To Improv or Not to Improv

I have a dilemma. And who better to turn to than my loyal readers, all of whom (to my knowledge) are both older and wiser than I am? Yeah, I came up with a whole list but oh well. :-P

I am not doing any of the theater departments projects this semester.
While I should be filling the spare time I have looking for ways to make money -- scholarships, jobs that aren't too time consuming, etc -- I haven't been. Mostly I've been doing favor after favor after favor for friends and being a bum in my room. I'm just completely unmotivated, and I think that my distinct lack of theater (or possibly my distinct lack of hours at abercrombie) is the reason my motivation has up and disappeared.

There's an audition on Thursday for our campuses comedy improv group. I'm friends with everyone in the group, and they are all encouraging me to audition. I want to, but they are only receiving two new members and I am really not that good at being funny when I improv. At least, I don't think so.
There's also the fact that it brings me into the theater department. In some sense, that's good because this semester the theater department will be going through a lot of changes and I will need to stay on top of those changes. This will be an easy way to do so.
Unfortunately, it also brings me into the theater department, which will probably get a lot worse before it gets better. And by that I mean, it's going to fall to pieces. I don't think I want to watch that from inside. More to the point: it will mean I might have to deal with our hellish tech professor, something I've been successfully avoiding.

Also, because I will be behind the other members as far as knowing the improv games, it will absorb pretty much all of my free time. No time for scholarship-hunting, no time for job-hunting, at least at first.
But maybe it will motivate me again?
See, it's a dilemma. Should I audition, or not?

In other news, I did do something almost productive this week as far as my financial situation goes.
I created an account at ModelMayhem and have already been messaged by one photographer, and added by a few others. I could do some modeling on the side of school, no problem! Right?

A little picture about being greater than you are for your weekly inspiration.

This weekend was buuuuusy. It was Homecoming.
Of course, Homecoming is always a little bittersweet -- on the one hand, the alumni come back which is exciting. And I'm *swamped* with all of the fun things I need to do. But...everyone's with their families who come visit on Homecoming too. Except, my family doesn't come because they live too far away and because they get swamped with all of that October stuff they do. Haunted whatever-it-is-for-whatever-group-we're-in-this-time.

Friday afternoon I discovered that the Internet had kicked the bucket. I was not pleased -- but at the time I thought it was just my computer. When my worries that my computer was biting the big one were relieved, I still wasn't pleased but I was happier about the whole situation.

Friday night there was the Mad Cow Homecoming show. Mad Cow is our campus' comedy improv group (award winning, if I'm not mistaken), which I would love to be involved with but currently am not. (Next year I'll have time, I swear, I swear!) It was hysterical, but there were sooo many people there. I sat on a stair in an aisle in the auditorium...and let me tell you, my butt hurt.

(The picture of the group last year. Some of the people in it have graduated and others have been added to the group this year.)

Then I went to our GSA's baking party. We have one every Homecoming so we can sell baked goods at the Midway on Saturday. Traditionally, I am not allowed in the kitchen. We maintained this rule again this year, so our rainbowy yumyums weren't destroyed.

So, then I went back to the dorm to check my e-mail and make sure I had everything scheduled right for Saturday. Whoops, no Internet means no e-mail.

So Saturday morning came, I woke up early so I could be in plenty of time to prepare for the parade. I had been given a place on the theater clubs float. The theme for the parade was college life, and given that the parade is family oriented we chose for our float the only family appropriate aspect universal to every college student everywhere: Procrastination.
So our float was basically a flatbed truck with an entertainment center on it. We watched Aladdin as we paraded down the streets of town. When we got to the judges, we were supposed to have 30 seconds to do a skit, but our driver never stopped so we just shouted "We'll finish the float tomorrow!" and that was that.

Then there was parking, because I had been one of the driver's to the fairgrounds where the parade began. It was a disaster. I won't even go into it. See that picture? It's from Texas, 1947. It's only slightly better than what parking was like on campus. I had to park in the most remote place on campus -- I'd never even been there before. The point is, those parents that were visiting screwed up my parking. :-P

So, then I had to run to the Midway to get to the theater club's table in time to work there. I sold a lot of shirts, and then someone else showed up and we had four people there so I headed out so I could get out of the PJs I had worn for our float. Me, PJs, public places? Not happening. :-P Anyways, then I had some free time, so I went and bought some stuff from the various tables (I ended up getting five t-shirts, three books, one bracelet, and some food. Oi!)

AGH! The Internet just disconnected, I panicked, but it came back. I am not going another day without connectivity! Rah!

Moving on, then I showed up at GSA table and was there for a while. I had brought a Bible verse with me (1 Timothy 4:1-3, if you want to look it up) just in case a heckler showed up. We're in Central PA, it could happen. And I'd heard it already had happened earlier, so I was being prepared. Some old woman who probably wasn't supposed to be on campus to begin with....

Anyways, then I went to the theater and worked on building the set. You see, they scheduled a tech weekend this weekend -- on Homecoming! I know, right?

And then I had to go to the club cause the GSA was taking the alumni (well, alumnus) out for the night. I was tired, didn't really want to go, but I still went because I was supposed to hang out with my one of my best friends, Cody afterwards.
Except Cody left the club with some guys he barely knows for a club he's never been to. Did he bother to call and let me know? No. Did he even bother to call after I called him and he didn't answer and I left a voice mail to see if he was coming back? No. Did he come back? No. Did he even realize he'd ditched me? Not until about 3:30, which is after a half an hour of me trying to explain how royally pissed off I was with him and him not understanding what he'd done wrong. If I were dating him, he'd be so incredibly done after that -- especially because he ditched me, without calling, on Thursday night. That was valid, he was helping a friend, but still. He's got a cell phone.
Anyways...

Sunday was nice. I slept in. I had a meeting with my cast for the one act I'm directing this semester, and then I went and worked in the theater some more, and then I went and saw the concert the two a capella groups on campus had. Which was roughly amazing.

The thing about my campus, and I'm sure it's true everywhere, is you get these sort of "celebrities". The a capella singers, the Mad Cow performers, and some of us theater kids all fit there. (Not to be egotistical, but I'm totally speaking from experience here ;-)) But, I mean, obviously we all know of each other too. And I have to say all of the singers and improvers are the most chill people ever. Well, I don't know all of the new ones yet, I'll be honest, but I'm sure they're totally awesome.

So then I came back to my dorm and didn't have Internet until midnight.