4 days more!

CHAPTER 23

Feelings of nonreciprocating guilt - Le Mis. - Sidestepping cats of two professions. - Crashing through a barricade, the art of. - People seem to like me - Introspection aside, Mr Shneebly. - Looking behind the curtain.

So, It's been a while indeed since things unfolded in an unfolding way (as such things often do), not that these things were in any way interesting or noteworthy... but they were things, and they unfolded...

I awoke to a screaming in my head. This was, on the whole, not unusual as the previous day I had forced it to do some horrid things, but it was not pleasant. While attempting to dim the din I noticed the time on my watch. It was 8:something-something and I was late for bump in. Any normal person would have rushed up and out of bed by this stage, but true to style I was to be less (or more... it's hard to tell) than normal. Instead of a mad rush or dash, I merely sat up suddenly in a moment of realization of my lateness. Then, in an attempt to fix up one of my socks (I say my but the left one is mum's and is white, the right one is dad's and is gray), I did the dangerous thing of resting my eyes and... promptly woke up at 2:30pm that same day to a phone screaming WHERE ARE YOU? at my inner thigh. Oops.
I feel kinda guilty about that, but it happened and I really couldn't help it. I tried, I really did. But time kinda got away from me. I take my severe amount of sleepage as a deep seated NEED for sleep (ie I was really tired and sleep was a good thing, if ill timed) and therefore don't feel so bad. I'll need it for the show.

The other thing, or indeed one of the other things, that has been happening is I have finally managed to sit down and find out about the musical of all musicals, Le Mis. For too long that girl stared down from posters and refused to give me answers as to why she was so popular. I was sat in front of a TV and we watched the 10th anniversary concert (which was pretty damn good for a concert, feeling more like a play with the leads all in costumes and with Javert visibly aging as the play/show went on). It was, in a word, sublime. I really can understand the hype attached to this show. Now I want to see it live, or be in it... live.

I feel as though I have run my course, theatre wise, for now. After the Mikado finishes up in two weeks or so, I'm not touching theatre again until next year, where I'm going to attempt to get into The Producers. This means that I shall not be attempting to get into Cats. Which is a good thing in my opinion because (although I love the song Magical Mister Mestophalies) I really don't look good in a skintight lycra bodysuit built for a lithe, spring-in-his-step, sex demi-god to whom the role would naturally go to. Cats, for those of you not in the know, is a show based on poems about cats. So we get a glimpse of individual cat's lives and stories, without there being one overall story arc. This is an annoyance to many, but I believe it can be remedied with the simple addition of other (more)interesting cats. For example, Purr (my cat, or rather, my family's cat) walks out on stage. It is clear there is something not right. She is missing a lot of fur and seems to totter around as if she were drunk. The situation unfolds, through song, that her fur was becoming so clotted and clogged and burr-filled and bogged that her owners could no longer tame it. So in desperation the called for her hair to be clipped, and the vet had her drugged so she'd be easier when snipped. And all the mean while she staggers round the stage, lamenting the fact that she can't stand up straight! I'd pay to see someone slur their way through that scenario!

While I may be blogging like a master (chief) I am also thinking about important things. Things that have been torturing my very sole. I have sore feet. Toes, to be exact. Big toe on my right foot, to be painfully exact. I have tried ignoring the pain, erecting a pain barrier etc, but it keeps getting worse. Now, I doubt very strongly that it will ultimately result in anything worse than me having to cut the nail back and keep putting the good-for-you cream I've got into the painful areas on it. I'll have to do this because my feet are starting to smell dead. They have cleared the room. The smell seems to have a crafty way of doing this though. Instead of a full frontal assault, as most smells do, my foot smell disperses itself to the far reaches of the room and then proceeded to move inward, trapping any unwary persons in the room with no way of escaping it's foul odor. It slowly crushes their defenses and seeps past any barriers.... I really am not on good terms with my feet atm. We've even stopped talking on msn, that's how bad it's got!

Despite my more obvious failings and flaws, people seem to still like me (provided my shoes stay on!). Whether this is merely because I am a fun-to-be-around-but-not-an-actual-genuine-friend friend or because people do really and truly like me is something the cynic in me just wont stop contemplating. This is in no way a cry for help, reassure me I mean something kinda thing. This is merely that bastard of a voice in the back of my head that tells me nasty things to make me feel bad saying this. But I can't help but listen. For years I was not liked. For years I was tolerated. For a bit there I was more than tolerated (I was used [Harry Potter 3rd book from UK when it wasn't out in AUS yet = friend of all]) but then I went back to being tolerated. It kinda takes a while to get over that. Years of fringe sitting by myself without a friendship base OF ANY KIND never mind just a small one, has left me bitter and twisted inside. Yay! If Joss can create masterpieces from this state of mind then damn it so can I!

But I digress, I think... Oh, yes. Despite all this nagging and niggling that goes on in the inner turmoil, I am still enjoyed as a companion and fun-goer. But looking past all this inward thinking, I have got a bizarre few weeks ahead. With no work for the next few week due to the play, I've got very little in the way of ready cash. This means that very soon getting to the show from home will become difficult. Eeep! But I shall attempt to do it, then get to work, then find a better job, while at the same time look for a good agent and attempt to get into (then defer from) a uni course.... It's all too complicated at the moment and I just want to hide from it all until it's over. Like whats-her-face did in that movie when she magically grew up. I just want this next month to fly past and I'll come back to it later. Gah!


Now (as a final word in edge-ways to finish off this post), for those of you who are not savvy, or who cannot read my minds, here's a list of random happenstance and attempts at subtle allusions throughout today's humble postings....
1. "4 days more" is a rip from the Le Mis song "One day more" and also refers to the fact that in 4 days (or so) the Mikado goes to the audiences! And a continuity thing, with the previous post being a '6 days or so to go' thing.
2. Chapter 23 - a homage to the movie "The Number 23"
3. The setting up the top is a method used by Terry Pratchett in his latest two Discworld books Going Postal & Making Money. In them, at the beginning of chapters, he has a little list of what's going to happen in the course of the chapter and he sets it out like that. So each little section of story/paragraph is mentioned (even this one! "drawing aside the curtain" is this explanation)
4. "2:30pm" apart from being pretty damn near the actual time I really awoke, it's another 23 in the post.
5. "That Le Mis girl" is the one on all the posters and is always on the poster... just in case you didn't get that.
6. The Purr thing actually happened. My cat is a very furry cat. she got professionally clipped and they had to anesthetize her. She was funny (but very sick so we won't do it again).
7. Master (Chief) is a Halo reference, which for some reason always reminds me of Master and Commander... not sure how or why.
8. In the Chapter description - 'Crashing through the barricade' is a Le Mis reference. 'Mr Schneebly' is from School of Rock. 'looking behind the curtain' I think of the curtain in Wizard of Oz. In my mind it makes sense.