![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Day started out worrisome. Well, I mean, the rest of the day. Wednesday is the day that equals two days, but my stint at the Thresher was pleasant and they let me out an hour early, so I had a real division of three hours of sleep between Wednesday and Thursday. It was really Thursday that was worrisome. I missed Diction to sleep so that I could be awake for Madrigal rehearsal at 1 and lesson at 3. Which I was, and my lesson... well, it was good to have a pianist. That only happens at lessons, these days. So my lesson was good. Then I was going to do homework and practice until skipping Brahms orchestra rehearsal for Sean's play. Instead, I worried about not knowing my music and not doing my homework until Stephan called, and we watched Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (Miss Agent Elrond was fantastic) and ate pie and went to Sean's play together.
I'm in an odd state. I still am overcome with a certain hateful contempt of myself, but there's a clumsy optimist breaking glass in some crevice of my soul. It's possible to have fun quite miserably. And the play was definitely fun.
The first two acts were trying so very hard. I see now why they chose to use the accents, but it was not good enough that it wasn't distracting. Also, particularly passionate and important phrases tend to be spoken quickly, and thus more difficult to understand. Especially when one is speaking upstage in an accent not one's own. Work on that, guys.
The third act made my night. I can bear doing my German homework and going to jury tomorrow in the middle of my favorite class just because the threesome was so embarassingly adorable. I should be somebody's mother, but I was born to be a fag hag. They were so sweet. Ridiculously cute, in a slightly uncomfortable way. Sean has not quite got the hang of teh gayz0rz, especially not at the same time as teh heter0. But it worked that he was so beautifully awkward, because, although I've never seen him in a relationship off the stage, he made his hesitance plausible. It looked like he really was awkward, in a good and sweet way, not just acting awkwardly. And his Leo almost was coy and suave enough to make up for not being solid on his lines. Almost. Combine Leo's gay proficiency with Sean's adorability and line-learning work ethic, and improve everyone's British accent a bit, and I'd have died of an overdose. Good thing it wasn't perfect, or I'd not be able to talk to Sean without fawning all over his performance. He's gotta play at my jury tomorrow. Oh, yeah, that.
Guess I'd better do my homework so I can go to bed.
I'm in an odd state. I still am overcome with a certain hateful contempt of myself, but there's a clumsy optimist breaking glass in some crevice of my soul. It's possible to have fun quite miserably. And the play was definitely fun.
The first two acts were trying so very hard. I see now why they chose to use the accents, but it was not good enough that it wasn't distracting. Also, particularly passionate and important phrases tend to be spoken quickly, and thus more difficult to understand. Especially when one is speaking upstage in an accent not one's own. Work on that, guys.
The third act made my night. I can bear doing my German homework and going to jury tomorrow in the middle of my favorite class just because the threesome was so embarassingly adorable. I should be somebody's mother, but I was born to be a fag hag. They were so sweet. Ridiculously cute, in a slightly uncomfortable way. Sean has not quite got the hang of teh gayz0rz, especially not at the same time as teh heter0. But it worked that he was so beautifully awkward, because, although I've never seen him in a relationship off the stage, he made his hesitance plausible. It looked like he really was awkward, in a good and sweet way, not just acting awkwardly. And his Leo almost was coy and suave enough to make up for not being solid on his lines. Almost. Combine Leo's gay proficiency with Sean's adorability and line-learning work ethic, and improve everyone's British accent a bit, and I'd have died of an overdose. Good thing it wasn't perfect, or I'd not be able to talk to Sean without fawning all over his performance. He's gotta play at my jury tomorrow. Oh, yeah, that.
Guess I'd better do my homework so I can go to bed.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject