Update on the workings of Miss Meghan...

Things are good here, I guess. I love my classes, especially theatre for young people. I'm doing a play, the Caucasian Chalk Circle. The schedule is wicked hectic, five rehearsals a week, four to five hours a rehearsal. I have learned that although I love going onstage, acting is not for me, and this will probably be the last time I go onstage, at least at this level. It's so professional I can't even deal with it, we go in early to warm up (and everyone makes funny noises and rolls around on the floor). We all have labelled cups so that we can take water breaks and we have to check a call board every day. Before rehearsal we have to do character work, and if we don't the director will know. It's intense. Not for me. I miss the days where I showed up and pretended for a bit. But it's good to see so many good actors for when I graduate and need actors...

Tamara is leaving in December, which is good for her life, bad for mine. She's been a kickass roommate and I will miss her. Finding a new one is really scary, because I can't help but think of what happened last time. If a wigger ballet dancer shows up, no deal, of course.

There are a number of things troubling my thoughts, more than usual, but I can definitely deal. My schedule is so hectic that mostly I wish that a) I was in bed, b) I was quitting school and moving to Cuba, c) I was hugging someone or d) doing laundry or groceries or paying bills or cleaning my room, or cleaning the bathroom and kitchen... all the things I just don't squeeze in. So there isn't a lot of time for stupid thoughts. Phew.

I wish I was going to Ottawa next weekend for Great Big Sea and a girls night. I miss girls nights, and they aren't the same here. Good, different, but I miss my Belleville girls. And the token guy, of course.

My ankle, which I sprained on the first Monday of classes, still bugs me. I went to the doctor, I have a "type three" sprain, and we all know what that means. (?????) That's right, eight to twelve months for a full recovery. MONTHS. I don't have that! My director gave me a brace, which I wear a lot now that it's getting cold. I'm going to be one of those old ladies who can tell you when it's going to rain, and that's the only plus.

Okay friends who read this, this is what I need. People to visit me next semester. Having a Belleville roommate who knows me awesome well is great because I talk to her about pretty much everything. I'll be in Belleville withdrawal next semester. And even though there's some awesome people here for me, they've only known me for one and a bit years. So visit? Please? I'll beg later, this is your advance warning.

I'm wearing a purple shirt, and it makes me feel healthy.

Sorry for the pointless rambling.

Peace out,
love Meghan