This just hasn't been a good week for me, and PMS royally threw it off, so I've been hormonal and weepy like a maniac. I'd go into details but it's one in the morning and I rarely update this journal and bitching about stuff is no good. Except, I CAN bitch about the fact that I'm a 'tard and I burned my face up when I blew out a candle at a bad angle, and somehow, all of the boiling hot wax and candle smoke went SPLAT in my face. Color me stupid.
Buut.. my time to leave to train with Shakespeare & Company is fast approaching, and I have to have two pieces prepared to perform before I get there. One has to be a sonnet (anything that inspires), and the other has to be anything that speaks to me, regardless of age, gender, or character type.
( My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) )
( O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! (Hamlet, with liberal cuts to keep it within the length limit) )
Buut.. my time to leave to train with Shakespeare & Company is fast approaching, and I have to have two pieces prepared to perform before I get there. One has to be a sonnet (anything that inspires), and the other has to be anything that speaks to me, regardless of age, gender, or character type.
( My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) )
( O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! (Hamlet, with liberal cuts to keep it within the length limit) )
1 hole in the moon | jump up!

