The end of school brought on insomnia and malaise. After running around all year, it's nice to be able to sit and do NOTHING.
In the past day or so, though, I've definitely felt the do-nothings wear off, and I've been working on cleaning up the house. I KNOW. You guys, I hate cleaning more than almost anything else in the world, but I'm tired of visiting the dryer before I can take a shower in the morning.
I'll be teaching the broadcasting class next year, and I'm SO EXCITED about it! The quality of the class's productions has declined in the past few years, to the point that I don't even want to turn on the television when show time is announced. I hope that I'm able to make some positive changes that will be evident almost immediately, and I've been doing a lot of Google searches to see what other schools are doing with their programs. I don't have experience with film editing, and I'm a little worried about that. Still, a new era has dawned!
I'm still in rehearsals for The Mousetrap. We open Friday, and I'm a little nervous. I've been doing hair trials, to figure out how to look like I'm an 80s Lady, but my hair doesn't hold curl well and I'm afraid the heat of the lights will melt my pouf. Also, I tend to run my fingers through my hair when I/my character is agitated, and I have visions of my hands getting caught, like a fly in a spiderweb. Probably not what Agatha Christie had in mind.
Here's a sample:
Those curls are all from a curling iron. It only took four or five hours. (!) I did another trial with curlers, but it was a miserable failure that ended in a bad mood.
I haven't neglected my education, because some friends and I went to an art museum this week. We are all about the culture here in Randomville. Also, we ate cupcakes. Feeding the soul AND the body!