So...I'm a whore...a Shakespearean whore

This week has been INSANE. And the next three weeks will be the same to boot.

So this week, I volunteered as a counselor for "Culture Camp" where kids from new American families as well as American kids have fun and meet each other. Do what kids do best.

I'm just so glad its done. There were some cute ones though. Most of it was just hard work.
One girl did tell me that I was her favorite counselor, and of course, that's always a heart-warming type of feeling.

So, Thursday night the advisor from my drama club calls up and I don't have the slightest clue why.
Turns out, our dear friend had to go to the hospital due to her very serious illness, the poor girl.
However, she was playing Bianca in Othello which went up Saturday, and had another show Sunday (as well as the following weekend, but she would be out of the hospital by then). So she asks me to fill in for her.

I print out the script, at the same time, checking my email. Amongst the piles of craziness in my inbox (a combination of Collegeboard, SAT, Johnny Cupcakes notices, Sephora and Barnes & Nobles benefits as well as serious mail) I receive an email regarding an art project I'm working on over the summer (which I've been procrastinating too). My "coach" for this gives me all this helpful info.
At the same time, I realize: Fuck, what am I doing.
Not only do I have to select a thesis to support with my artwork, as well as critical writing, but I need to go on a spiritual adventure seeking out scripture to illustrate in a modern way. So I have to find passages in the Bible (4), now, all with a theme. It really sounds so basic, but it went from illustrating stories from the Bible in a modern way, to intense thesis proving bonanza.

So I print out Othello, mentally remind myself to sit down with my Bible for the umpteenth time, and hit the sack. Next day I wake up, go to camp, from camp I go home, eat dinner, and then go to a nice outdoor-bonfire-read-through with the Othello cast. Somewhat relaxing, if I didn't bother to say, "I'll help," when they needed to get the flats out of the shed. The very small shed crammed with anything you can imagine. There was a wood stove in there.

Then today, Saturday, I wake up, head out for a car wash at 9 am for the same theatre company that is doing Othello. Mainly because my ride said I'd come. We ended up shutting down the carwash early because we only made $50 and fight call was in 30 minutes, 30 minutes away.

So my friend, and my ride, and I grab some food across the street at Hannafords, drive to the outdoor recreation area, which has a pavillion where the show is being performed. I didn't get home until 8 tonight, and I just sat down and watched the Princess Diaries 2 on tv (now I want to fall in love with a prince charming, thanks Disney).

Overall, I've been having a great time each individual day. I've just been on the go since Monday, and I need rest. I need to find time to pack as well as some way to get to the mall so I can buy this stuff for my hair! Tomorrow I'm going to church, my friend is picking me up at church, we're going to Othello, and I am coming home God knows when. Then, Monday I leave for a week-long mission camp. Thankfully, I'll be able to rest on Saturday when I return (although I'll need to have a photoshoot with a friend of mine for her project) before I go to church, Othello (to watch) and Othello afterparty on Sunday, which will be more relaxing, but still busy.

After that I have meetings for that art project, my mom's getting surgery, and I STILL need to finish my summer reading for school. aaaaaaaaaah.

Not to mention get a job, which is an entirely different story.

Othello tomorrow should be fun though, because now I know what's going on. Today I was like a deer in headlights. The nice boy (technically man) who played Cassio was so sweet, bless him, he totally saved me, directed me, and helped me. I just told him I was going to follow him and roll with it, God bless him.

Funny story about Othello though, is that I was getting hives from something in the grass there. Not to mention that I got a sunburn because I was stupid today and didn't put on sunscreen, when I have every other day this week.

We did at one point come up with some interesting ideas. I was with my friend (my ride) who is also the stage manager the whole time, because I only kinda-sorta knew the people in the cast, not well enough. Well she at one point hollered that we would run any scene with Cassio and Bianca, while another scene was being run through. No one really listened. However, the idea of a spin-off Othello show, Cassio and Bianca, came up. Hamlet has the Rosencrantz and Guildenstern show (and movie). At the end of the night though, the idea came up that Cassio should have a blow-up sex doll for Bianca, and he would speak her lines. It was cute, and I really enjoyed that.

It was a breath of fresh-air to be doing some sort of theatre, even though I'm still a little jittery from the nerves. Filling in is hard work.