Two weeks ago, the weather was in the 30s.
One week ago, the weather was in the 60s.
Last week, the weather was in the 30s.
Last weekend, the weather was in the 60s.
Today, the weather is once again in the 30s.

With no middle ground.

Hey weather gods — MAKE UP YOUR MIND. *bundles up spitefully*

In other news, after a good night’s sleep, I’m feeling marginally better about Little Shop of Horrors. I talked to one of the girls on the board, and she said that the Ensemble will only be called a couple times before Spring Break, and will basically only have a month of rehearsals. Therefore, I’ll be able to continue to devote myself to Siggraph, my Independent Study, and pursuing The Boy. Win!

Well, I’m in the Ensemble. I’m disappointed, but after the shock of not making callbacks, I’m not at all surprised. It’ll still be a lot of fun, and I’ll be paying back the Theatre Gods for all those plush roles.

Hey look at all the Director, who had a lead role in Cabaret! Hey, look at all the girls that were called back that were also in Cabaret! I’m going to sleep before I get any more depressed.

Huh. I thought I’d make callbacks, at least.

Ah, well. It doesn’t necessarily mean I wasn’t cast. I wasn’t called back for The Pajama Game and I ended up with a principal role. Of course, that was accidental, as I had Jesuit rehearsals during the normal audition time and they misplaced my audition sheet. They had intended to call me back. Whatever.

I know that I’ve had more than my fair share of juicy roles, but still. Little Shop has been my favourite musical since I was eight. Somehow it never occured to me that I might not get cast.

I’ll find out after midnight on Sunday. Nothing I can do now.