Rather, I should say that it has been a week that started shitty and got progressively much much better as the days wore on. Right now, I am in a relatively good mood -- relative to me. Relative to the rest of the world, I suppose I'm in a horribly anxious, depressive state, but it's such an improvement that I'm going to go ahead, take the plunge, and call it "good."
Monday through Wednesday afternoon, everything was absolute crap. I started my period today, so you can guess what happened with my weight this week. Retention lasts between 7-10 days and every time it happens I'm convinced it's not merely water retention, but actual tissue gain. Then I start hemorrhaging and the scale starts to make me much happier. I was also stressed out about a research paper that I had to collect a bunch of data for, and which is due tomorrow. And I was having hellish panic attacks (again, I can anticipate these getting worse before my period as a result of my hormones being even more whacked out than usual, but that doesn't make them any easier in the moment). The one great thing about my period symptoms is that PMS is not included. Yet another reason that guys seem to consistently dig me. My body compensates, of course, for the lack of PMS with heightened panic, generalized anxiety, back pain, GODAWFUL CRAMPS WHEN WILL IT END, I HAVE TO PUT MY LIFE ON PAUSE UNTIL THIS FUCKING ADVALEVENOL KICKS IN, and of course bloating. But I guess everyone gets bloating. I just hate myself because of it.
Then on Wednesday, I received some delightful news via meeting with my academic advisor to pick out next semester's courses: because of the living nightmare I put myself through during high school taking all (and I mean ALL) the AP courses the school offered -- one year I was taking nothing but APs -- I have a surplus of elective credit that allows me to do one of two things: skate by on my ass taking only 14 units a semester for the rest of my collegiate career, or pick up a second major.
Let's guess which one AJ picked.
Guesses in? If you guessed "ass skating," you clearly have never met me nor read a single entry in this blog. Or you just liked the sound of "ass skating." Either way... no.
They say double majors (and even minors) can't be done with BFA actors because of the course load required in the school of theatre curriculum. What has two thumbs, is stewing about being held back a year like a total flunktard, and loves political science? *THIS* guy. Of course, it hasn't been made official yet, but I am more than on track to graduate with two diplomas. I'm also more than on track to spend 6 weeks of this summer doing an acting intensive in Oxford, England, with the likes of Alan Rickman and other knights whose names mean nothing to you but whom I worship for their ingenious work in the Royal Shakespeare Company. My disclaimer is this: I do have to audition to get into this programme, and the auditions are in March, and there's no guarantee that I'll nail the thing. But I'm more confident about it than most, seeing as Shakespeare is strangely enough a strong suit of mine. And when I approached my acting teacher to tell him my plans, he quickly said, "make sure you go in the summer and not during the school year, because you're way ahead of the students who tend to go in the winter and spring."
Ego boost ftw.
Last night I got cast as the lead in a student film that had begun to audition actors outside of the school because they didn't like any of the auditionees they'd seen so far at the university. The producer was telling me this when we ran into each other a week ago and suggested that I audition, which I did, and our first read-through was this afternoon. It went well; the producer and director seemed very pleased (and relieved) with what I was doing. The other two cast members I met are professional actors (albeit unknowns... well obviously, if they're doing student films). I play a sociopathic femme fatale who frames her ex-boyfriend for rape and assault after she finds out he's been cheating on her. Pretty sweet.
I'm also grateful that I only have 19 days left in the semester (oh yes, I am counting) until study week. Of those days, because of the gifts that are Thanksgiving holidays plus weekends, only 13 are actual class days. 6 movement classes, 6 theatre history lectures, 5 physiology lectures, 5 voice classes, 5 acting classes, 2 theatre history discussions, 2 physiology labs.
This shit is doable.
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