Thursday, February 3, 2011

I only hope the dress doesn't squash my boobs this time.

I think I could get used to this.  

Not the splitting headache and complete lack of any kind of sleep whatsoever. 

But to the double life.

I work full time as an office assistant and receptionist.  I love my job.  I love the people I work with/for.  But getting up early Monday through Friday doesn’t make me a morning person.  I would totally consider the downgrade in pay if I could start two hours later and work six hours instead of eight.  Alas, it’s not in the cards.

I also go to night school three days a week.  Right now I’m trying to finish up my AA and transfer to a university in the fall.  

That is my normal double life.

This week, my nights have been filled with dress rehearsals and performances. I’ve skipped (with the teachers’ knowledge and general acceptance of the situation) every one of my night classes.  I got home after midnight Tuesday and I’m sure I will again tonight. 

I am sleep deprived, dehydrated, my head aches, and I’m just about a billion times more A.D.D. than usual (I’m starting to take inventory of everything pink in the room).  It’s stressful and I hardly even have time to eat, but it is so worth it.

Singing opera isn’t exactly what I saw myself doing during the “what do I want to be when I grow up” game at 14, but, aside from writing, it’s one of the most fulfilling things I have ever done.  It’s also one of the most difficult.  I have a hard time keeping everything I’m supposed to do in my head at once.  But maybe that’s why it keeps me interested. 

So, while you’re comfy-cozy on your bed tonight, watching Gray’s Anatomy or whatever the hell it is that’s on Thursday nights now (I don’t know, obviously), I’ll be donning my fake eyelashes (I like to think of them as "falsies") and wandering out onto a brightly lit stage to sing an apology to my lover…  With a little extra lipstick and without a microphone.

P.S. If this post seemed scattered and off, it’s because I was multitasking and taking a desperately needed catnap while writing it.