As much as I love the musical RENT, there are still some unsettling memories that go along with that show. Mainly one last year at almost around this same time. But I'm guessing that I'm the only one who can regard it as a memory--maybe even the only one to remember.

Sorry, I'm rambling again.

This sunday was shite. Complete and utter shite. We only had a seven-person teen ensemble, and my throat picked a very inconvenient time to act like an ass. Got through the performance well enough but no where near as good as I usually am. Oh, and no Nick to help with the tenor parts so I was prone to even more slightly-flat intonations. Blech.

Sis and I are awake at this ungodly hour to finish up our art pieces. I'm just putting the final touches (mainly hot-glueing the final parts onto the piece) while sis is trying to sharpie her images onto her glass pieces.

Y'see... there's one thing I don't get about this whole show. For this year's AIDS show the second-years are working on chairs, the third years (us) are creating the dishes, glasses, and utensils, while both kinds of four years are either making the place settings or window panels.

So supposedly the third years get to put their plates and what-nots on top of the place settings... right. Matching them is fine but... I don't see how any artist would feel about having something they've worked on being used as a mere place-mat. Let alone that they're seniors and we're "lowly" juniors. Hrm.

Sis has me spray painting her paper-mache tray silver. The fumes are escaping into the house and... well, I'm not sure that the damned thing will be dry by the time we leave. Hope sis knew that when she was getting stuff ready.

And if not I'll never heard the end of it for the rest of the week.