It’s really weird when a show season ends. Like you’re pouring your heart and soul (and not to mention countless hours) into a 7 minute production for the whole world to see for months on end. You practice and perfect it and then perfect it again and make things better and change them if there’s a better way to do it just for one, magical and energy filled night, and then it’s done. All the work you put in no longer has a show to be contained in, but you have to contain it in yourself and keep improving and driving yourself forward without the contagious drive of those around you. You by yourself are responsible to make sure that all the work you put in doesn’t go away but stays inside you and can be seen in seasons to come. In one day when a season ends, your responsibility level skyrockets because no longer are you contributing to a line, but you are contributing to yourself, and you’re alone in that effort, not surrounded by peers that are working toward your success too.
“You know why LGBT people have such a bad impression of Christians? It’s not because of protesters with “God hates fags” signs. We know they’re extremists. It’s because of daily being dehumanized by the Christians who lecture and preach at us, treating us as issues instead of as human beings—and because of the Christians we know who stand idly by, thinking that if they’re not actively hating us, that counts as loving us.”—
I swear I am going to open up a school for cantaloupes and teach all the cantaloupes how to manage their air stream, make a buzz, breathe dah, and play their tubas and trumpets and mellophones and tubas.
Then I am going to start a drum corps of cantaloupes. We will be…
I would totally audition for the pit in the Melon Crusaders