Busy busy busy

Wow, have I ever been busy...these past few days have gone by so quickly and I go to bed exhausted every night. I suppose that's a good thing.
Classes have been going well...lots of discussion, so it's hard to go to class tired. Especially when I have to critique Plato and Socrates' opinion on the importance of ethics...when, quite frankly, all I really want to do is fall back into my bed. Actually, I had sort of a scare, because yesterday I didn't have class until 12:30, so I decided to wake up early to get some homework finished. After finishing everything I needed to do, I decided to lay back down for a little bit...we all know what happens when we decide to just shut our eyes for a minute...I woke up again at 11:37. I needed to shower, get dressed, try to get on an elevator and walk 6 blocks to class. Gooood times. Amazingly, I made it, and still had time for coffee. It freaked me out because when I was waiting in line for my glorious, glorious coffee, and still in a panicky mood to get to class, I heard a voice behind me say, "Grabbing some coffee before class?" And it was my professor. She's very nice, though. She looks like if Brooke Shields and Kathie Lee Griffith had a kid. That throws me off a lot when I'm trying to listen to her lecture.
I'm really enjoying my Writing class because it is exactly what the title implies...writing. We write a lot about why we write and why writing is special to us. It's a lot of journal-type writing. So I write ABOUT my blog sometimes. It gets confusing in my head sometimes. We're writing our first "essays" (we're supposed to treat them like magazine pieces, like something you would find in the New Yorker) on why we personally write, including anecdotes, etc. I keep writing pieces for that class that seem to have one of two topics: strangers or the joy of sharing my writing with others. So...basically, once again, Emily ends up looking creepy. Without fail. :) I guess that's what my paper is going to be about, how I write about my desire to connect with strangers or essentially find similarities and make connections, and how I share my writing with others to connect to people through emotion and experience. We'll see how THAT turns out...I did write a pretty cool segment about the strangers I found myself surrounded by one day on the R train uptown. I was proud of that, I think I'll end up including that in my paper. It's sort of creepy...but cool.
I had my first rehearsal for "Antigone" today. Sooo long (3-8), but it ended up being pretty fun. I think I'm going to like being a part of this production even though right now there isn't a lot of set direction on how the play is going to go. It's a more modern version, but the directors don't know how they want to do the set and costumes yet. I love my character. I have quite a big part in the first scene, I essentially open the play after the chorus sets up the plot, and she's just very much this old lady nurse. I'm going to have a Cockney accent. That's good times. I tried it out in front of everyone randomly and everyone loved it, and the director is a big fan, so that will be fun. The director seems to like how I'm reading the part so far. We perform November 11 and 12 I think? Basically, only like 8 rehearshals. Not long at all. We're performing at the historic, off-Broadway 13th Street Repetory.
I audition for the NYU sketch team tomorrow. And the NYU improv group next Friday. And after going to the GSP Theater Club meeting, I sort of volunteered and was chosen to be Vice President. The cool thing about that club is that we don't perform, it just exists to take advantage of all the different, not so mainstream shows in NYC. We're going to go see shows and get actors/directors/etc. to come and talk to us. And I'm Vice President...?!? Am I ever going to have time for anything? Nope.
Speaking of which...I have 200 pages of the Illiad to read for Monday. YAY!! Just want I want to do...I'll probably just watch a movie instead. :)