Since Jason hinted at some sort of scandal involving me, Jonathan, and a few hundred starbursts, I figured I would just come clean. You know, confess and feel better and all that. Not that I've ever needed to confess anything before; I mean, I've only heard once you do you feel better...from uh, other people who have had to...;-)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Well, I am upset about The All Powerful Blogger making the comments on my blog very very small. I don't get it; does it make them feel powerful or something? Since I did nothing to warrant this terrible change, I cannot think of anything to make it stop. Except my ever-optimistic hope that it will just go back to normal soon.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Today I got to spend time with Jason, Darby, Ollie, and Lyric. Last time I saw Ollie he had his usual brown hair and light skin; however, I was greeted by a little boy with skin as brown as a berry and longish, blondish hair (but if he asks, you didn't hear that from me; for some reason, he doesn't like being told that his hair is blond). And Lyric--well, she is quite the fashionista! She had on these trendy leggings with lace on the cuffs, a long tunic, braided brown belt (which is so in right now), and converse; she was just adorable. It was so fun to see them!
- On (my brother--I called Jonathan "On" while growing up), does bone squeeze on me. And it also hurts when he does belly button buster on me. Because after home schooling On and I have lots of energy and we go wacko and that's when he does belly button buster and bone squeeze.
- One time we had a fold out bed that turned into a couch. On said to me that he will give me a quarter if I went down under the couch and he would fold the couch back in and for me to stay in their for five minutes so I went in their for like two minutes and then I said let me out but Jase and On kept on scwishing it in and I'm like screaming let me out to him. And then he left me in the couch and made me think he was going upstairs and that really burned me up.
- One thing that gets me mad is when it's realey late and every body is asleep except for you and your scared and your all swetey and hot but you don't want to get your blanket off because your afraid someone might get you. But your hot and your can't get to sleep. That really burns me up.
- Well I hate it when I'm sleeping in my brothers room and he acts like he's the boss and when I'm in the middle of a sentence he says be quiet I want to go to sleep.
- I hate it when On or somebody tattle tails on me that burns me up.
- I don't like it when my brothers are mad at me because I feel guilty.
- I hate it when I'm bored and I have nothing to do and all my brothers are playing the Nintendo.
- What really burns me up is when I have no money and I want some bad and I can't borrow from anybody.
- What I hate is when I brake something and I'm scared to tell any body about it but when I finally tell them their not mad.
- What really burns me up is when some body makes me enbarast in front of a crowd.
I am sick of spiders. I know that they help the environment and that the earth would implode or something without their little creepy presence, but really--I have had enough of them. Two nights ago, I was walking behind the house I am subletting and almost walked head-first into the very middle of a large spider's web. Yeah, right into where the spider was sitting, hoping to make me a late night dinner. It is moments like that when I know I am saved by grace. Then, yesterday I was walking by some innocuous looking trees after the show and walked right into a huge spider web. Of course it was dark and so I couldn't see where the spider went; but you better believe I made Gabby do a thorough inspection of my hair. I was not gonna be any spider baby's mama, uh-uh, not me.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I don't want to miss the better story.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Well. My heart is beating just a little faster, my mind is racing just a little; I am trying to make something work. Something that is difficult, but not impossible. See, I just read an audition posting for a brand new Broadway musical, Spiderman. And sure, I like spiderman and all, but that's not the kicker, uh-uh, not even close. The reason that I am so excited is...drum roll please...
- Originate a Broadway show (preferably Spiderman, Um, hi, Bono--I am a big fan or your work...!!!!)
- Be in the musical, Chicago, on Broadway
- Make an album, followed by many albums--and play my music for lots of people
Darby, who happens to be one of my favorite people and also happens to be in my family, drove down from L.A. for a visit today. Our tearful good-bye in June was even more poignant due to the fact that we both thought we wouldn't be seeing each other until Christmas (this is because I am not great at knowing my schedule beyond a week or two, as well as not realizing that Costa Mesa is not that far from L.A. (there's that geography thing again, or lack thereof!)); but low and behold, we realized that we could hang out again. So hang out, we did; it was downright serendipitous.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Wow, today was full. It was good, don't get me wrong, but certainly did not involve very much down time. And by that, I mean did not involve any downtime. Unless you count right now, which, technically, is tomorrow.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Well, thanks to you guys divulging your habits, I don't feel quite so abnormal anymore. And I must say, my pop definitely takes the cake when it comes to amounts of weird behavior. However, in the category of just plain weird/creepiness, Jason's comment comes out on top. Too bad I don't have prizes for you guys; maybe at some point I will.
This one reminds me of Wesley, from The Princess Bride, when he climbed that very tall cliff, only to be met by the Spaniard who was waiting to fence him. Luckily for Drew, I was the only one waiting to meet him, and I do not know how to fence and am not Spanish.
And this one I like because it's our secret cave that we found on Sunset Cliffs. There is so much intrigue and mystery involved with a cave to begin with, but then to add me and Drew to the equation makes it just about perfect. I also feel like my haircut makes my ears look a little pointy, a little elven--and I LOVE elves (the Lord of the Rings kind, who are tall and nimble and well, Legolas. I have always had a crush on Legolas, and Drew is okay with that. Actually, people are usually like, Oh--you like Orlando Bloom, the actor who played Legolas? And I am like, No-I like Legolas, the fictitious elf. But in reality, I like Drew better...).
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I have always been grateful to have been raised in a big family. I mean really, how awesome to have a house full of friends? And to go on vacation with a ready-made group of interesting people who kind of look like you (even me and Jenna have similar noses; at least that's what the head of wardrobe for ACL said and hey, I'll take it, her nose is cute!)--it was always fun and lively.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I gotta say, my job is fantastic; my job is difficult. It demands all of my attention, dictates what I eat and what I do, draws on my emotions, and takes me far from home. It is not for the faint-hearted, not for those who look back quickly or often. It is a train that is moving, the whistle was blown months ago; and I can either be in the moment, caught up in it's great motion and how I am a part of that, or I can dig my heels in and wonder what I am doing in Denver, in Los Angeles, in San Diego, in whatever-city-I'm-in-today.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Please bear in mind he doesn't have the exact same amount of training that I do; he's just naturally good. Actually, we started cracking up while I was taking his picture because people were walking by and probably thinking that we were seriously trying to take some full body dance shots for him. And that is hysterical. We have a few more, but we both agreed this one captured his form and technique best.
And again, here is a beautiful, timeless phrase:
Catching on to what I was doing, Drew asked for the camera. He mentioned that he had found something really meaningful and would like to document it as well. Well, sure I thought, how sweet, I reasoned. And then, when I was flipping through the images, I saw this:
Well, isn't that just so romantic?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
- Drew is still here. We're tooling around this beautiful town in a convertible--need I say more?
- Today was bagel Sunday. I LOVE bagel Sunday. See, what happens is our magnanimous stage manager, Ray, buys the cast and crew bagels and cream cheese every Sunday. This means I don't have to get up any earlier than need be to hunt down some food before a 1 o'clock matinee. Or it means that I can save a bagel for lunch/dinner between shows. Sometimes it can even mean both. Also, Ray gets the good stuff--none of that grocery store crap (no offense to any grocery stores that read this blog). He gets us bagels from places like Bruegger's and Einstein's; places that only do bagels and so have gotten it down to a science. I love bagel Sunday.
- Between shows today, me, Drew, Clyde, and Derek had some delicious barbecue at what is, I guess, a famous restaurant here. I had corn on the cob which I could eat everyday, all day, if it's made right. And it was made right at this place. Clyde and Derek are both very cool guys; combined with the coolness of me and Drew, you can imagine how cool the lunch was.
- I completed another five-show weekend which means that a day-off is in order. This also means that I do not have to wear heels tomorrow. My feet are very angry at me, so maybe they will not be so mad tomorrow. Here's hoping.
- Drew is still here. HA! Just kidding--this is not a lowlight; I wish he was here all the time!!!!
- I just might be growing a mullet. Since I have gotten this short haircut, I have learned that I need it cut every 4 weeks, but last time I went to a stylist, he decided to just leave the back a little longer. He said it looked very bad***. Well, since he was the one with the asymmetrical hair (a la Christian from Project Runway), plus the styling know-how, I figured I would leave it up to him. However, a few weeks later...well, it is looking suspiciously similar to a mullet. Oh, well--I am due for another haircut the beginning of next month.
- Drew and I went to a birthday gathering for my friend Clifton at a bar after the show. We ordered some much-anticipated lobster, crab, and artichoke dip that came with pita bread and chips. There was a man in a wheelchair who parked himself right in front of where we were eating--and proceeded to try to manipulate us into giving him our food. It worked (he was in a wheel chair!). He told me he had never had pita before--while looking longingly at mine. I gave him some. When I was downstairs, he asked Drew for a chip; when Drew gave him one, he scooped as much of the dip that can possibly fit on a chip and shoved it into his mouth. Drew and I concluded that he ate about 50% of our chips and dip.
- And lastly, this occured:
Friday, August 15, 2008
I think I am learning something about myself, something important. See, it is easy for me to be judgemental. Not about people, so much (I hope, I pray...)--more about any new situation in my life.
I know, looks fine at first--that's what I thought, too. But upon closer inspection, I realized that the toilet paper dispenser was not so status quo:
Anyway, I thought these things were funny/weird/ disturbing--so I had to share:-)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Yesterday, I looked at my friend John quite seriously and said,
Monday, August 11, 2008
I haven't seen Drew in 10 weeks and we have been planning this trip for a while. But now I feel heartsick. See, this is the only week that I have 2 days off in a row for a while, which is why I booked Drew on a plane that is supposed to arrive at 11:30 am, Monday morning. But, the airline canceled his flight and now he can't get another flight until Tuesday.
I'm really okay with leaving Seattle. I'm really okay with going to San Diego and staying in a studio on the beach and living with Drew for a whole week. And I am really okay with having off from work tomorrow and the next day.