To Be A Cantalope

NO
If Miley Cyrus gets Ariel Moore I will vomit all over the reel and request that they do it over.
No. No. No.

Regarding Twilight:
HEYS LOOK YOU GUYS A NEW POSTER
I love how Bells is all up in Jacob's space. And Edward like, cries a tear. Well technically no, because vampires can't cry, but he I suppose he can dry sob or whatever.
Oh and Breaking Dawn has been confirmed as a movie, so the whole, Cesarean-by-fangs thing is gonna go great. I can see it now...



On the Harry Potter front, news is lame. There is a whole lotta new clips and scenes being leaked from the new movie, but I usually avoid them like the plague. Why you may ask? Well, you take a movie you were looking forward to like everything, you watch all the clips and scenes and when you go to the theatre you already know the whole movie and it's all so spoiled for you. With something like Harry, spoiling it is the last thing I want.

I love you Harry.

As well as this, this is the only other news available on Potterfront:
THEY BOUGHT FURNITURE? FOR THE SET?

Even I have now hit a point where I don't care. We should set up a news site for whenever we buy set stuff. "Today Effie picked up carpet remnants; I wonder where that will go." "Scotty purchased some paint and a set of three hangers. This is important news."

Harry Potter fans: if this is the sort of news you cling to... shame.

...I love you Harry.

In other, other, other news, I have my Peter Pan review finished. All I lack is the videos to upload and then, I shall jumpstart that magic into this world.
Then I have to do Beauty and the Beast.
Hee, B&B was pure, pure joy to my heart.

Onward to AIDA:
So, tonight is Strongest Suit night, so needless to say I brought in the reinforcements (i.e. water, sweatable clothes, etc.) I just want to have a light up dress of light up robot goodness. And to dance. My passion is dancing.

I'm a slave too. And Nikki is my slavely mother. I feel like she's our mother at least. She's our princess/mother. I love you Nikki.

Scotty got us little notebooks last rehearsal. And I was in heaven. I love goodies. Goodiess... I have big goodies in store. :)

I've been working on my script for the past, well, forever, and by the time I get it done I probably won't have to use it any more but whatever, do what you must. It's been fun. We should have Script Parties! To fold and cut and mend... and whatever, I like it.

And I bought Sidewalk Chalk. To advertise. Shut up, I like advertising.

End of AIDA.

So, I must say adieu my friends because I'm tired of looking at this blog entry. Gday.

-Me

Pee.Ess. Come to The Rachel Show Project T tomorrow night at 7:30 in the FAC. I'm emceeing/rapping/dancing/making a fool out of myself/etc. Entry is articles of clothing and/or donations that go to El Salvador. But don't come because of El Salvador (because, who cares? I don't.), come to see meee...

Beam me up, Scotty!

HAI U GUYSS! GUESS WHAT?

That's right. I'm out. Like, from school. For three months. Jealous?
Because you should be.

Anyhoo, as I sit in the library at Western... hold up. Why am I at Western? Well my beloved laptop Beatrice's touch pad went all faulty on me, so I had them fix it. And they did a gorgeous job. She's little sad to leave the I.T. building though. So many handsome, young, strapping and flirtatious male laptops waiting on her every purr, and she gets to go home to my rinkydink gentleman desktop Sir Henry. He's in love with her; as is every other electronic. But will she ever realize his appeal? I doubt it because I sure don't.

Sooo, Summer Plans:
Work. Somewhere. I'll figure it out. ;)
AIDA AIDA AIDA
Hopefully the Foreigner; something with it, be it tech or acting. I'm obviously not picky.

Going along with the Aida train of thought: HANDMAIDEN GIFT BASKETS. Or should I say Pyramids? Once there are several more handmaidens than Bird Girls I'm going more so for crafty and cheep than "hey lets buy lots of stuff and I'll sew buttons on it, okay? Okay!" approach. Looking back, will I get everyone something? No.
For two reasons: 1. there are like, 14 handmaidens. If you think I am painstakingly going to cut pyramid gift boxes and glitter them for 14 handmaidens, you are sadly mistaken. 2. I'm poor and can only afford so many pairs of drawers. I think I'll just tie-dye white ones or something though. How does that make you feel? To think of me tie-dying your panties, eh?

Speaking of Handmaidens and Co. I've put the whole lot of them on a diet. Walking once a week and although the mass majority can't walk past a mile it is progress and by the time the play comes around we shall all be fit. Turns out I am surprisingly fit; I toted my 45 pound cousin up a steep and long driveway and back without even getting tired. I was impressed with this.
Although I do have the most horrible lungs. Untreated asthma or something. Whatever.
And all this fitness is disguised by a whole lotta fat. Mm.

Our first try was kind of failed though. I come out of the bathroom dressed in shorts and tennis shoes and they're all walking in decorative flip flops and normal shoes. Sillies. Had blisters. We walked half a mile and the whole lot was worn. We walked back and then went to Pizza Hut, which essentially kind of makes everything not exactly work and kind of useless.

Then crazy stuff happened that was weird and we're not going to relive it, mkay? Okay, so we will. One day. I'm kind of worn out. I have a Lock-In Recap floating in my drafts and I'll post it... sometime. I got to prune it to my preferences.

And I have to find a name for our Aida Fitness Days for Aida Fitness Days is a mouthful but not so much a mouthful as "Elaborate Lives are not so elaborate when they are fat," which is more or less my favourite. "Enchantment Passing Through my muscles hurts like a Pharaoh" doesn't quite work either. I'll think of something. "A Step To Far for I think I'm going to die..."

So, LETS TALK ABOUT AIDA SOME MORE! *hint: this is going to be life this summer. So get used to me talking about this.

So after our Plink Nights I have decided that I am tone deaf. Well, I sort of knew this and I can sort of tell when I'm major off but sort of not and it's all dastardly. I dunno. Kelly sung on-key in gentle tones in my ear to help me get on key and that helped a whole lotta. But my Kelly will not always be there to hold my hand, and *le sigh* this saddens me. We are kindred spirits my friend. :(

Anyhoo, all the handmaidens get to wear towels.
And I get to, more or less, wear something like this:

Fierce. In all actuality this is a unitard and the original word was "body stocking," but if you google body stocking you get something a little more... risque? Sure. So I'm thinking, "unitard" was more in mind. I will then be beamed up to the mothership at the end.

Don't be hating.

So, back to something else, my Dearest Kelly is doing a show for her Senior Project and who is to be in it but yours truly. We're doing "Snuff the Girl" from Urinetown and I'm *gasp* dancing. Kelly actually trusts me that much. Egad, what?

I also think she wants me to Emcee or something or something that's sort of like an Emcee but more like I walk out and dance and walk off and something happens and we're not sure what and it's all like Spaghetti Cat and Tavern Beaver and you just don't know.

And that's what I contribute. The More You Know

And in other news, I have picked up reading again now that the purgatory named college is over, and I am reading 2 books. One is 200 pages and is thoroughly boring but Kelly told me I would love it and obviously I do a lot for Kelly and I trust her opinion on what I like for we're pretty similar in this aspect. The Catcher in the Rye is this one and I keep waiting for the interesting part. I just got to the part where he buys a hooker, and I'm still not intrigued so there you go.

My other book is 600 pages and I'm halfway done with it as well. The Host by same woman who did Twilight. It's amazing. Even though the narrator annoys me a little in this one as well. She's such a pansy, but it's justifiable and works. But the person whose body she had taken over is not; she's hardcore. It's sad but great with lots of sections in it that are like, you know, the camping sections in Deathly Hallows where you just wait till its over so you get to that one good chapter and then we're camping again. Whatever. I found myself crying of the characters anguish last night. Don't judge me.

The guy she's in love with though is named Jared. Jared. This is significant.
He's also a jerk. How... appropriate. But pretty much my favourite character so there you go.

Anyhoodle, I'm off to Wal*Mart to buy a tape adapter because if I listen to what I have to listen to anymore I'll carve ornate bedposts out of my legs or something. Whatever. Good day friends.

-Me

Pee.Ess.
Grades!:
Religion: A-
Psycology: A
Acting I: B (WHAT?!)
Stagecraft: A+
Comp II: B

Meanwhile, Effie is in the light booth, doing the time warp...

A few updaties:

Almost Maine: is Fin. Oh thank goodness. Afterwards, I will say I missed it a little. I dunno if it was just the stage experience or what, but after spending 2 weeks with a group of people, I suppose you do feel a little melancholy. I made a few friends and I will miss them. Regardless, the most will be doing shows again, so I reckon I shall see them again.
As much as I miss a few, the relief of not being there from 12 to 10 is the best feeling ever.

In general, I felt like it was an okay show. I won't go so far as to say it was amazing and life changing, but the kids could act and I've seen so much worse. (Yes Beauty and the Beast I am talking to you.) Like I said before, my empathy meter to the whole thing was on low, but overall, it was a functional play. Alex, on the other hand, hate, hate, hated it.

Of course, my minuscule, blink-and-miss-it part that you couldn't see because the lights were out is really what gave it any kudos in the first place. :)

So, from the backlash of Almost Maine I have a whole lotta work. I have 2 1/2 pages done on my Aida paper out of 12, and I have 2 days to finish it.

Alack, stress.

Oh, and we had a Lock in, but a detailed explanation of that later. All I will say about the subject for now is:
Dead Deers
Initiation
Biting Robbie AND Sam
Hula Hoop Contests
Matching Tinkerbell Pajamas
Wink and Tangle
BLOWHORN
"Where's our stuff?"
John-Mark attempts spooning. And fails.
"Rachel is so worn out."
A sad attempt at Sardines.
Prison Break.
"I'm so bloody tired." BLOWHORN

And please realize I slept at Scotty's feet the whole time. Slept at... is that not the epitome of pathetic? No wonder everyone thinks I actually like him. Blegh.
*note: I hate Scotty Corbin. I will destroy him.
*second note: ...okay, I don't. It would be like hating myself.

Anyhoo, in other notes:
AIDA AUDITIONS

So, we had Aida auditions. Kelly *added* to the dance, and I thought, hm, FAIL. So I ended up looking like I had the jerks or something. Score. We then sang, and I thought, I could sing this alone, but then I thought, nah, I'll probably freak out. Which I did. When I didn't do it. I shook. A lot. Then acting auditions, and everyone laughed at me. Afterwards Nikki had me sit beside her and she cradled my feelings because she is the only person who has any sense of compassion in this whole group.
...I love you Nikki.

Speaking of my acting audition: I'm right and you're wrong.

Looks at their feet!

Now, a few more things regarding Aida:
1. If I don't get cast, I would like the two following technical jobs: Costume Crew Chief (Mainly, I choose this just because I want someone to clean up the dressing room) and Effie's partner. i.e. I sit in the back with the lights and chill with Ef. And make sure she chooses "stair" light instead of "star" light. Or make sure she doesn't black out in the middle of the song. And we'll probably do the timewarp in the back or something, I dunno. I just want a claim on these positions if the "what if" happens. Hope it doesn't, but I'm marking my turf if it does.

2. There is a conspiracy theory going around that today Scotty is posting the cast list. According to Alex, tis true, but, then again, it is Scotty and we know how he works. What a trickster.

3. I've already figured out my presents that will be sort of like the bird girl baskets.) It's cheep and highly creative, so I relish in it. I just have to find a some of the right stuff...

4. I already have a photo album started for Aida...

And here we goooo

I hope you realize that the best photo of the all (of any photo ever made for that matter) is the one of Effie lurking. Oh, Effie, I love you.

Anyhoo, I need to stop talking about this Aida and start writing 6 more pages about the other Aida. Good day friends, and I await by my email account for ye ol' cast list, be it conspiracy or not.

-Me

Nothing says "I'm protesting my typecast" like a naked romp on stage.

In news not directly related to me:

Spring Awakening is being made into a movie
I'm kind of, sort of, not really fond of this musical. Music: good. Theme: bad bad baddy bad. It's like a gigantic teenage angst drama set in ancient Germany or something. All the same, we all know I'll be at the theater.

After all, not much can be worse than Mamma Mia!

Zac Efron: NO MORE FOOTLOOSE D:
WHAT? You and Daniel Radcliff wanting to create a new image for yourself. *sigh* Silly Zaquisha, do you not know that you are forever indebted to HSM? It created you. And I say much of the same thing to you DanRad. You are forever Harry Potter (at least in my mind...)

Speaking of Zac and Daniel parallels:
Pants off to gratious nudity!

Everyone is prepping up for Aida as of right now on the Overlook side of things. All us teenagers (hold on a second; I'm 18. I'm an adult. *snort*) are going crazy. I've [almost] got the audition dance down pat, except for the rhythm (Rhythm!? What is this rhythm you speak of?!) but, at least I have the moves down... right? Anyhoo, I can hardly wait and, with my almost official job at the Dessert Factory this summer I can just shimmy on over to the SMACPAC and party with buttons and what not. YEAH!

And today as I went into the scene shop Luther and some guy took time out of class to play us a concert with a harmonica and a fiddle respectively. They were both good, but I couldn't help but reflect on the randomness of it all. I mean, who does that?

Besides Uncle Scotty, the piano, and his Broadway/Disney songs and my singing "Memory" at the top of my lungs. But we hardly count as odd.

In other, other, other news, I won't be seeing any of you for 2 whole weeks much. Working tech for "Almost Maine" here at WCU for practicum hours. Happy? No. But the actors were loving enough: they all got us a bottle of Sunpop. Small cast; they seem weird enough. As for skill, not too bad. There were parts where I should have been laughing/crying and I did neither throughout the whole production, but hey, whatever, they're not bad. It's a cute play in general although I'm not sure if it's something I'm going to like watching as many times as I'll have to. Although rehearsals are from 6:30 to about 9:30 and by the time I get home it's 10, so technically, I now live at Western. Fortunately Jenny shall sacrifice her dorm services when necessary and I am pleased for this. Besides these times I have to be there around 12:00 on Sundays, so you know what that means: no church. Miffed? Yes. Does that matter. No.

And I have to dress in stupid winter clothes. To move things backstage. So take the amount I sweat now and multiply it by 10,000. It may not be snowing on stage, but it definantly will be raining.

Anyway, they should probably be dressed warmer because, technically it's Maine (hm, how about that!) and it would be sort of cool for them to have a snow machine but I'm not judging, I'm not, I swear.



...whatever. Judge for yourself.

ANDD GUESSS WHATTT?
And here's an explanation. SO THIS IS ESSENTIALLY LIKE CHRISTMAS COMING EARLY.
I really should buy me another Harry Potter shirt. All mine are like, from the fourth movie and from a time when shorter shirts were in. And I need longer shirts because I have a huge torso.... sooo...

HARRY POTTER IS COMING OUT JULY 15TH AH.
So many preparations.

Speaking of which, if everyone remembers my previous audio problems in my car (lack of iPod adapter, Linda Ronstadt, etc.) I am delighted to say I have found a temporary answer to this problem of nothing to listen to by checking out Half Blood Prince on audio tape.

Jim Dale (who was from Barnum. Which is the worst Broadway. Ever.) does the voices and its... concerning? Yeah, I'll go with that. Because:

1. Bellatrix and Narcissa sound Italian, for, some, reason.
2. Dumbledore sounds like he's going to die any minute (Hm, how ironic!)
3. It is so hilarious to hear Jim Dale trying to do female voices. He has a great narrator voice, but gee, to here him try to get all high pitch like Hermione with the I failed everything flail is made of fail all on it's own. And Ginny sounds like a man. But I hate Ginny so it's okay.
4. Snape sounds like a chain smoker. And less malicious and more drawing. For some reason I imagine him sitting in a high back chaired and stroking a cat. And wearing a turban. I dunno. Which reminds me of Draco. Who reminds me of... I don't know what, it's just bad.
5. Just a side note: Voldemort is probably the dweebiest villain ever. "LETS SMASH SOME BRIDGES! THAT'S EVIL, RIGHT?! YEAH!" I mean, who does that?
6. And I had to stop the tape when I heard Jim Dale's Fleur voice. I died.
7. Lastly, Tonks sounds way too perky.
8. Never mind, this is lastly: How we are first introduced to Harry.

Whatever, I'm done.

-Me

Heavenly Aida, mystical garland of light and flowers...?

Some "while I wait for mom to come out of the grocery store" musings:

Sevy looks so nice since I have cleaned him out. I vacuumed and everything. He's very appreciative; I can tell by his hum.

It's not a pleasant sort of felling when you go to wipe Subway sandwich off your mouth, when suddenly you realize the napkin has a different texture. You then realize that you happened to puck up the blackened dirt rag you had forgotten to take out when you cleaned your car.

What's even worse than this, perhaps, is when your adapter for your iPod is tore up and you're stuck choosing from the collection of cassettes the former owner of Sevy gave you because she didn't want them. The choices? Van Morrison, Lynda Ronstadt, Paul Simon and Beethoven. I went with Lynda and sort of regret it.

Sort of.

But it fun to go around all of Franklin in this beautiful weather blaring Beethoven. Alas, the looks you get.

For something completely unrelated, I have a 12 page paper due in English at the end of the semester. For some odd reason the idea of Harry Potter and Morality wasn't "sophisticated" enough, although Tolkien and his Elfin Language and Dr. Seuss' Political Messages are. Huh. She even bothered to ask me "Who cares?"

I care. Theology majors care. English majors care. Harry Potter fans care. Concerned Christian parents care. Crazy book burning Christian parents care. Other parents care. Everyone cares. I mean, they've written tons of books on this subject; I can't see how it isn't important.

But this didn't suit her. She wanted something that would be beneficial to my future. So she asked my my major was and my future job plans. I told her Drama Teacher/Heir/Dictator, etc. and she said "perfect." So now, I get to do something about a play.

Still not that bad.

So, I'm doing Aida. Taking the opera opera and the new musical and analyzing and comparing, hidden meanings, the story, etc. etc. Whatever. Checked out the opera, and *snort* it's great.

This would be Radames:
...bwahahahahahahahha.
Well, at least we know someone won't have to go to the gym to get ready for the show. Not that he would anyway...

Here are some of this hilarious lyrics:

And here is Amneris, looking like something from a Cher concert:

And this is sort of as far as I've got. So like, within 12 minutes or something.
It's not very exciting.
Imagine.

Anyhoo, the report should be interesting, even though it's next to impossible to find any scholarly books on the musical version of Aida. I'll Amazon it or something, but I'm really suffering here.

On some other notes, Harry Potter news sites are reaaallly suffering. The news consits of "J.K. Rowling resigns from MS Society Scotland." And I say, who cares? I would rather them post nothing but things I care about like new books, or movie stills, or the *squee* theme park. But this? I care not.

But I despise J.K. Rowling. I know, it makes no sense. Whatever.

And my mother just ate some 2002 expired oatmeal. It clumped up and after the first few bites she stopped and said it tasted odd. We're kind of hoping it had weevils in it. "Yummy yummy, I've got weevils in my tummy," is an exact quote.

*sigh*

-Me

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