Ellipsoidals and Chocolate

Being sick is a beast.  A literal beast.  Friday I go to the health department and they say "do you want a flu shot?" And I say, "No, I rarely ever get sick." Which is true, because I rarely do.  Saturday, I notice a sore throat, and Sunday I feel like crap, and this morning I don't feel all too great.  It's mostly a cold or something  but I don't feel good at all.  I can't taste anything except my DayQuil.  Speaking of which, is it supposed to make you awake?  Because I took it last night and I couldn't sleep and I almost had vertigo or something because I felt like my brain was literally spinning.  I hardly know, but it defiantly wasn't fun and I only got like, 5 hours of sleep.

:(

I'm not happy.  :(

In other news, my spring break is over.

I made a 49 out of 50 in my Psy test, and a 92 on my religion Midterm and I am quite pleased.

I am also pleased about the pleasant weather and the springtime feelings all around.

Today in my Stagecraft class we got to take all the lights of the pipe things from above.  I was able to say "that's an ellipsoidal" and I got to help put them in the right position.  I put all the shutters in, took out the gels, put them upright, unplugged them, took the safety off and then I got to unscrew them (with a wrench) from the C-clamp and I got Josh to cart them off because I'm clumsy and they're heavy.

But then I was slightly angry (this whole being sick thing has made me grumpy) because this stupid girl who was picking up the gels was like "is it okay if I stack them, I'm afraid I'm going to break them..."

They're thin pieces of plastic...  Not to mention, if you did, they have that stuff on big rolls so it's not like it would be a real loss or anything.  Stupid.

SEUSSICAL:

Is amazing.  Everyday I have a little more fun.  We had 2 hours worth of BG bonding/practice Friday, which improved us greatly, I committed my 3rd felony by rolling down the sacred Indian burial ground hill thing (admire the beauty here), and it's amazing.  I am also winning the sweat contest by a landslide (my label is completely off.  What now, what now?) and it's so much fun.  I shockingly have a lot of energy and my stupid Acting I focusing exercises are sort of kind of paying off.  Didn't expect that...

Speaking of Acting I, I volunteered for the first time last week.  What we had to do was have someone create an environment and then others would become the human props.  So I volunteered to be the person to create the environment so I started dancing.  Next thing I know, girl 1 is standing straight... like a pole.  *sigh* So, I grab up my giggle-pants and violate her.  Then girl 2 comes in, sticks her hands up and revolves... like a revolving pole.  So, yet again... Then guy 1 comes in and bends over... like a horizontal pole.  So here I am, switching between three people, dancing on them, and out comes Daniel, who thankfully, becomes a stereo (which was hilarious).  DV waited forever to call it to a stop.  Turns out girl 2 was a disco ball (what a helpful prop) and guy 1 was a swingy thing at the nightclubs...?  And after all that violation.

I also volunteered to read this part from the scenes we were beating, then he got me to read it again with all my beats, and then, he asked for a volunteer and all the girls had their hands up and he asked me to read it again as a single beat.  I felt like I was sort of kind of accomplishing something regarding my *cough* acting career.

Anywho, I'll see you all tonight, and out-sweat you, and dominate at dancing and life, because I'm just that great.  I leave you with a video of me dancing:

-Me

Robbie is Rap-tastic

You know how Graphic Novels are usually associated with dorks who dress up in leather and go to things like Dragon*Con? Well, I guess Disney is now shooting for that audience because look at their latest addition to the family.

"An All New Graphic Novel." You've went too far HSM. Way too far.
Adding too going to far, look at the new "required" book in the bookstore for a COLLEGE CLASS.

Let me say it again: REQUIRED. What? This is probably the worse example of good literature (writing style), ever, and it's REQUIRED. Not saying it's not a good story, but for College? Bah. But there were other vampire books so I only pray (oh please, oh please) that it's a class on Vampires and not the awesomeness of Twilight.
Now, lets talk about immaturity. This is me. In a shopping cart:

It was very painful and I had a headache afterwards. No one would know it but when clothes are on top of you (and Depends, Hannah Montana calenders, Oprah magazine, diapers, and shoes) it gets rather heavy. But no one realized I was in it the whole time we went around the store... except when I whispered and they looked startled at the basket. Luckily Alex and Brianna kept their cool until AFTER we left.

I sort of regret not jumping out at someone. :(
In other things, Kelly and I went to see Rabun Gap's Cirque. The movements were excellent (this one kid did a push up; sideways; on a pole; a vertical pole) and with all the jumping, standing on rubber balls, hoops, nets and the tiny Asian in a banana suit, I was amazed. But with everything, I am horribly critical, and even though their set was fantastic (or at least the city part; the forest was horrid) and their energy superb, their costumes had that terrible pulled-yet-inconsistent-style to it. Not enough jazz to them.

Whereas there movement was terrific, their acting sort of lacked (sort of, not terrible) at least the two leads were good. Some tall boy in a striped hat and Dylan Duvall played the magician or something. He was definitely the best (which is ironic because the best one learned under the leadership of Oh Mighty Tyrant) and was the only one w/o face make-up. Adding to that, none of those kids knew squat about doing face-makeup. It looked like a three year old had painted on for Halloween.

Afterwards, Kelly and I went back to the senior parking lot and played with her sisters camera: we screamed for it, we laughed for it, we goofed off for it, we got under her running car for it. It was magic. Everett showed up and we attempted to do pictures with me as the third wheel looking mortified at them, but they never turned out well.

We also went to Fatz before and got Everett as our waiter, who brought us Air Heads (blue raspberry) and paid for our meal. But it was all good because we left him a $20 tip.

Saturday was game night and Everett, Kelly and I dominated at Cranium. I lovingly got nominated to do all the acting bits which was great because they guessed them right off. Afterwards we went upstairs and watched The Soup. Or at least Kelly and I did because their was a mass clearing of everyone in the middle of it.
So, yesterday I had my advisor meeting about arranging classes for next semester and I get tons of theatre ones. I have one dance class that runs from 10:10-1:15 and then another movement class that is 2 hours long. So basically, I'm going to be a muscle with and perhaps a little bit more rhythm. Not much; but a little. Along with that I have the possibility of taking a make-up class and a lecture class with Terrence Mann that includes lots of movies. Only thing wrong with this is that my first class would be at 8 in the morning and my Terrence Mann class would end at 7, so essentially, if I go with this plan (hint: I don't think so) I get no sleep. Along with that Susan really wants me to become a design major vs. acting because I apparently have talent in the field. But just wait until she sees my debonair acting. Yeah. I wiggle my eyebrows at that.

Speaking of me and my rhythm and my debonair acting:
Seussical is essentially wearing me out. I scraped my knee yesterday, thus dubbing this play the next Footloose. But, regardless of all the sweat, all the soreness, all the orange juice, all the tiredness and droppyness, I would have it no other way. Everytime I feel my sore thigh I think about how much fun I'm having and I smile and hit it again for more reminecence.
I wish I could say I feel like I'm doing well, but this whole synchrony thing is killing me. Perhaps after an intense dance workout which would include various other things (such as popsickles and nailpolish) I may be able to do those C things with my legs. But, all the same, I can't help feeling like I'm way TOO big compaired to my fellows. For example:

(i.e. I'm the one in the striped shirt) Actually, I don't know what I was doing in this picture. Perhaps I look just slightly better now? Besides my inability to dance, I sing all the songs extreamly low which isn't a bad thing, but I just hope it's on key. Adding to all this, did you know it is next to impossible to get my shoulders to move? I try to shimmy and I end up looking like I'm having a shaking fit all over. I hardly know.
Oh, and I did not obtain a poster, so until I get one, Sevy's windows shall be blank. :( Adding to that, I have window markers in blue and white and guess what is being created on the back of Sev on March 1st? Just guess because, ooooh, it's going to be delicious. I wiggle my eyebrows at this as well.
Everything is just too much fun. :)

And now, I leave you with a gift from the gods. Robbie has created a little rap for us regarding a song from Seuss, and I daresay I was just fortuate enough to have the means to record it at the time. Enjoy because I surely do:



-Me

"Excellent, Rachel."

I got an email from my acting teacher today. Guess what his reply was to my absolutely charming poetic BS that is called my acting journal?

"Excellent, Rachel."

I guffaw. Really... really? See, the thing about professors is I tell them EXACTLY what they want to hear. I had a feminist teacher once, so I wrote multiple essays about women's roles as Disney Princesses and Elle's transformation in Legally Blonde: The Musical. And she ate it up. I never lie; I just make sure to pick a topic that they are passionate about. Now, if I had a teacher that said "write a paper on how God is false," I would write the most beautiful thing about how he is completely true and reward myself with a coffee drink for my F.

Either that or God would completely change his heart and he would give me an A+. I'm just saying that you never know with God.

Seussical is going FANTASTIC. I feel like there is just so much fantasticalness happening every time I go to practice. As a Bird Girl we have sooo much movement. Luckily I rewrote my very sloppy notes, then wrote very detailed notes which, as soon as I get home again I plan on rewriting again in ink. Reinforcing it. Sorry I'm so excited about this play.

Besides that I've been super busy lately. And I sort of like it. Yesterday Brianna and I went to Subway and ate then we went to all kinds of cheep stores and bought... things. I'm not saying what, but I will say a certain operation is beginning. I will say that the end result is going to be AMAZING. We're having a blast. We also returned underwear 30 minutes after we bought it, ate lots of pixie sticks and I impersonated how it would be if I stalked Obama from the White House windows.

More or less.

And when coming to rehearsals I saw the most hillarious thing in the world. Down the parking lot comes two boys on children's scooters with their hoods drawn around their faces. I have never laughed so hard in my life. Props to you, Everett and Samuel mysterious boys on scooters.

Anyhoo, tonight I'm going with Erin to eat delicious mexican and talk about the deep stuff in life and probably the not so deep. One never quite knows where the discussion will lead. But I do know I shall eat a delicious grilled chicken quesadia with onions, green peppers and sour cream. It shall be amazing.

-Me

On a Tuesday, you can see forever...

This is a beautiful morning.  It reminds me of the simple pleasures of high school.  I remember running for milk in the morning, one in each hand for Scotty's cereal.  Everyone would watch and shake their heads or laugh.  It's now a general joke to get me to run.  The weather is super pleasant and the only thing missing is my old friends and Robbie's closet that I need to clean out.  Again.

My acting class is going relatively well.  My acting teacher told me he was disappointed because we got into character but didn't get in the character.  It's hard to explain but he wants us to literally become that person.  He also noted that some of us were way too cartoonish (which I think he means too much energy and too "big") and to that I guffaw for we all know that "do it big" is the motto of life (not to mention it makes more sense.)  I'm not sure what's going on... but I like our way better.

He also has told me that I was too perky.  Hm...

And we did this game.  What you had to do was lay down on the ground and relax while your partner felt all over you helping you with "tension."  I know I was supposed to relax but it's awful hard to when you are trying your hardest to look serious.  I daresay I felt a little violated.

Before class though, I dropped by Uncle Scotty's and watched some skits.  I happened to record this one of dearest Jonathan:

I just adore the ending.  Then I was off to Acting to be violated then I came back to see Scotty again.  I walked into his third period and I saw Jennifer who actually bear gripped me, and I commented that black made her look slim but threw in some fat jokes all the same.  She informed me that she had lost weight and to that I received a "well Rachel found it."  Jerk.  Then Ric hit me with his marble track pole and in the corner I saw him give Everett a high five. 

I then sewed some buttons on Nikki's costume and ate about fifty chocolate squares.  Alex decided she would rather put thread on a shirt than art so she showed up and we all talked a lot.  Everett stole my glasses and made good use of them:

Which was so phenomenally adorable that a picture was taken.  I then finished and school was out.  Lori (Kelly's sister) came in waiting for Kelly who then showed up and this is where the fun begins.  Kelly drew me an amazing picture of me as a star killing people (their were carcasses surrounding me) and Everett wrote me a charming poem that ends in "if you would lose 50 pounds then you wouldn't be so round."  We all decided to go waste time together so we got in Sev and went.  But first we had to drop of Lori at the health department.

So I wasn't quite sure where to go so they were directing me and they told me to turn and I accidently went in the wrong lane.  So I just go over the median and drive on until Kelly and Everett notice that there is a cop behind me (no blue lights mind you.)  So I keep driving and park at the health dept. and Lori gets out and we sit there and next thing I know I have this lady cop at my window.  She tells me that I need to pay more attention to the road and less to my friends.  Not only that but she says it super cocky and the ironic thing is that my friends were paying attention to the road as well and helping me with it.  Kelly said I was pitiful and to make me feel better she sat up front with me and we left Everett in the back where he belonged.  We then went to Wal*Mart and bikes were rode in the aisle and a hula hoop tournament went on.  And we looked at an Obama book.  Blegh.

I was hungry so we went to Dairy Queen where Everett and I bashed every one of Kelly's lovely beliefs (bible style) and it was sort of like a dog chasing its tail.  We then left, and Everett taught me how to use my cruise button (because I suck at driving apparently) and we went to the play ground where we climbed up the slide and then went down it, see sawed, spider swung, (not very successfully.  Poor Kelly.)  and did lots more.  It was great fun.

Onto rehearsal which was fun (the best part is to watch us bird girls scamper across backstage at mach speed.)  This part is one of the most fun parts ever.  I love to dance but not only do I get to dance I get to be a diva as well.  We discussed getting matching underwear with "Bird Girl" on the butt and we then had some lovely conversations about everything.  I believe this is going to be an amazing play.  Robbie had some footage of the whole thing and I told him he should make a whole video of it and hand it out to us all.  It would be amazing.

Oh and Chris showed up and we all had great fun talking about Western and old plays we all did together.  Kelly and Chris talked about their wonderful moments while dancing and it was hilarious.  Brianna and I then talked about life and it was deep.  Fun, fun, fun.  :)

And this Friday I have a birthday party to look forward to.  Someone turned extremely old and someone else is youthful so good day to them.  Pizza and movie is my style.  :)

-Me