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

So, this is what Stress feels like

So, a small list of everything I have to get done by this week:

• Watch the movie Apocolypse! and do a sheet for a replacement grade
• Study for a gigantic quiz on everything in Religion
• 5 Psychology Papers
• 1 to 2 page paper on how Practicum was
• Oral Report on Practicum
• 12 pages on Aida
• An Oral Report on Aida
• Electronic Portfolo
• Present Stop Kiss

It's only monday and I've already had an emotinal breakdown. *sigh*

-Me

Note:  Hee, look what D.V. said about me acting journals:

"Guess what? You’re asking all the right questions. Keep up this level of work, focus, and reflection and I think you’ll really begin seeing notable, consistent changes in your approach and performance."

He then thought I didn't turn in Journal Entry 2, when in fact I had, and once I wasn't going to take 63/100 points, I called him out. This is what he said on the matter:

"Believe me, you’re one of the students who comes through like clockwork with these assignments, so if I’m at fault, I’ll take the heat."

So, I told him, basically, in subtler ways, IT IS YOUR FAULT, and he replied this back:

"I’m going to go ahead and give full credit for you. I have no doubt that something beyond our control is amiss. And your standard of assigned / written work sharpens any blurred lines.
So, given that, 100 of 100 points for the column."

So apparently I'm a better acting student than I thought... hm...

Either that or I should be a Creative Writing major...

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

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

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