Who knew?

I know I use that for a title surprisingly often [no, I don't feel like linking them], but I'm really surprised how many of my New Year's Confessions turned up again in my year.

- “Wannabe,” that Spice Girls classic, didn’t really show up in my life this year, but the fact that I knew the words to most of the late ‘80s/early ‘90s Disney animated library, “Goodnight My Angel,” and “Can’t Take My Eyes off of You” provided some memorable sing-a-long moments.

- Following the second one, I’ve met my future husband three or four times over this past year. I think I’m just going to guess that I’ve gotten wittier, not that I should change my belief structure or anything.

- Forget my husband having one, if I haven’t had an Australian (or British, they’re almost the same) accent for some stretch of time before I die, I’ll feel upset.

- I think I completely regressed into a seven year old over the past year, albeit one with a fab vocabulary, so that’s happened oodles of times.

- And I definitely killed off that last one, as acting class had me macking on all sorts of people (and that other thing in the park). I never realized how much kissing I could accomplish in one semester without finding a boyfriend.

So, with all that in mind, my list of Confessions for this year:

* I've never seen any theatre in any other state besides Missouri.

* I can only swing dance if the fake, show choir-esque style counts. Otherwise, no.

* The whole Lady Macbeth thing still ticks me off, if I'm in the proper mood.

* Supposedly my death glares are hideously scary; though Megan is the only person who's ever seen them (I don't know what that says about Megan). I can't control when they come out, or perhaps I wouldn't just play nine year olds.

* Every long break from school when I bring Merv home (Christmas, summer), I reorganize my music files fanatically. I don’t know if I should blame it on my librarian blood or just call myself OCD.

Trying to plan for future posts is harder than it looks. And you can’t even see it happen.

Heigh-ho, everyone! Past Hannah speaking. So, I know somewhere in here I end up in a car for thirteen hours on my way to Louisiana and a lovely football game (stadium nachos stadium nachos stadium nachos!), but I really don’t know where and I’d feel cheesy doing a “well, I guess we’re out of the car by this blah blah blah” sort of thing, so just imagine it’s going on and lingering there in the air and stuff.

If you’re watching the Independence Bowl (whatever Bat time, whatever Bat station) and see someone chomping on nachos with extra cheese, her other hand holding onto a book at cheering erupts around her, wave hello to Football Hannah. And think of me during that long trip, ‘kay? Extra batteries will be my friends.

Best of the Options

I’m not putting in the applicable links at the moment (if any), but just take this list for the piece of confounded nonsense it is. Thanks.

* BEST ADDICTING GAME: Addiction Solitaire; I owe many late nights to this stupid card game

* BEST ROOMATE: Melissa, of course (Debbie can stay in BNB with the sorority girls, that’s fine with me)

* BEST MOVIE (in theatres): Pirates of the Caribbean

* BEST MOVIE (on video): Run Lola Run

* BEST CONCERT: Ben Folds, with Matt Wertz opening

* BEST COMPLIMENT: “Mmm…you smell like chocolate.”

* BEST AUDITION: general auditions for fall one-acts when I fell walking up the stairs to the stage, manage a great comeback to all the “are you okay?”s and then snagged four call backs with my Clueless monologue

* BEST BURNED CD: Iowa road trip mix

* BEST CD I FORGOT I OWNED: Sheryl Crow, “The Globe Sessions”

* BEST INSIDE JOKE: Meredith and my “Just Keep Swimming” song and hand motions, stolen from Dory in “Finding Nemo”

* BEST CRAZY DORM MOMENT: the look on Melissa’s face when she realized one of all of her shoes were hanging from Michael and John’s light….so priceless, I can’t even describe it

* BEST PIECE OF MAIL: anything from Archie McPhee, especially the package I wasn’t there to pick up (though Melissa wrangled it out of the hall desk for me, despite the fact that she wasn’t me or “Tallulah Jefferson,” the addressee)

* BEST PLAY: tie between Ibsen’s Ghosts and Miller’s All My Sons

* BEST STRONGBAD: Children’s Book, though the news report is pretty friggin’ hilarious

My beautiful powers of persuasion

I think my mom's coming along on the New York trip idea. She doesn't laugh it off anymore. And there's now a list of attractions/shows/places to see. And I just bought a guidebook for walking tours of the city.

I'd still rather go to London, though.

(No, the cover won't feature Cinderella forever)

Scrapbook progress, though amazing the first few days of break, has pretty much halted since I've reached the pile of photos that I never had time to scan into Merv before I left school. I have a pile of pics that I want to use in the book, yet I also need to post them on the photo webpage (remember that?). I'd just save doubles, but Melissa went through them before break for her scrapbook. Despite this minor set back (I'll probably just paste them in and make sure there's nothing on the edge so I can pull them back out), the book's actually looking quite good, as it's gone from 3 1/2 pages to about 22 (though some of those are just outlines at the moment). I’m even taking the time to plan ahead for the photos currently being developed and those hanging out on cameras, waiting to be filled. Nothing like free time to make you plan out the frivolous things.

Today’s Location: Iowa (why, yes, there IS a cornfield in the backyard!)

Sure, I know it’s fab to receive gifts (both from the list and the pink bunny suit type) and your annual toothbrush from Santa, along with all the chocolates, cookies, party mixes you can snarf down, and everything else about Christmas that people love. Just don’t forget the true meaning of the season, y’all (by way of Charlie Brown, if that helps):

“Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.’

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying:

‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!’”

- Linus, Quoting Luke 2:8-14, in A Charlie Brown Christmas.

I can’t move my arms!!

I’m not actually counting, but I’m sure the number of times I’ve watched even just five minute snatches of “A Christmas Story” by this point are too numerous to count.

Ah, sweet dysfunctional holiday traditions. (Hey, it’s better than giving all your relatives infectious diseases, right Caleb?)

An Ethics question for Y'all

So, if they were sending grades out by mail like last year, I wouldn't know how I did until after we returned from gallivanting around wherever. Does that mean I don't have to check my email until after we return home, or at least not tell my parents how I did until they would have learned this time last year?

Or, how about pretending I took fewer hours and just leaving out the other grades? I’m not expecting Cs or anything, but you never know how stats may find a way to screw me over in the end. It certainly tried hard enough during November.

Testing...1...2...

I know posting over the week of Christmas (AKA - what state are we in TODAY?) will be sketchy, so I'm trying out the future post option. So, if I suddenly have a bunch of posts for two days in the future, I'm sorry. I'm hoping they'll show up on their given day and not prior. If it doesn't work out that way, you can just choose to read them in order. Maybe you have stronger willpower than I do.

Oh, BTW:

Dear Teenagers sitting around us last night,

Shut up when you're watching a movie in public! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! If you're home by yourselves, fine, mock it or whatever. But, in public just #%@)(*% shut up so I don't feel guilty about not jamming my large bucket of popcorn on your head!

Much Love,

Hannah

msn name - hannah is the lord of the rings

So, now that I've seen it twice, including once last night so Caleb could finally partake of it's glory, I can finally speak of my fabulous Lord of the Rings adventure.

Around the time people got back to Truman, we started planning a group viewing of Lord of the Rings in December (further proof that planning months ahead works with me). Details for it all weren't settled until after Thanksgiving break, when the rest of us signed up on a line party set up at a "local" (for some people) St. Louis theatre. By joining the line party that meant that someone else was in charge of getting our tickets, and we had a guaranteed spot at the front of the line for our 8:30 showing. A bunch of us planned to meet at someone's house near the theatre, get dressed and apply fake ears, and meet the rest of the group.

(Of course, I'm going to leave out of this my fun adventure when I realized I hadn't involved either of my parents in the final planning process and had to change quite a few plans around. This is also how I ended up at Krista's house from Wednesday morning until Thursday afternoon-ish. Anyway.)

Early Wednesday morning, I showed up at Krista's house. She was putting the finishing touches on her tiara/circlet/hair thingy, so I hung out, played with shiny things, and laughed at her super gluing her fingers together. Her dog--Caesar, who's approximately Hannah sized--kept coming over, leaving, coming over, leaving, etc. We watched an insipid fashion special on E! both enjoying and mocking the commentary by the crazy designer dude.

We kept jumping at the phone, hoping it would be Megan and Ben, calling to say they were coming over. Finally, they called, and Krista and I decided to plop on costumes during the half hour it would take for the two of them to arrive. Krista was working on her hair when Megan and Ben arrived, so they quickly put on their own costumes and got to work on their respective elf ears.

We left the house about 3:30-ish to grab food (oh, such good food) and made a quick stop at Walgreens so Megan could buy a disposable camera. After walking back from practices in my tutu, I'm kinda used to people giving me weird looks, so I enjoyed the good people of St. Louis thinking I'd lost my mind.

The line party was meeting at the theatre at 5:30, but we arrived around 4:15. The four of us finally met up with Annie and a few other people I personally didn't know (but did know Krista and Annie), and compared costumes while waiting to be let inside. Once the fine folks of AMC cleared out an inside line queue, everyone moved to the much warmer inside. Goodie bags were handed out--yay, bookmarks! tattoos! glowy light-up rings!!--and Uno cards were pulled out for the long wait.

After the most hideously long game of Uno ever (it didn't help that nobody could remember which direction we were playing half the time and the person I didn't know playing said "oh? my turn?" more times during the one game than I have during my entire life), and a brief costume contest where Annie essentially won twice (she made both her and the third place winner's costumes), time was getting closer. Unfortunately, this is also when some AMC worker apparently decided it wasn't warm enough in the theatre because the temp suddenly increased by a zillion degrees. During this was the trivia contest (good lord, of course I didn't get on a team for this) and finally the door prizes. Every number *around* mine was called, but not mine personally.

Now that basically everyone not associated with the line party but still standing behind us in line hated us (we did try to bribe them with bookmarks, but it didn't really help), we finally got to go into the theatre. Sullivan theatre, why couldn't you be like this one? Not only was it stadium seating, but the seats looked like they belonged in an airplane. Sure I'm short, but they were too tall for every tall person in our group.

The film was fabulous. I don't even need to tell you that anymore; everyone else in the universe has done it for me. My only comment? If they don't even nominate Sean Astin for an Oscar, there are crimes against humanity going on.

The movie got out sometime after one, so we regrouped in the lobby, divided up cars, and headed to Steak 'n Shake to hang out. [Before we left, I ran into the guy who helped with my freshman week class (who I then had an LSP class with) who had graduated last year and got to chat with him for a bit.] We were basically the only people in the restaurant, which was good because we were fairly obnoxious the entire time. Trust me, the waitress (Sherry!) got a great tip for putting up with us.

It was about three a.m. by the time we got back to Krista's house after bidding farewell and happy holidays to Megan and Ben in the Shake parking lot. We were mostly awake and definitely full of eeee!!!! energy, so one of Krista's friends came over and we popped in "Lilo and Stitch." Only about a third of the way in, we decided we shouldn't try to finish it that night since we all crashed around the same time. Bedtime? 4:15 a.m.

The next morning flew by, mostly because it was barely left whenever we got up. After finishing Lilo, Krista's dad cooked us a fabulous breakfast (bacon!) and Annie came over to drive Krista and me back to Sullivan. Did I crash on the couch after getting home? Of course. Did I have the greatest time ever hanging out with TSU folk? You bet.

Confounded Syndication

Naturally, the first Classmates I've seen since sometimes during August was a repeat...and not a very good repeat, either. On the plus side, the Ambush Makeover rerun on Monday should be the one with the Asian version of me and the adorably cute hair--just in time for my haircut!

Ooh, this makes two posts for the price of one

Because I care for my darling brother (and I can't find where I stashed his Christmas present), I'll refrain from posting about my Lord of the Rings adventures (which turned into two days of St. Louis, costuming, shiny things, fabulous bread, lots of time to kill, free things, a never-ending Uno game, too much laughter, shiny free things, popcorn, airline style seats, etc etc etc), but I'll be "kind" to Caleb and stuff it for awhile.

Am I going to go and draft a post right now? Well, no. But sometime this afternoon, yes.

Merv, we're not in Kirksville anymore

So, I just woke up to a zillion flashy msn boxes as I apparently left the internet on since around six yesterday evening. If you tried to call the house, I'm really sorry. If you msn-ed me and I didn't respond, I'm sorry. Don't count on it to happen again, however, as I sense there'll be a big post-it note sitting on Merv the rest of the break reminding me that I'm not just sitting on permament internet like in my dorm room.

I've got a golden ticket!

I'm officially going to see Lord of the Rings tomorrow night (in costume, God help me) with my fellow TSU-ians. Which is good, because I dreamed that not only did I have a ticket, but *three* people were thrusting them upon me. When I woke up, I did so thinking "yay! ticket!" and it was a full five minutes before I figured out I was just dreaming and went back to sleep.

Now I'm half-seriously considering running to Wal-Mart to buy a disposable camera (I didn't bring my half-used one from school, just my camera camera that [apparently] has only two pics remaining), but I don't think that would go over too well and I'd have to put on shoes and stuff anyway. Maybe there's another disposable lying around (or film...I'd take film) I can borrow (in the sense of taking, but being really polite about it). Either way, I'm supposed to show up on Krista's doorstep around nine-ish, so that'll require some early rising. Since I'll most likely stay up much too late for my own good, I should cut out all distracting side trips.

Cue Alanis Morissette Song Reference!

Among all the stacks of scrapbook paper I've bought with my sophomore year book in mind (about $40 worth, by now), I need to buy paper for seven different sets of pictures.

(There's a lesson here somewhere, I can smell it!)

I always find it odd that I update like a helion (aka - often, I don't actually know what a "helion" is, except perhaps helium's third cousin) while at school when I should be battling the world of papers, icky required classes, and memorizing lines for whatever show I'm gotten involved in....yet my posting goes all to rot once I go home and spend all my time watching movies and re-re-organizing my music files.

Anyway, I am back home in Sullivan, as of Sunday evening. I was supposed to come home Saturday evening/night-ish, but a little bitty snowstorm stranded myself and Dad up in the Ville (though at different locations) until the following afternoon. This meant more hunting time for Dad and more movie-watching/playing in the snow/falling asleep at weird times college fun for me.

Um.....additional news (the news you can lose!): plans to see "Return of the King" with St. Louis TSU buddies may fall through as I apparently don't have a ticket (or, at least, no one can confirm that I do). Not only does it mean no dress up fun (I'm going with some truly fanatic people), but it also means no crazy slumber party-ness at Krista's house prior and post-movie viewing. It also means I've already called Kirksville twice in the aproximately one day I've been home; probably a new record for those of you playing at home.

Additional additional news: I now need white go-go boots. Sure, the black seemed like enough, but now, I need other options. While on the trip home (busy taking our time to reach the final destination), Dad and I stopped at a Goodwill store, so I now have two new dresses ($6 each!). One's all nice and serious looking, but the other.... Well, it's short and completely covered in teal-green sequiens. (Are you sensing the need for the white boots now?) I've already gotten plenty of fun out of it, as it's funny to wear for even just five minutes, laugh hysterically, and take it off again.

Additional (x3) news: I'm shopping around for opinions on a new hairstyle. I'm getting it chopped off in January, and taking enough off to donate it (which I probably could've done a zillion times by now), so it'll already be around shoulder-length without any effort). Thoughts beyond that? I've had basically the same style since I was born, so I'm ready for a new thing.

Take it off the List!

As a personal treat (and because I'd just sold back two yucky textbooks and gotten way more than I expected; like, more than I've gotten for *all* my textbooks before), I bought myself this shirt (the yellow one; sorry, couldn't find a better picture). It has guaranteed Christmas delievery--which doesn't mean much when you factor in a trip to Iowa--but I have a better chance of receiving that at home sometime over break than someone's Christmas present today. I thought I'd timed it perfectly to receive it before leaving AND get a happy package slip in my mailbox, but I'm not holding out much hope.

Three^ Things I Need After Movie Night

* the soundtrack to the movie "Holes," but only if it has certain songs on it

* the soundtrack to the movie "The Royal Tenenbaums," no matter what

* a decent copy of "Empire Records" that is *not* the "fan remix" with all the yucky additional scenes that break the flow

(^note: Two of those I needed before tonight (guess), but it's even stronger than ever)

Sample MSN Names Describing Hannah's Finals

* hannah's stat test wasn't evil - left over from Thursday

* hannah hates her eng major for making her take stupid classes - from the height of my "dumbest paper ever"-ness, circa page three (of ten)

* hannah just realized her 1:30 final is actually at 11:30 - but it was okay, because not only did a couple other people in the class not realize this either (on Tuesday she told us the wrong time), but the professor didn't realize it until someone called her around 11:50

* hannah has less than five hours to learn the spanish language - between stats taking up all my time until thursday morning, trying to come up with ideas for/typing my 10+ page paper, and the half hour [tops] I spent on speech, I didn't begin studying for Spanish until about 1:03 p.m. The test was at 6:30 the same day. I actually feel pretty good about it.

* hannah [newly unstressed] doesn't want to come home yet - now that I'm back to my regular self, and no longer unpleasant to be around, I want to hang out until they kick us out

Live Long and Part Hair

Reason #4893 Why I Should Clean My Desk Drawers:

My hair pick now looks like it's giving everyone the "live long and prosper" hand thing. Seriously.

Considering it's Finals Week, I'm updating quite frequently

After much frantic "I have to know that, TOO?!" studying last night (and a break for donuts, fast-acting frosting, and too much serenading featuring the "10 Things I Hate About You" soundtrack in the dining hall), my statistics final actually wasn't too bad. There were entire pages of things I knew and could figure out without too much effort (though there was also that page where I knew basically nothing, except my name and "discrete").

Also, halfway through the page of doom I figured up how low I could go on the test and still scratch out a B in the class: I could go as far as a 68%. Considering the lowest I've earned on a test so far was a 77% (and I was hideously confused the entire test/section/whatever), I think I'll be fine.

Now I just have to finish my paper (I'm almost 1/3 done!), study about half an hour [tops] for speech, and devote far too much time to the Spanish language before 6:30 p.m. Friday. Piece of cake. (Or donut with frosting.)

The Glitter Belt Pro-Con List

PRO
* New accessory to add to the collection!

* Glitter is always better than plain

* Glitter gets everywhere, which is kinda fun

* Pants slightly too big no longer a problem

CON
* One more thing to mess with when you really have to go to the bathroom

* Glitter not suitable for all social situations

* At least, it's fun to get glitter everywhere until you're eating, mess with the belt for some reason, and go back to eating. Yuck.

Foreshadowing problems

So far working on my ten page final paper for lit class, I've said everything I care to say and I'm only on the second page. Of course, by "everything I care to say" just means I'm lazy and don't care enough at the moment to write about the other two points I have....or even finish my first.

My real finals haven't started yet and I'm already a horrible splosh of mush. Speaking of real finals, I should study for those sometime. Or watch a movie.

Yet more adventures in avoiding papers

The IMDB strikes again! I knew when I watched "Kindergarten Cop" for the first time a few weeks ago, the little red head looked a lot like Brad from "Gilmore Girls" (one of my favs on the show, in fact), but I couldn't find his name off the "Gilmore Girls" credits. Well, look no further, as I just discovered that Adam Wylie officially was in that Ah-nold classic. Yay! Way to procrastinate productively, no?

Again Again

Well, I don't have to pick a topic for my ten page final paper for lit class, as my professor just emailed my about my last paper and referenced another story like the one I wrote about and asked my thoughts. Pointed? A little. Am I okay with that? Dude, yeah.

Now I just have to write it. And read both stories (again). And still finish my theatre paper.

That won't be in my theatre manifesto

Theatre means...collecting memorabilia from past shows! Through the recent acquisition of my tutu from my one act (sample conversation -- CRYSTAL: I wish I didn't have to drag all this home. ME: I'll take the tutu! CRYSTAL: You want to keep the tutu? ME: Can I?), I feel the need to list my past possessions gained from theatre experiences.

* "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" - giant NERDS box (so covered in glitter, it's all over my closet now) and the Bean Room sign (cocoa beans, jelly beans, has beans, etc)

* random scarf from cleaning out the prop closet

* Madrigals - the butterfly costume from the year Justin Falloon jumped into the cauldron and fell off the stage (my fault), the ice cream cone shaped earrings that I forgot to turn in and then never remembered [this will be a common theme], plus all my goblets

* "Macbeth: A Kid's Cautionary Tale..." - my sequined-covered overalls from my costume, one of the audience response signs

* "12 Angry Jurors" - the hideously tacky gold watch that didn't even work half the time, another thing I forgot to turn back in at the end of the run; plus, all those yellow slips with the truly classic "verdicts" (cheese, ninja love, etc)

* "Women and Wallace" - that awful pair of overalls that served as a costume, the box from the jujufruits

* "Beautiful Bodies" - part of the wrapping paper from the baby shower gifts, possibly a paper-mache green bean somewhere

* "Tender Offer" - THE TUTU, the gloves (and I'm so leaving them on the string forever), hair ribbon from the pigtails, five different versions of "Caroline in the Morning" logging space on Merv

Where would I be without theatre when it came to halloween costumes? Can you imagine what I could piece together just out of that list? (Too bad it's December...)

It's just a different "How may I help you?"

So, while I tolerably stand my job at Wal-Mart in a "well, I guess this money will help me never have to work here again" way, I'd rather do something relating to my majors. Either of them, really. Do y'all think I could help out with summer school at one of the many area schools? Surely I could work just in the mornings at one of them (leaving my afternoons free for Homelines, Pet Supplies, and Annoying Customers), and, I'd imagine, they could use all the help they could get. I don't know if I care about being paid for this...I just want to do something for experience besides help people find the proper toaster.

Thoughts? [Ahem, that's your cue, Mom, to use the comment box...]

On the cover of the Rolling Stone

Someday, when I'm a fabulously and flahoolickly famous author, when I have a profile done on my by some also fabulous and flahoolick famous magazine, I bet they'll make a big deal out of the fact that I write better when I'm wearing the tiara or boa or any other eclectic accessory.

As long as I have my stadium nachos

Apparently my brother is going to the Independence Bowl in Louisiana. I'd really hoped it be somewhere more interesting (sorry, bro), but I still won't pass up another chance to read in a weird location.

What?

I'm supposed to actually watch the game?

And CARE?!?

Dude, what planet are you from?

[Maybe if Grandma took me to the Outback Bowl in Tampa, FL, I'd care....]

So much joy and sadness at once

My one-act was FABULOUS. I never did flip out, I only forgot how to dance once during the choreography, I knew nearly everyone in the front row and it amazingly didn't distract me, I'm fairly certain I didn't drop character when people laughed, my crew people loved their trophies (someday, young'uns, Auntie Hannah will tell you the massive epic of the trophy fiasco), I didn't have to mess with eye liner, my show actually made people *cry,* one of my friends didn't even realize it was me onstage, there was a massive group hug after the show in the wings, I was seriously adorable in my costume (in a nine year old way), all the line flubs were covered to a frightening degree, and there were chair races in the make-up room afterward.

I'm [obviously] thrilled with how it went, but I'm sure it'll hit me soon that it's over and I don't have the show and practices and all of it to look forward to anymore. I sense sometime tonight I'll cry about it (I generally do eventually), but I'm on such a sugar and "oh, that was GOOD" high at the moment for it to hit.

Yet.

I'm not freaking out about my one-act tonight. Yet. I haven't felt nauseus yet and I certainly haven't thrown up, with is probably +25 over last year. I don't have a last minute practice this evening, but I do have to pick up gifts for the crew and buy some cards for everyone. It's kinda weird being in charge of that stuff. Maybe that's why I'm doing okay so far--I have to hold it together because there's only one other person in my group and he's not going to think about these things. Of course, it's kinda weird that I'm not flipping yet, either, so I'm very open to surprises.

Perhaps it's because I've already done all my flipping out for this scene when I was nervous about the choreography. Dudes, I *sucked* at the dancing parts when I first learned them. Sure, it was okay if I wasn't very good, but I had to at least look like I knew what I was doing, and I didn't even get that far. I was dreading trying to pull that off each night at practice. Yet, the dance became better each and every practice until it became one of my fav parts of the show (especially at the end--I can't explain it effectively).

Maybe I got all my nervous energy out early and I'll just coast through the entire afternoon. Or maybe, at 1:37 p.m., I'll suddenly fall to the floor convulsing and sprain my ankle so someone else'll have to do my part. I don't really know....yet.

AHH!!! No wonder I love Mark! (No, not Meredith's...)

A simple random IMDB search and I'm flipping out. I always wondered why the guy who played Mark in "Empire Records" looked familiar, but never checked. Not only was he "Bobby Ray" (for y'all who like "Sweet Home Alabama"), but he was also the Bass Player in another of my fav music movies of all time: "That Thing You Do!" Ah! It's probably sad how excited I feel over this, but I don't care. Happy dance!

I have to work on my theatre paper now...

Which Annoying B-list Celebrity Are You?

Well...at least I saved ABC. I don't see any other B-list celebs doing that.



Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?
A Rum and Monkey joint.

The first time I took this last week, I was *totally* Tom Jones! I don't know what happened.



Take the Affliction Test Today!

This is probably a giant insult, but I'm sure I could be much, much worse. Besides, I get a "grrrrrr!"



Which Evil Criminal are You?

Dang right shoes rule.



Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

I have no idea what this actually is, except for me, apparently. Well, then.



Which Historical Lunatic Are You?


Sclooop is a funny word.

(Plus my annoying adoration of alliteration)

Whoever I marry will grow to either love or despise my sudden switches from obsessive organization to chaotic clutter that randomly reoccur any time I become sorrowfully stressed, which is (obviously) often.

[Is it sad how much joy I derive from my thesaurus?]

And there is snow on the ground

I'm perfectly awake on a Friday morning, I woke up with my one act end song in my head and already did my dance routine once, there are Christmas lights on my ceiling, I'm going to put snowmen around my door, I don't have to take my theatre final, and there is snow on the ground.

Life is suddenly beautifully good.

Random Compliment of the Day

This was just too hilarious to me: according to half my one-act cast, I have a really great back in my nine year old dancer costume. Even better, apparently this costume makes my shoulder blades "gorgeous." (Yes, really; I laughed for three minutes straight.)

I guess it's leotards and white tights and tutus for now on. Who am I to waste my shoulder blades' potential?

My accidents generally work out better than anything I do intentionally, anyway

While installing the new guestbook this afternoon, I apparently left out a < /center > code somewhere on my template, throwing nearly all my links into a centered line-up.

But I love it, so it's staying forever. Sometimes technology just knows what's best.

(someone's having post-registration issues)

Dear Banner Web,

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Love,
Hannah

Technology Hates Me, Pt. 54 Zillion

I just noticed the questbook has died on me or gone on vacation or something, so I'm looking into a new one. If any of y'all have suggestions, I'm open. (If any of y'all have cash or a time machine, I'm open to that, too.)

My MSN name says it all: "hannah looks fab in tulle...lots of it"

After trying on several different selections, I have my final costume(s) (I switch a couple minutes in), and...well. I'll have to get some pictures sometime because they're really too, um, * * for words. I don't even know what to stick between the asterisks. But, I'm happy, and I wore one all the way back from OP to show it off, and therefore am basically too seven year old-ish to measure.

Post-Thanksgiving Shopping Highlights

Kinda like the "Weekend in Bullets," but there are no bullets (just times) and it's not really for the weekend. So, um, emphasis on the "kinda." Also, times are approximate, it's not like I was actually paying attention as I went along. Well, for most of it.

11-27, 10:32 p.m., bed
Sure, I don't think I'll buy the cheap DVD, but I don't mind pulling moral support with Mom and heading to Wal-Mart for their 6 a.m. opening. Okay, so I'll go to bed now and then I'll have plenty of sleep before I wake up bright and early tomorrow. Ooh...Letterman.....

11:09 p.m., bed
Maybe if I try to drill my lines, I'll fall asleep. I always fall asleep while I'm trying to practice. (I should never ever tell Crystal that. As director, I don't think she'd appreciate it as much as others.)

11:38 p.m., still bed
Oh, good Lord! Why can't I just fall asleep already???

11-28, 5:13 a.m., [unfortunately] not bed
I *hate* life. I *hate* my alarm clock and I *hate* cold air and I *have* Thanksgiving and all the sales... And, above all I hate myself for agreeing to go and stand outside and be freezing with no promise of anything in return.

6:03 a.m., Wal-Mart electronics section, amongst the chaos
If I was ever thankful to not be working at Wal-Mart, it's so right now.

6:48 a.m., Wal-Mart parking lot
I'm still not sure why, but I have a DVD player! And I didn't even have to fight anyone off to grab it. I wonder how Dad will react to this...

7:16 a.m., craft store
90% off Halloween stock! Ooh...stage blood and colored hair spray and glitter! Total score!

7:25 a.m., standing in line at the craft store
So, if it's on sale, but that means I buy more of it than I would normally, am I actually saving money? Nevermind, I would buy the glitter anyway.

7:40 a.m., craft store parking lot
Hee hee, I have a DVD player!

9:36 a.m., Best Buy, in line (aka - somewhere around computers)
I guess our good luck with timing ran out somewhere between the 5 for $25 DVD rack and small appliances, because we'll be in this line until we die. It's *so* never a good sign when the employees hand you candy the moment you join the line. Or when the line seems to wind through nearly every department of the store and you're in the farthest corner.

10:42 a.m., Best Buy, still in line (now, at the end of the stereo department)
Well, at least all the entertainment Christmas shopping is mostly complete now. That'll be the only convenient thing to emerge from this stop: Mom stands in line, and I run for CDs, DVDs, and etc. Too bad they don't care VHS anymore, or we'd be completely finished.

11:19 a.m., Best Buy, still still in line (refrigerators)
OH, GOOD LORD! I don't know when she left exactly, but that person three people ahead so just came back with Krispy Kreme donuts for her entire group. Oh, if only she'd taken orders, she could've made so much money off all the people now drooling over the delicious smell of warm baked goods.

11:35 a.m., Best Buy parking lot
Freedom! We're free, I have new DVDs, Christmas is all shopped for, and I still have a new DVD player!

12:36 p.m., Cargo Largo, the beautiful discount store
Fab! Restocked party supplies! Birthday banners for everyone!

1:57 p.m., back at the grandparents' house for the second time
(I still have a new DVD player.)

Don't tell me I'm wrong: we talked about this in speech class

I'd like to draw everyone's attention to a grave holiday error committed today. Sure, there were the standard football games, parades, and other Thanksgiving merriment broadcast as usual. What am I talking about then? NBC decided against their annual showing of the cinematic classic, Jurassic Park.

Does no one else besides me (and, apparently, my corner of the speech classroom that was supposed to be discussing something else) remember this tradition? A few years back, NBC decided to show this movie--featuring dinosaurs, DNA, and lots of people dying--as their big holiday draw. It was so successful, they broadcast it a few years in a row, always on Thanksgiving.

And here we are to this year. Where was my lawyer being eaten by a giant dinosaur? (fun year-round!) Stuffing your face full of food because you've been lost outside? (holiday connection!) My favorite line about Disneyland and the Pirates of the Caribbean ride? (topical this year only!) Or, best of all, scaring the little kid in the first few minutes after he compares dinosaurs to "big turkeys?" (double points for holiday connection)

NBC, I'm disappointed in you. You should be ashamed of yourself for showing...well, whatever you broadcast instead.

(He just looked like an Edgar, that's all)

I now have a Christmas tree. It is only about a foot tall and it is named Edgar. Yes, I know Meredith's bird is named Edgar (it *is* a raven, after all), but we won't hold that against either. I bought a thing of tiny decorations, and I made what will become a garland of origami paper stars (if I ever find some acceptable string). Nothing but the best and fab-est for my little tree.

Dancing Queen

One-Act Update: I now have choreography. I'm both thrilled and frightened. While I'm happy I don't just spin around the stage like an idiot anymore (though I'm sure the crew will miss that), it feels like the pressure's on now to make everything perfectly unperfect (I *am* playing a nine year old--I have permission to be awful).

Yet, this means I'm about two weeks away from the show. I'm excited to be that much closer to showing off my beloved one act, yet I cannot believe it's almost over or that I should even feel so ready.

Because this is important news, of course

IT'S SNOWING!!!! And I don't care that it's only flurries, because that means it won't be miserable to walk to class tomorrow afternoon, but it's dang confounded gorgeous at the moment and I almost didn't even mind that I thought my ears were going to fall off, it was so cold and windy.

(I love how my English major randomly plops out the window during any moment of strong emotion.)

Never did that with Debbie

Fun: Randomly deciding to rearrange your dorm room with your roommate.

More Fun: Pulling off all of it in about an hour, including three phone conversations and running down the hall to check up on people.

Most Fun: Deciding afterward to pretend, when everyone asks about the room change, that nothing new has happened and the room has always looked this way.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love Melissa and her crazy sense of humor that matches mine?

Caleb, you should come visit and set them all straight

Last night, one of my friends actually made the statement: "Oh, he's your *big* brother? I thought for sure you were older." Dudes, I thought I reeked of "younger sibling" and "baby of the family." Perhaps I'm not so doomed in the real world as I'd feared.

I've decided...

* I need a denim jacket for Christmas.

* I will never give a public speech ever again, based on today's performance in class.

* To "do" my hair to see the high school's production of "Oklahoma!" (some of the kids from class are in it) instead of taking a nap.

* I should finish this list later, and possibly hit the nap after all.

It doesn't take much, does it?

This makes me happy. Dang English major tendencies.

Tuesday Afternoon

The Good and Bad of Tuesday:

* I'm almost completely well again!

* ....but that means I'm in the stage of sickness where I'm not completely there, but I feel like I should be, so I'm extra grouchy and irritable because I'm not.

* I got back new photos again! And dropped off film!

* Instead of sleeping in this weekend, I'll be in the library to scan in all the new stuff, and then there's updating the webpage....

* My theatre prof asked if she could have an extra copy of my play analysis. For those of you in the Sullivan know, that's an equivilent to Weid asking for a copy for her files. Yes, really.

* (What, there's no downside to that!)

But I took a nap and everything!

It's official: I'm too tired. I can no longer spell my own name. Geez.

Additional: I also keep having issues with "affect" and "effect," so I really must be out of it. That's my second grammar pet peeve, right behind "your" and "you're" (speaking of which, did you find the hidden grammar songs on Strongbad's newest email?)

Inaccurate in more than history

Whenever it's windy outside and my hair is down, I like to imagine it's being blown around artistically, frolicing in the air a la Pocahontas, but I know deep down that it's just getting tangled in my umbrella handle and I should've grabbed a clip.

(That's the 5 a.m. bedtime talking)

Rain is nature's way of making sure I clean my glasses instead of resorting to licking them clean like Crystal, my one-act director.

Megan is fabulous and wonderful...

and marvelous and fantastic and glorious and also just pointed out to me that the sheet doesn't list a specific font, just that it can hold 250+ words per page, so I jumped from middle of sixth page to the bottom of the seventh without even resorting to Courier New (as of yet....)

It's Not a Milestone When it Happens All the Time Alert!

I'm once more hopelessly stuck on how to proceed! Hurrah!

Grand Milestone Alert!

Yes! I am one-third through my paper! And I've only hit my first point! And I so will not finish this by five tomorrow evening! Yay!

Surely other people do this

*A Note of Explanation to Everyone Who Has Walked into My Room During the Past Hour*

Yes, I know I look weird sitting here with the giant shawl artistically draped about my shoulders as I sit and type on my 15-page paper for theatre class. I also realize that I’ve looked even more peculiar in the past with the plastic tiara, the electric blue feather boa, and the sequined cat ears (which I'm going to stop linking to, because I've done so way more than even I would've figured). If that’s what it takes, however, to make me feel better about myself whenever I’m trying to type out b.s. without making it sound like b.s. and properly MLA document all the b.s., then it’s worth it to me.

Dang you, Amazon!

I would love to link up my Amazon wish list, as it has so many more options for Christmas/all around shopping, but mine doesn't pop up when you search for it and I'm surely not going to post my Amazon password on the internet just so y'all can buy me some DVDs I didn't put on my list. But I'll work on it. Because, it's so important, you know.

Update: Girl Officially Smarter than Website (for Now) - here's the link. Have at, Grandma.

Updated Update: Girl Should Never Officially Declare Something Again - I don't know why the link's screwy (it appears fine in Blogger, just not in regular internet), but if you remove the "lifeisliketoast" etc from the address line, it works fine. Anyway.

I am living in a Hollywood movie!*

I love my friends.

(* Maybe I should go with "indie," instead, since we have much better dialogue and no money.)

Unless it's just all the soda...and time of night...and homework...and cheese...and tape recorder notes...and Forbidden Broadway songs...

I should not find my old emails (as in, written by myself to others) half as amusing as I do.

But, dude, "everyday low prices" - that's classic!

Like I was really paying attention...

My thoughts on Lit class, as expressed as titles for my first solo album (Make My Your Prom Queen!) after the band breaks up:

- I Know
- Slowest Day Ever
- So Tired, So Sleepy, So Gone
- Enough!
- let me out
- Shut Up [cubed]
- What's the Point?
- Bless You/Thanks
- All Comes Back
- Like Lady McB
- Moving On...

You'd just *think* it was obvious

It's impossible to work on a lit paper while listening to Aqua's "Dr. Jones." Even if it is the psychological approach and therefor the Dr. thing kinda fits. Yes, really.


(However, you *can* play Freudian Slip.)

And I'm still sick, but I'm getting better.

My right pinky hurts from where it was stepped on accidentally, I have rug burn on my elbow, and I'll probably be attacked tonight during movie night....but, thank you, John (no, not that one, or that one, or even that one - how many do I know? - This one.) for being the educational model to teach me new tickle skills from the masters, Krista and Melissa. Though I think I was doing just fine with feet, thanks.

I can't believe she's not fake!

So, I was randomly wasting time because I was stuck on my Lit paper, so I decided to check out the credits of my author (she also did some screenplays). I clicked on a few links and, lo and behold, discovered that one featured none other than Swoosie Kurtz!!!

Okay, so now y'all are confused. Swoosie Kurtz (she's an actress named after an airplane!) is an actress mentioned by my character, Lisa, in my one-act. I totally thought she was completely made up. I mean, who names their kid "Swoosie," right? (Besides Mr. and Mrs. Kurtz, apparently.) It turns out Swoosie is actually really, really cool: she has two Tonys (including one that helped her get the Broadway Crown, all three major theatre roles for the same part in the same year), did all sorts of spiffy character work, and is still acting even today. And her TV show mentioned in the script is the cheesiest sounding thing ever.

Who knew, huh?

Oh. Good. Lord.

Okay, so as Megan pointed out, we have to wait over six months before we see the rest of it, but isn't the HARRY POTTER 3 TEASER TRAILER (click on it, dang you!) enough to keep you anticipating that June 4 release date. Maybe it's just as well that I'm not going to London this summer, so I can see it with Caleb (oh, yes, we are going).

Although, then it's not seeing Harry Potter in LONDON, but that's okay.

So much for that.

I need new blood cells. Ones that actually care.

Highlight of the Day: New Lunchables in the C-Store

(It'd would've been resurrecting the zombies when I again didn't know an answer on my Spanish test, but this time it was pure desperation.)

I'm feeling somewhat better in a health sort of way. My throat doesn't hurt nearly as much any more, I don't think I'm running a fever anymore (although I'm not really sure I had one in the first place - I still blame the heater, which is why the fan is on and a window is cracked), and I haven't felt all woozy-like since way early this morning. My nose is drippy, but I blame all the wind for making me cold and faucet-ish.

Notice I said I was feeling better health-wise.

Stress-wise, I've been adding on extra things (scratch the "I" - that was purely my profs) all week. I have two tests tomorrow, took my Spanish one today (as well as a Spanish interview thing earlier), am supposed to have a speech topic and survey about it for my classmates by tomorrow afternoon, need to get together with people to divide up the high school students into performance groups by 8:30 tomorrow morning, and learn the final two beats of my one-act by tomorrow at 10:30 (which means it'll happen after everything else). Then, there's a paper for my lit class, two others that I could revise, and another paper and a project to do for Monday.

Somebody needs ice cream. Hannah needs ice cream.

And now I'm just pathetic

It's November in Kirksville and I have the fan on. And shorts. And a tank top. Yet, for whatever reason, when I went to get a popsicle out of the fridge, I zapped a Hot Pocket instead. Because, that's the greatest idea ever.

[For the benefit of everyone I know, I'm going to stop typing all these short posts about how crummy I feel....unless I, like, lose a lung or something.]

I don't think I'm going to Lit tomorrow.

My temperature, as proclaimed by my Air Force Reserves forehead monitor from the Missouri State Fair, is currently a sultry and sunny 100.4 - 102.2 (I've got the blue/tan bars going on. Wow, some people out there will actually know what that means.)

Totally Unrelated: Caleb, check your messages.

Hannah's Schedule for Spring 2004 (because all y'all care so very much):

Intro to Linguistics, 8:30 MWF
Acting II, 11:30 MWF
Intermediate Spanish II, 1:30 MWF
Stagecraft, 2:30 MTTh
Creative Writing, 12:00 TTh

along with "teaching" at the high school for 25 more hours and Theatre Practice, meaning I'll get credit for stuff I'll do anyway. Do you feel informed now?

Mark your calendars now!

It's official: my one act will be on Saturday, Dec. 6, which makes me happy. Supposedly, Megan's and Ben's (somewhere Fye is smiling over that) shows will be the same night, which automatically makes all the people who know all three of us very happy. My dad can come on Saturday night, so that makes me happy. Now, as long as I don't have to start the shows for that night, we'll all be happy because we won't have to deal with me flipping out over such things.

It's like dang junior year all over again

I'm on the verge of losing my voice. Just so you know.

Give me a new Teen Girl Squad!

Does anyone else really want to know what that whole "CD out next week" means on the Homestar site? Or were all y'all just happy to see a new Strongbad?

Don't answer that.

(The irony of me stalking people did not escape me, thanks.)

I've spent the last few days stalking various theatre professors in order to take the classes I want next year to discover I didn't need to stalk half of them, and the other half was exactly where I was told they'd be, when they'd be, and no sooner.

See, the universe is telling me I should stop planning ahead and staying up until 3 a.m. more often!

(It's a good thing Crystal's laid back)

So, I was completely loopy at practice last night, which meant that--after I'd spent enough time with all of them--everyone was loopy by the end. Anyway, it was bad enough that we started pre-rehersal with "let's run lines, but actually try to make the other fall on the floor laughing," let alone that Crystal, the director, showed up during the slowest Eight Count Shakedown of all time (though that was because we were laughing again).

Then there was the complete inability to focus on *anything,* my dimples popping out in gigantic proportions ever time a line was screwed up on either side, all the inappropriate Prince songs, dancing around like an idiot instead of a 9-year old girl, and actually getting stuck to my chair by my script. Of course, the creme de la creme (or something else that is actually French and not my made-up version) of the entire evening was when there was a tiny bit of down time and...well, I don't remember exactly what was said anymore because I was laughing so increadibly hard, but it did involve the phrase "Walk it off!" screamed over and over again after John, the other dude in the scene, listed off various "accidents" that could happen to my character while dancing. Either way, we were both completely worthless for the next few minutes as, whenever we tried to start up the scene again and made eye contact, we'd burst into laughter again. We finally finished up for the night (mostly because I decided against actually looking at John for the rest of the scene), but everyone was still laughing until we got back to our respective rooms, I'm sure.

Of course, then we actually *won* the game, but you can just switch school names around and it's still funny

Fav quote from the band's Top Ten list during Saturday's game? "Number six: The day UMR wins a football game, hell will freeze over. It is rather chilly in Kirksville today."

Bestest. Concert. Ever.

So.

I now have probably have the equivilent of a Christmas list (I'm sure you're happy now, Grandma) because I had the greatest time ever at the Ben Folds (with the also fab Matt Wertz--who gives the best autographs ever [seriously: I'll scan it in someday, it's so fab]--opening). Maybe it's because I'm a music person myself, but there was something fantabulous about the entire thing being just a guy and his instrument (Matt, a guitar; Ben, a piano that he pounded the crap out of). And we sat on the right side of the gym (Yes, it was in a gym. This is Kirksville, after all.) so we could see his hands turn into blurs right there on the keys. Really.

And I could go into full-out gushing about the mad piano skills, and the great between song comments from both guys, all the audience singing (when you just have a piano and you're playing something that needs trumpets, you do what you have to do), the song changed to be about Kirksville, talking to Matt Wertz about Sherri Lewis (seriously), watching Ben Folds climb all over the piano, and the encore that featured a mini lesson on chords ("this used to be in major, but I decided--since it is sad--to put it in minor...now, this is a diminished chord...") and the final verse in Japanese.

So, I'll be jetting that Christmas list off to you soon, Grandma, now that I have two new CDs to put on it. Though none of them will have Japanese on them.

(And she's on MSN *right now*)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM!!!!!

You're as welcome as can be! M-I-C-! (Wait, wrong club)

The guestbook, once merely a place to exchange more random comments with friends has become froth with all sorts of new people who I don't know. So....hey there to (going back a little ways) Lac, Sandy, Tasberry, (and more recently) James, Bob, and that Russian guy who's post I deleted because, well. Anyway. Hi all you people!

Whew, tragedy averted.

So, just to let you know, for about ten minutes, this very spot featured a gigantic hissy fit of a rant about how the guy playing my dad in the one-acts skipped practice yesterday to go to The Matrix and I only found out because he was ahead of people I knew in line (telling his friends about it, no less), even though he'd told my director that he was going to be just a little late for practice and how obviously ticked this made me feel, but then I realized that none of you would actually want to read it, so I got some ice cream and moved on with life.

Just letting you know that I have your best interests at heart. Continue with your lives.

(Those comments better not be "duh")

I forgot, when I bought my back-less clogs, that--because they are back-less--they'll always want to slide off when I walk downstairs. Ouch.

Because this is the only way I'll get some of this info out there

The [Unit of Time Here] in Bullets

(so in no particular order because, frankly, I don't remember)

* My calendar page for the day is called "Cats in the Workplace" and makes me about .001% less productive every time I look at it. Which as been a lot by now.

* I don't know if it's because of the late hour or purely the people I'm there with, but my one-act practices are once again proving to be some of the funniest stuff I listen to.

* Suddenly, my room has turned into Ryle 308 and all the people walking in and out and being noisy and funny and fabulous and completely distracting as that implies.

* Not only did I sit backstage and do homework for two hours each night of the lab show, I also earned the honor of the pivitol role of "garbage hitting the window and scaring the bejeezers out of the cast." There's one for my resume.

* For any other normal person, go-go boots would not equal tech shoes. I am not a normal person.

* I think my feet still hate me.

* I finally started my scrapbook: in one hour of time, I made one page. (But it's a pretty page.)

* I had to download all the preshow music for the lab show onto my computer because I felt a desperate need at 7:30 on Monday night to listen to it all again.

* Finally, best compliment of the week: "Mmm. You smell like chocolate."

Two Reasons

1. Because he's expecting it.

2. Because it will make Melissa laugh.

WORD TO MY BRO!

To quote John: "Blargh"

Dear Blog,

I love you! I really, really do! Just, between all the late night one-act practices, honkin long theatre papers to write, tests to study for, and large groups of people who seem to keep ending up in my room instead of further down the hall, I just haven't had the time to shower you with the love and affection you so richly deserve. I thought I'd have more time after the lab show ended, but all that time has been sucked up by one-acts and prepping for all my tests next week.

But don't think that I've forgotten you completely! If I ever reach a free patch when I have computer access, I totally plan on posting all those things I wrote while backstage at the lab show. We can just pretend I posted them all last week, and they're actually current, right? If nothing else, I'm finishing the "Ode to June, the Bike" in Speech class today and will try posting it tonight.

If I'm not watching my new copy of "Finding Nemo." I mean, I love you, but I love Pixar AND new shiny things, too. So, we'll see.

Talk to you again soon (I hope),

Hannah

Thanks for the inspiration, Andy Lloyd W.!

I've gone from having no Halloween costume (the duct tape dresses fell through) to just wearing the sequined cat ears to the cat ears with the feather boa to my current outfit, which I call "Grisella the Glamour Cat in her glory days."

Yes, the go-go boots are involved. I don't think I do anything without them today. I should go invest in a second pair while they're still around at Wal-Mart. We'll see how much I like them after walking to and from Barnett (poor June the bike is still stuck taken partially apart for props for the lab show).

Dora was a fluke....Tess, well, Tess is Tess, but...

Hannah, the Literary Feminist, strikes again!!!

I blame John completely

It just became official that my Lit professor will hate my paper on Ibsen's "Ghosts" as I just wrote the following sentence:

"She’s trapped in the Victorian version of a Tammy Wynette song; she has to stand by her man, no matter what."

On the other hand, I suddenly love my paper even more than ever.

(Yes, I'm on break. Isn't this better than Addiction Solitaire?)

Am I crazy to want to tackle this and, thus, write 50,000+ related--but not academically--words in a month when I have a zillion other papers due?

Or is that what I already do with Blogger...?

What kind of Halloween trick is this?

The *sun* isn't even up yet, so why am I?

Confounded Lit paper.

Not that this means I'll stop studying, like, *ever*

There's few things in life more satisfying than discovering whatever b.s. you made up on a test was actually the right answer.

No, this wasn't the zombies. Desafortunadamente.

Besides not flipping out and causing a mass murder of everyone I know, of course

Greatest accomplishment of the day yesterday? The story I made up on the cultural section of my Spanish test when I couldn't remember the real "amazing story of William Walker" and made up my own adventure featuring zombies (oh, the zombies), gold-foil covered chocolate, and ten llamas. Here's hoping for extra credit.

("Devoted!" That's what I was looking for!)

When I reach this time of night, I really should give up on finding the perfect word to use for, well, *anything.* Especially things that are due the next day that you would've had done earlier if you hadn't volunteered for the lab show. Or gone home. Or been really lazy. Either way, I shouldn't expect so much at 2:30 in the a.m.

Really, I love you. Just go away.

Proving once more that I can go from one extreme to another in just a few short days, I am currently going through "homework heck" as some teacher once called it. Or maybe that was me or a friend who I don't talk to anymore, which would be about all my friends as I don't have time today or tomorrow to be social.

So, why do I keep finding all these people in my room?

Anyway, I'd love to tell y'all about my first weekend home for this school year (yes, I know I didn't tell anyone....I seriously sat on the couch and read Ibsen for most of the time), but I'm too busy recovering from the lack of research from this weekend. And the lab show. And my first one-act read through tonight, which hasn't actually done anything to me yet, except that I know now (because I went ahead and didn't skip lit class like I probably should've) I need about half my lines memorized by Sunday. Joy.

So, just to recap. I don't hate anyone right now, I just can't stand to be around you and your no-homework ness. I'm happy for you that you're already working on next month or whatever. Now, go away and let me work on tomorrow. I'll be myself again by Thursday or I'll give you a nickle each.

It is a fabulous day!!

I know, we go through this every single time I get cast in something, but isn't that reason enough to make my day great? Especially when it's the same day that I pass my stats test, have really great bacon on my BLT, don't have to go to the high school because they have some weird schedule going on, end up way ahead for my theatre class, sleep in for a couple hours, finally see the "Random Student of the Week" (or whatever) article on me in the Index [yes, there can be copies for everyone]...and all it's talk of mob connections (fun in itself!), and get cast in the exact part that I wanted.

If that's not a fabulous day, I don't know what is.

It's either now or Thanksgiving

The more I realize I have to do this weekend in order to not feel completely swamped next week, the more I think I should skip out on going home and just stay here and work in my quiet room.

But I'm still going. I mean, a girl's got to do laundry *sometime.*

All we needed were some power tools.

Dudes, I'm covered in paint, earlier my hands looked mummified from making paper-mache green beans and mashed potatoes (oh, yes) in the second floor OP bathroom, part of my painting included being upside down to perfectly reach the bottoms of the rocking horse blades, broke out into Strong Bad's techno song multiple times, rode on the giant padded elevator too many times to count, and spent three hours not doing homework while feeling more productive than I had all day.

Sometimes, it becomes strikingly obvious why I am a theatre major.

I *always* do this!!!

I didn't mean for it to happen. Based on the first two callbacks, I didn't think it would happen this year. I know it's the big thing I should never, ever, ever do and why I have a hang-up with Lady Macbeth.

I got attached to a part.

In my defense, it's probably the one out of the four that I have the biggest chance of getting. It's from a play about a businessman father who's coming to pick up his 9-year old daughter and hour and a half late after her dance recital (he missed it because "something came up" at work). Now, we all know that I'm essentially a 7-year-old, so this wasn't much of a stretch to do. And there were a whole lot fewer girls than guys called back for this. I just don't know how that will work in my favor.

Why do I always get attached to thing? I know that if I get something--but it's not that--I'll feel disappointed with myself just because it's not the one I absolutely want. Can we all, like, plead with Crystal to give me this one? Or maybe we should ask me to stop obsessing, go brush my teeth, and jet off to the high school for mentoring/scholarhip hours stuff? Let's go with b, shall we?

Don't let me jinx myself because I so could still screw this up

All the lists are up (far as I know, at least) and my darling beautiful wonderful name is on four of them, including the one Megan is stage managing at I think half that Ben is on also (who's on like seven out of the eleven...I mean, *dude*)

And life is still great and fabulous except it's hot in my room because it's like 80-something degrees and I'm going to open a window now.

E-e-e-e-e-e!!!

There were only three lists up when I checked (out of eleven total), but MY NAME WAS ON TWO OF THEM! And Megan's been named stage manager to one of the shows already and Ben is on all three and there's still eight more lists to go up and I'm feeling fantabulous today.

(it doesn't take much, does it?)

Someone needs to check the callback list. Hannah needs to check the callback list.

I hate nauseus nervous energy all stuck in my stomach so that it becomes so flippy-floppy I can't think about anything else....and don't even talk to me about lunch. That's not happening if I don't see the list beforehand.

So....it's off to OP I go. I hope it's up.

I look at my list of things to do and think instead...so many people to email and so much Addiction Solitaire to be played

(why am I publishing this? Because it's been a long weekend and I've stopped caring.)

Question to which there is no discernable answer

Why must it be me, the perpetually (and happy about it) single girl who keeps getting stuck in the middle of relationship flame wars?

Just because my name means grace....

Doesn't mean the rest of me gives a hoot about general walking ability.

One-Act auditions were today and, since I had other things to do, I tried to get there as early as possible. This meant my name was a bit higher up on the list so I found myself being called to "on deck" (meaning "you're next after the person currently walking toward the stage") right away. I was mentally going over my monologue one last time, when I got the strange thought that it would be really embarrassing if I tripped going up the stairs to the stage. No reason why, and I quickly dismissed it.

Perhaps I should've paid more attention to it.

I was just about onstage when I slipped, conked my knee on part of the stair/part of the stage (it's not like I was paying attention to know exactly what), and suddenly had everyone's attention. I think I did score points by, when all the directors on the front row were trying to figure out if I was okay, the first thing I said was "Does this mean I automatically get a part?"

Good news was I wasn't worried about my monologue anymore so much as thinking "ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow." Plus, even though I forgot the gum, things worked out to the best as I got to end with, "May I please remind you that it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty!" and everyone applauded like they do in the movie, so life was great.

Of course, then I later stumbled back to my room and had ice cubes on my knee (which is already bruising; I must've hit various levels of the stairs/stage, because the bruise came out in layers) for the rest of the afternoon until they melted all over my leg (dang cheap bags).

Yet, I'm okay. Stairs aren't very fun at the moment, but at least none of the directors can forget who I am.

This is exactly how I feel Right. Now.

Dang nerves.

Like, Yeah.

So, okay, like right now I should totally be working on my Lit Theory paper for Monday, but instead I'm, like working on perfecting my "Clueless" voice for One-Act auditions tomorrow. My suitemates probably, like completely despise me by now because, like not only have I watched the same scene like ten gazillion times now, but I also keep repeating the same lines back with Alicia Silverstone. And in conclusion, may I please remind you that I so love this monologue? Thank you. (Smacks gum.)

Further proof Hannah is worthy of the "Harvard of the Midwest"

My pants have holes in the bottom at the hem, right? Yeah, today I totally tied my right shoe to my jeans.

Or, at least play something decent

Dear Darling People Down the Hall,

I understand you feel the need to play your guitar, etc at a rather obnoxious volume (AKA where it's louder than the Steve Burns blasting out my speaker one foot from me). In the future, however, hopefully you'll wait until, not 4:40 in the afternoon, but late at night (after quiet hours, even) when I'm studying hard for a test the next day for you to flaunt your guitar non-skills at loud decibles. [Moving your hands repeatedly up and down the strings does not make music, y'all.] That way, I can be good and ticked with complete reason whenever I feel like screaming at you down the hall.

See you at the house meeting,
Hannah

I'm feeling the Chi (whatever that means)

While I was ready to do...I don't know what, but something drastic concerning college, windows, and throwing things out of them this morning, I'm ten gazillion times better now that I did most most excellent (I think) on my Hist and Lit test. Doing good on major stuff helps a whole lot, especially after sucky (read: cried for five minutes after) non-major tests (read: stats).

Now, I'm going to eat some chocolate cake from my suitemates, consider diving into the post-test ice cream in the freezer, and wear the tiara some more. Life is good again.

My room smells like cheese.

I must be officially flipping out now. Tra.

[crawls out from behind a stack of papers on Ibsen, Chekov, Strindberg, and other happy topics]

Can it be Friday yet? Or December?

[stops mid-breath] "Yo." (or something that makes sense)

I need this pre-class hour to desperately study for my sorta-midterm in Theatre tomorrow, but I feel the need to share some of the great quotes from yesterday evening (mini pointless band trip to Hannibal) and early early morning when I got back (and there were so many people in the room).

"If you watch this movie only once, you'll forget half of it through repression."

"Just one big cresendo of awkwardness....the Bolero of awkwardness!"

"In Louisian Spanglish, your name means "My cousin's dead!"

"Have fun watching her wage war on a corporate enterprise!"

"This movie was shot in someone's bathtub."

"I'm just gonna move the pants off the floor now."

"It's just that time of night when everyone can bond over leg-shaving."

"Wow, Peeps work fast on you."

The lemon, BTW

When you have a favorite flavor of cough drop, (not just the favorite brand of Vitamin C-enriched Halls) you know your health is up to no good.

Weekend Highlights: The Cool Way to Blog

In no particular order because I'm still a little loopy...

* Melissa's sister came to visit, which means there was double the Hutsel energy in the room, lots of card playing, and more inside sibling jokes than I can count.

* Yet more Lord of the Rings Risk, though this time it ended around one because everyone joined in a gigantic alliance and called that "close enough."

* Quality time with the library scanner only to discover things that save on the Y drive in the library mysteriously disappear upon returning to Ryle!

* Stats in bed first thing Saturday morning. Literarly.

* Upside down is the best way to read theatre history.

* Having Sunday morning all connect in one big mess: comparing dorm "home" to home "home," then sermon on Earth isn't our home, to second sermon on transientness of life, and finally theatre project discussing idea of fleeting nature of life. Crazy.

* So many flashcards. So, so many flashcards.

* First time playing Sorry! and Rummikub ever, plus first time playing Twister in about eight gazillion years.

* Massive group copying of each other's CD collections.

* Discovering Twister is a bit crazier when you're not six years old and that Ben cheats through the entire game. Dang long arms.

* Waking up sore and covered with bruises from Twister.

* Watching "Pulp Fiction" and "A Knight's Tale" in the same evening. They really don't go together.

* The amazing Hot Pocket catch from the top of the bed!

* Feeling and acting majorly loopy including while at the theatre group meeting (only explaination for "Dead Techies" award idea for presentation tomorrow.)

You're still not right, Mom!

After holding the most adorable conversation ever about Hot Wheels trucks with the tiny little person in the pew in front of me this morning, I'm about [this] much closer to wanting children of my own someday. But, there's still lots of room to go.

Don't start celebrating yet, Mother.

Allow me to apologize in advance.

This is about to be one of my busiest weeks yet this semester. I have presentations and papers and the cumulation of three tests on one day on Thursday....plus it's Homecoming, so I have extra band crap AND a mini trip to Hannibal for a festival on Tuesday.

If I eat half my normal amount of meals this week (and while sitting down, and not jogging across campus), it'll be a miracle of God.

Plus, to really make my mother worry, I've already developed this odd nervous tick-wink thing with my right eye that pops up every few minutes. At least I've already apologized in advance for my actions caused by stress at the end of the week. It's obviously bad enough already.

You *bet* I'm celebrating with ice cream!

(Ahem.)

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO MY OWN BLOG!!!

It's actually fairly amazing to me that I've stuck with it this long, since I usually obsess over things and drop then them like frisbees. (Really hot frisbees.) I originally started this just to keep people back home informed of my goings and comings and doings and other -ings, but now I find that it's more a place for my random (oh, the random) thoughts that have no where else to go but right into cyberspace. I don't have a counter, but I know I must be getting new people all the time because I'm always talking about my blog to those around me. And, if nothing else, where else will a Google search for philosopy mixed with breakfast foods send you?

Now, I know I can't send you virtual ice cream or anything (or can I?), but here's the next best thing: [click me]. Here you will find all the lovely pictures I've scanned during the course of this weekend that have prevented me from real productivity for hours at a time. I'd like to keep it going for as much space as Angelfire will give me, so be prepared to see Hannah's Sophomore Year in Pictures or the like. Feel free to save them, send them to friends, or Photoshop so it looks like we're under attack by radioactive sharks. Let me know if something doesn't work. (And let me know how that ice cream is, 'kay?)

But you're still not right, Mother!

After the adorable conversation about Hot Wheels cars with the tiny little person in the pew ahead of me this morning, I'm about [this] much closer to wanting kids of my own someday.

But, trust me, there's still oodles of room to go. Don't celebrate yet.

I'm just saying.

Once you've used a mouse with the rolly-button, you can never go back again.

A good day for the environment, a sad day for Hannah

I swear, two minutes ago I had to actually stop myself from reaching in the giant garbage can for the third floor and pulling out the recyclables mixed in with someone else's garbage.

It sorta pertains, it cracked me up, and besides, it's my blog, not yours

Toaster collectors unite!

(Yes, I totally stole this off of Dave Barry's Blog. Yes, I'm doing lots of linking so far today.)

Ghost Dorm

It's eerily quiet in 3 North right now.

I guess that's what happens when you're surrounded by freshmen. The first chance to go home they're going to take and leave you far, far behind. I just hadn't realized how truly dead the hall was until I opened my door and could hear.....absolutely nothing. My music is on about a three right now because it doesn't have to compete with any rap, bad punk, Dean Martin, crazy Japanese music, country rodeo swirling in around me. I kinda wonder if it's just myself and our group (and the SA?) here right now. And that's still only four people if the SA is actually here.

I don't have suitemates right now, which is odd enough on its own. I'd accidentally left the bathroom locked all night and no one was upset this morning. When the alarm rang off and on for half an hour, no one cared. I keep running in to use the sink in the bathroom (Ryle's dining hall is closed and I'm not motivated to walk across campus for a sandwich) without knocking and I know I won't have to wait for someone to unlock my door.

The point? I don't know. But there's lots of silence for me to figure it out.

Yeah, just a tad obnoxious.

I love how I never go back and doublecheck my sources. I just now realized it's Sullivan homecoming this weekend (as in today and tomorrow) instead of next week when I have homecoming up here. I don't know who told me it was the other way around (or if it just got all mixed up in my head because they were different times last year), but I'm a little disappointed that I didn't pop down to see the band or anything. (BTW Caleb, the band will be at MU at the end of the month for the parade again.) I'd just assumed that I couldn't and might as well stay at Truman, but now I wish I'd braved the empty house and gone to the game. Sorry, seniors. Try for basketball in the spring?

Let's build some anticipation, shall we?

Sunday's the big one year anniversary (which still amazes me, as Megan could tell you, since I spent a good long time spouting to her about it between classes the other day), and I have a fun [please let them all find it fun, too, please] surprise that has been a couple weeks in the making....mostly because I get bored and have to do something else, like homework or Addiction Solitaire. If I sacrifice my stats homework, I should just barely pull it all together for a grand unveiling later this weekend. (That's a joke, Mom. I'd sacrifice stats for nothing.)

Well, finally.

It's midterm break and my last class got out early because the teacher just couldn't hold our attention anymore and she wanted to leave, anyway, and I didn't kill anyone in my speech class even though someone talked for THIRTEEN AND A HALF MINUTES for an 8-10 minute speech and I was loopy all through the high school class and I'm still apparently loopy because I haven't used a period since the bold title thing and I just tried to spell title with a "y" twice.

If this is any indication, I'm not going to get any homework done this weekend.

The honeymoon's over, bike!

See Hannah ride her bike to class.

See a random student walk on the sidewalk.

See Hannah ride around the random student off the sidewalk.

See Hannah try to move back on the sidewalk.

See the bike miss the sidewalk and swerve dangerously.

See Hannah's ankle go boom on the bike chain.

See Hannah make snarky comment about her balance.

See random student feel chagrined that he caused Hannah pain.

See Hannah put ice pack on throbbing ankle later.

Throb, ankle, throb.

(AKA - Please send Hannah money now)

It's hard to focus on Spanish and the midterm that will pop up in about two hours when all you want to do is HOP ON A PLANE AND FLY TO LONDON. RIGHT. NOW.

I'm going to be unbearable by February if I actually get to do this, aren't I?

The one who started it all...

HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO CALEB'S BLOG!!!

(Now give me some cake.)

(although now it's slowly being replaced by "Hundred Acre Woods")

Someone save me from myself: I've had "Jenny from the Block" stuck in my head for the past two days. This is not healthy. This is not good. This is not helping me write my speech.

*And* it ate a sock! One of my giraffe socks!

I was really motivated to do laundry this morning (mostly by the lack of clothing), but I should apparently be more awake when this happens so as to not be screwed by the machines. I'm currently surrounded by nearly all my shirts, jeans, towels, etc from this morning's loads because the dryer--no matter how many quarters I shoved into it--didn't completely finish de-wetting everything. It probably didn't help that my washing machines apparently leaked (I know my basket, which sat next to them, was soaking on the bottom). And, then nothing was completely wet, but yet not wet enough to do another load, so they're drapped over chairs, ladders, bed rails, hampers, and anywhere else available. *And* I'm out a sock, which wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't been my adorable giraffe sock that went AWOL. I should've had Mom do laundry at the hotel for free.

So *that's* what calendars are for...dates and stuff...

Did anyone else realize I was less than a week away from celebrating the one year anniversary of The Toast?

"You're Keanu Reeves - 'Whoa.' "

I'm hideously tired (and I'm not using that in my normal sense--"horribly great," "hideously awesome," etc).

I'm waiting for my suitemate to get out of the bathroom so I can take my shower and turn in for the night. I only completed two things on my hideously long To-Do List this weekend, but that means that I hung out and watched too many movies instead. My CD player still doesn't work. I only today discovered the "hidden" booklet that came with my Steve Burns's CD. It was worth the wait. The language lab kicked me out with ten minutes left on my session. The time passes in there a whole lot faster when you just mute the entire thing and ignore the workbook. I'm covered in bug bites from the football game on Saturday. We lost, but only by about thirty points (yay, improvement!) My "Lady of the Lake" stint actually involved getting in the lake (and I still have mud between my toes....but I'm okay with that.) I now own the new Lemony Snicket. I'll have to soon own "Chocolat," "Oklahoma!," and "Save the Last Dance," oddly all because of this weekend. From Caleb's quizzes I've learned I'm 6 years old (big surprise), Janis Joplin (I only really like one of her songs), semi-lucky (thanks to the five-leaf clover, I'm sure), "100% Brit" (am I ready for London or what?), apparently ready to bust into "When Doves Cry" (so not my fav Prince song), Neo (which was so not the reference in the title; that was from filming), Very Random (well, *duh*), and going to go to jail for stalking (which is really ironic if you know anything about my senior year...).

I'm going to go get rid of that mud now. Good morning.

Why Why Why?

Why do I always turn off my alarm in the morning even though I tell myself "five more minutes"....which then become an hour because I fall back asleep and nothing wakes me up again because I turned the alarm off. I always do this and I *know* I do, but I still do it every other morning (I'd do it on Tuesday and Thursday, too, but then I'd never make it to the high school).

The Non-Adventures of a Box Office Worker

Out of the unselfish depths of my heart (well, that and because I'll do just about anything for theatre anymore), I volunteered to work the theatre box office this semester. Since I *was* just doing it for no real reason, I only ended up with shift (as opposed to the people doing this for scholarship hours or a class).

First thing Monday morning is a very boring time to sit in the theatre box office.

I arrived early for my shift, which was good because the person who was supposed to unlock the office didn't show up on time. Of course, no one showed up wanting to buy tickets, either, so it wasn't a big deal. She let us both in and I set up in my post in front of the window surrounded by the phone, the record book, and my pile of notebooks/pens/Chekov plays I'd brought along to pass the time. The other person pulled out tickets for the reserves made over the weekend, then left me to run things.

I read an entire Chekov play during my time there.

Admittidly, things picked up during my last half hour when people were trying to leave and/or go to class around lunch time. Still, I never had so long a line I couldn't wait for people to pick out exactly where the wanted to sit (including debating with those sitting with them; I sat through lots of "but, I'm short he's short you're too tall" etc). My replacement showed up and I left.

I'm still impressed that I managed to do something in my life that was so incredibly ordinary. There's hope for me yet!

(I should just make this a regular feature.)

The Weekend in Bullets

* No band = more sleep

* Crazy friends + John Cusack = way less sleep

* I glimsed my future this weekend: the most popular story of the weekend was My Mother vs. the Tornado (key line: "The weather guy says, 'Take cover now!' so she stopped and changed out of her pajamas because she didn't want to look all grimy if the house blew away.")

* Melissa should make chicken noodle soup again, because, if nothing else, I got a good laugh all week long seeing the whole chicken in with all the popsicles.

* I finished, not one, but two rolls of film this weekend, so hopefully I can figure out the school scanners over midterm break and show off...well, who knows what.

* Cheap Halloween costume pieces provide hours of quality entertainment: Creepy black gloves that look like something Tim Burton would use (they have foam in the finger tips to make them extra long) are great for poking friends; sequined and purple camo (!) cat ears - "Because I'm special, that's why."

* Could the guy on "While You Were Out" have been any more idiotic? Sources say no.

* Thanks to both John Cusack and Lisa Kudrow, I discovered we already have very strong opinions about our high school reunions....and that most of them involve revenge in various forms on those who were wretched to us during high school. The American dream lives on.

* And, there was that little thing about duct tape....

Rain Check!

The next posts (or the last couple, depending on if you actually go through and read things in order or just scroll down completely) are the ones that were supposed to pop up Monday back before life got in the way. Here y'all go.

So.

It's been an interesting two days.

Melissa's not here right now, so that hopefully means she's sitting in her doctor's office and getting whatever she needed (she thinks it was new iron pills that were making her sick). Megan seems to be dealing better--I saw her five minutes ago and she was busy working on her schedule for next semester (the course list came out today)--so that's a giant relief to, well, probably everyone.

I've officially made plans to *not* come home over midterm...which means I've also officially made plans for my parents to bring all sorts of things with them this weekend.

Last night, I watched "Gilmore Girls" and cried a little at the end when Rory was all caught up in her new college life, and then Lorelei walked into the empty house at home at a complete loss of what to do next. [That'd be why I didn't call you right at eight like I'd been planning, Mom. I needed a moment to not go all splah on you when you answered.]

The network miraculously began working again last night, so I have *so* many new files to go through in my endless search for every song I've ever loved and adored. This also meant I listed to some stuff I hadn't heard for awhile (aka the Moulin Rouge soundtrack) and directly lead to me using my comforter as a bed on the floor and falling asleep somewhere around the first third of the movie at 3 a.m.

Oh, the things you do when your roommate isn't around.

I plan to have the "canceled" posts up sometime-ish soon. I'd do them now, but I actually know what I want to talk about for my Lit Theory paper, and I don't want to waste that kind of motivation.

Tonight's post canceled. Refund at door.

I had a couple posts ready to go up today/tonight, but I'm putting them off until tomorrow or Wednesday (we'll see) in favor of asking everyone to remember Melissa (who has to go to her specialist back home tomorrow, she's so sick) and Megan (who's thing I don't know most of the details to, so I won't go into it) in your prayers this week. Thanks in advance.

(Pretend I posted this Thursday. Thanks.)

It's getting to the point where people just can't find me on Tuesday and Thursday. It used to be simple: I only have one morning class, so I'd sit in my room and work on homework, blogging, etc, between waking up, class, and the afternoon rush. This was awful convenient the first couple of weeks, especially with tests.

Then my scholarship had to screw all that up.

Starting this year, students with my scholarship were given the option of skipping out on scholarship hours (5 hours of unpaid work for the university per week) in favor of a community service/mentoring sort of thing. Naturally, most of the group jumped at the opportunity (whether for the resume boost or fewere required hours, I won't debate) and several places around the community were asked for their assistance. Myself and two friends attached ourselves to the high school drama department, remember with fondness our own high school theatre experiences. We met the teacher, volunteered for her third hour drama class, and left with giddy excitement of putting our TSU acting classes to use.

[This, for those keeping track, is where things turn for the worse.]

Not ten hours after we returned to the dorm, Megan (one of the "two friends" mentioned above) realized she had a class smack in the middle of the high school drama hour. Obviously, she couldn't skip every single time, so we had to pick a new time (mostly because there was no way I was going to teach a group of high schoolers all by myself, thanks).

So, now we're teaching speech (a class Meredith [the second friend] and myself are just now taking), two hours every Tuesday and Thursday, which basically means we're making crap up as we go along. The teacher doesn't really give us guidelines for what she wants us to teach each class, though I don't think she has any better idea what us scholarship people are supposed to be doing than we do. (Yay for guinea pig-ing it!) It also means I'm never around those days because I hope from high school to class to high school to class, class, supper. God be with me the next time I have a theatre test and want to manically study all through the high school kids' speech presentations.

And, please please please offer any ideas/suggestions/mockings you can think of to help us out. There are only so many theatre games that interlock with the basics of the speech canons. (And these people don't like Bunny Bunny, so all is lost in the game field anyway.)