And the birthday cycle goes on...

The April-May birthday arrow points to....Michelle, who's hopefully celebrating with balloons and some mighty fine cake today. I actually saw her this weekend (the AuBuchon clan was up to see the choir concert), and got to wish her a happy b-day in person, which was nice. BTW, y'all, she's got some adorable hair right now. It's still all curly, but now it's also short (an inch or so off her shoulders) and I loved it.

Anyway, birthday greetings, dah-ling!

No Dr. Laura for me

I don't know why I find it easier to talk about my emotional/relationship/whatever problems with guys instead of girls. It's not like I'm in competition with all the other "wimmenfolk" around me. Nor do I wish some gallant guy to go out and "break somebody's knees" for me (though I did get an offer once, even if I didn't take him up on it). I'd guess it's because I really don't go *splah* on people very often, and somehow guys--as opposed to girls--always end up being around when it happens purely by chance, except I'm more apt to go out and seek a male point of view whenever I'm looking for a deep opinion. Or, maybe, subconsciously it happens because I'm trying to say "Hey, look! I trust you because I like you! Over here with the tears!" I'd say I don't bond with girls the same way I do with boys, but I don't think that's true. I believe the same trust, caring, whatnot is there in *all* my friendships, I just talk about different things with different people.

What brought this on? Apparently, yesterday while I was suddenly flipping out and desperately needing someone to calm me down, my friend John was going through the exact same thing (all this came up this afternoon). Yeah, I'm cool now, it just struck me as weird that (A) we both felt the same way at nearly the exact same time, (B) I couldn't put the emotion into words until I was talking with a couple of my guy friend from acting class, and (C) I spaz on guys all the time, but hardly ever on girls (though Sam and Jennifer could tell some tales...).

Just sharing. What else is a blog for?

Soon, my inner 7-year-old's going to be spoiled

Nothing like good game of "Duck Duck Goose" to put some pep in your step. (Cute vintage hair clips help, too.)

"Bruised...but still smiling"

No matter when it is, I always end up with mysterious bruises on, well, everywhere. I'm not certain if I sleep funky or just don't notice when I walk into things during the day, but I'll wake up with fantastic bruises on [mostly] my legs and no clue why they appeared. Generally, all I can do is just shake it off--if I don't have a clue where they come from, I obviously can't prevent them, either. Sometimes, however, a truly massive one will appear without warning and it'll bug me to no end until I finally discover the cause.

Yesterday, while shaving my legs, I discovered on such bruise on the side of my left knee, right where the leg bends. I've been wearing pants a lot lately (it's so much easier to go through life not wondering if you missed a spot while shaving any time you wear a cute pair of capris), so I wasn't even certain how long I'd had the bruise, except that it was dark enough to imply either freshness or repeated bonkings. Still, there wasn't much evidence to go on, so I just shrugged and continued moving.

For the one-act, I wear a fairly dorky-looking pair of checkered overalls (which is why I shaved my legs in the first place) that leave my new bruise free to the viewing public. I got a couple questions from people about it (fall down some stairs lately?), but I didn't have a grand explaination.

I do now. The overalls also mean I leave the bruise free without any padding during my scenes. Let's just say, I figured out where the bruise came from--it was fairly obvious once my leg smacked down on the bench (which I'd never really felt before--yeah, pants!) and it hurt to walk back to my box.

Hm...another theatre battle scar. Am I sure this is the right thing? (Well, geez, yeah, but it sounded like a good ending.)

Beauty Tips from Hannah *About* Hannah

Want to instantly de-age me? Just stick me in pig-tails. It's dress-dress rehearsal tonight (as oppossed to dress rehearsal/wet tech tomorrow night), and I haven't felt like I didn't belong on college so much since that first night I arrived. Except this one's more because I look about ten, not that I feel completely abandoned by anyone and everyone who's every come into my life at a place where I know no one and I'll NEVER know anyone. Geez, good thing I got over that.

(Extra Note: It's not like I need any help to look younger--I swear, for someone who's about to turn nineteen in....golly, nine days, I sure look sixteen normally....unless it's one of those days where I feel like crap and look *fantabulous.* I hate those days.)

To Whom it May Concern: (AKA Tiffani)

I have stats at 10:30-11:50 with Donna Bailey. I hear she sucks, but I didn't really know that at the time when I was desperately trying to fit in a class without going back and having to stand in line again. Hope that helps.

At least I'll get to sleep in

Good News: I got every class I planned to take.

Bad News: They're not exactly when I wanted to take them. And, I'll probably need a bicycle to make it to my MWF classes, as I go from Barnett to Violette to the rugby field for Marching Band (ten minutes between each--y'all will never see me in the afternoons).

Anyway, here's what I've got going on next year:

Mon-Wed-Fri
* Writing about Lit 1:30-2:20
* Intermediate Spanish I 2:30-3:20
* Marching Band 3:30-5:20

Tue-Thur
* Stats 10:30-11:50
* Speech 1:30-2:50
* History and Lit of Theatre III 3:00-4:20

In other words, I'll never get up early all next year. Yay!

"They're trying to screw with your head." - Kramer

I'm currently standing outside the infamous "purple hall" where registration takes place, waiting for them to post the lastest closed classes from this morning. Everything I want to enter has less than ten spots left--or they did this morning--which is why I really need to find out *right now* whether my schedule is still applicable or not. (not up yet)

If they'd at least update the online course list, I'd be much happier. I really don't want to leave my fate to random pieces of paper on the wall. Though, I'm not certain where my sudden confidence in technology is coming from...maybe because I'm not on Merv right now (yeah, public access labs!), so I feel like I might have a chance with this unknown computer who has not yet wished to delete anything I've written [yet].

Wow, there's actually people more confused than me wandering around. I can't believe that poor guy had a worse clue about what was going on than I do. Maybe he's a transfer; I can't imagine he'd gone through registration before. Anyway.

I can't believe I'm pushing back lunch just to stand here and watch random people walk past, anxiously waiting for the course list to pop up. I also can't believe how paranoid I'm starting to become that people are just going to walk right past me--people who don't care whether or not their schedule officially works and can manage to wait until they reach the front desk. I despise those people. I guess I shouldn't be worried because registration doesn't start again until 1:00, but I'd like to know what's going on before I go and save myself a spot at the front of the line.

Bleck. I'll let y'all know how it goes (maybe even from Non-Merv here).

It's.....Tuesday!

Home of Gilmore Girls, Brit Lit class, and This-or-That Questions! Guess which one you're about to see!

*Which is more comforting for you...

1. Lying down on the couch, or stretching out on a recliner? lyding down on the couch, which I've sorely missed while at college

2. Going barefoot or wearing soft slippers? Ooh, tough call. I always seem to end up wearing slippers while studying, yet I *love* running around outside without shoes on, so I'll have to go with barefoot.

3. Eating ice cream, or pizza? I don't really see pizza as a comfort food, but ice cream's definitely been there for me during some rough times.

4. Watching on TV...a classic movie or a reality show? What's comfortable about reality tv? Totally the classic movie.

5. Wearing: blue jeans or sweat pants? blue jeans, but they have to be at least a year old and probably have a hole in one knee.

6. A long, soothing bubble bath or a quick, invigorating shower? bubble baths trump showers any day (especially when you can take them for a long time)

7. Furniture: leather, or something more on the fuzzy side? Fuzzy furniture is just *weird,* so I'll go with leather, thanks.

8. Soft, classical music, or upbeat rock & roll? Interestingly enough, upbeat rock and roll. I study to classical stuff often, so it sorta implies stress by now.

9. Darkness or light? Light--in the form of sunlight--is comforting because it makes me feel like everything will be okay. However, darkness feels like I can ignore my issues and hide, so I guess it's a tie.

10. Thought-provoking question of the week: You get married, or otherwise begin cohabitating with a significant other. S/he moves into your place, but brings with them the UGLIEST chair you have ever seen! You really don't want this thing in your home, but SO says it is the most comfy chair s/he has ever sat in, and no way will they part with it. Do you: grin and bear it, or scheme to get rid of the montrosity somehow? If their claim is true, who am I to give up the most comfy chair in the universe. There's always slip covers and pillows.

Well, *there's* a lesson learned

Apparently I should've stuck with my "no doing schedule until right before registration" thing, because I've managed to stress myself so much farther in the past five minutes than I've accomplished for the ENTIRE day just by seeing that one class closed, another's at only three spots, and I can't get in until tomorrow afternoon.

It probably didn't help that I had Sondheim's "Getting Married Today" in the background, which (in case you didn't know) is a patter song [speak-singing style] about someone who's decided she can't get married. The entire thing goes about as fast as a machine gun firing and it's helped to increase my heart beat ever so much to leave me slightly breathless, even as I just trying to focus my thoughts on the entire experience.

Have you noticed that, when I'm stressed, I babble? I think it's my main symptom (well, that and not being able to sleep and feeling a need to say witty things, but that happens when I'm majorly sleep-deprived, too). Now I'm not making any sense any more, and my typing's going about the speed of the song, and I think I should just chill and press the publish button so I can stop subjecting you people to my now random thoughts. Tra-la.

They spoke the truth, too

Nothing spices up a little background information on Eliot like a paragraph titled "Richard Wagner's Bad Day."

"Don't judge a book by its cover"

T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" and Rocky Horror Picture Show's "Sweet Transvestite" is the weirdest combination I've accidentally lined up while studying. No, I'm not complaining.

Things I Learned Today

* Jujyfruits in high quantities = Hannah hyper in high quantities

* There's always someone around to catch your "Clueless" reference, though it may take some time

* If you show up to the non-mandatory practice to spike the set, you'll probably hear all the gossip from the director and stage manger because no one else will be there.

* When your trash can transforms into a trash pile, it's time to take it all out.

Currently, I'm...

* eating Sun Chips and Handi-Snacks (with a cherry Kool-Aid Burst) instead of eating a real supper, like cereal.

* wondering why Debbie is watching "Alias" during "Hollow Man"'s commericals and not the other way around. What, that's just what I, Hannah, would do--minus the Kevin Bacon? Okay then.

* listening to "Univited" by Alanis Morrisette, though I like the Bostonian's a cappella version better.

* hoping my calc professor will conveniently lose our last test.

* wanting to see my acting scene score, "The Pianist," and your laughing face.

They're kinda gross, too

I can tell by the way my jaw is currently stuck together that I'm going to have issues trying to eat Jujyfruits and say my lines at the same time. If nothing else, I suppose I can just throw them to the back corner of my mouth. Either way, I'm totally taking all the yellow and black ones out of the box--I think my character is supposed to like Jujyfruits, and those two will just get in the way.

Hey, High-Schoolers!

So, my little Sullivanites: how was prom? Give me all the dish!

Sorry, everyone

I must report you've all been beaten to the chase, as Jennifer was the first to wish me happy birthday (yesterday). Sure, she's two weeks early, but how's that for taking the initiative?

Once more, Paul Kastner is a lucky, lucky man

Jill, my one-act director forwent (I guess that's how you'd do "forego" in past tense) practice last night in favor of a cast/crew sleep-over of all ten girls and one guy (Paul--I'm sure he had fun).

The evening started off fun while I waited for Jill to pick me up and ran into Arthur from my Leadership class. This is the same person who once wrote the entire Japanese alphabet on my right hand because "it was lonely" compared to my left that had notes scribbled all over it. I enjoy his sense of humor. He asked if I was guarding the street--which I easily identified as "The Street Between Dobson and Ryle Where I Once Almost Died" (hey, you shouldn't expect someone with no sense of direction to remember street names)--and it soon escalated into me protecting Truman (and "The Street...") from invading mongols hiding at Great Wall.

Jill soon showed up, and we continued picking up other people, including the very drunk roommate of another cast member who needed a ride downtown. Her entire speech about helping people learn lines is my new favorite set of babbling. We arrived at our destination (Lindsay [another cast member]'s apartment) and promptly broke out the chips and cash [for pizza, natch] while speaking some nearly-incoherant babbles of our own.

*New game alert!* Everybody writes down five (depending on the size of the group) names of people--famous or otherwise (we had everything from John Cusack to Willy Wonka to Ben Mason, one of the cast's best friend)--and puts them in a bowl. Everybody divides into teams (we did it by grade level). Then, each team tries to guess as many names as possible in one minute. There's three rounds: first, you can say whatever you want to try and get your team to name the person; second, you can only use two words each sheet of paper ("um," "lordy," and various explicatives count toward your total--one team didn't understand that everytime they said "oh crap," that was all they could do); third, it's pure charades. The round ends when the bowl is empty. Us freshmen women won (yay!), though I think it helped that we went first, I somehow rocked at the two word thing, and we were the last to play in the charades round, so there were only so many names left. (Obviously, this game takes *forever.*)

Pizza arrived, we played Psychiatrist for about two hours, and settled into Truth or Dare around one. The highlight of that game arrived when someone's dare was to prank call a really arrogant theatre major (Joe) and harrass him for a few minutes--which went over well until she hung the phone and it immediately rang again. Lindsay freaked out, completely possitive it was Joe calling back and he would hate her just because the call came from her house even though she personally didn't make it. Of course, the joke for the rest of the night/morning was that Joe was about to jump out and get Lindsay. Finally, we plopped in a movie around 3:30-ish and I fell asleep completely [I missed most of the movie because I kept dozing off] around five as the sun was starting to appear through the drawn blinds.

Naturally, nobody got up until after ten, and it was around 12:30 before I finally made it back to my dorm room--just in time to shove down some food before rushing to choir rehearsal at one. Thankfully, the run-through went fast, and I was free by three. I then ran downtown to try and scrounge up a costume for my one-act (nothing I own can pass for six AND thirteen--or even just six), bought overpriced candy at the gas station (I have to practice saying lines with something gooey in my mouth), and came back for supper.

Favorite moment of the weekend (so far): waiting for half the cast to go outside to smoke and moving the couch in front of the door so they couldn't get back in and then stopping to pose for pictures before realizing the backdoor was very unlocked and very open and very much letting in the unhappy smokers. I'll try and post a pic if I ever figure out how.

Quick Request

Could someone hook me up with some gum? I know it sounds silly, but I'm completely out and too lazy to go to the first floor snack machine and figured maybe someone out there had magic powers and could zap a new pack into my desk drawer. I'm not picky about type--just get me something to chew.

From the man who brought you "Bio-Dome" and a *great* Jeopardy joke...

I apparently have one more reason to have the Truman Student Activities Board as they scheduled the final events of the year during the one-acts festival. The fireworks "blowout" (a description that implies more danger than I think they were after) I don't mind missing--which is good, as it's the same night [Sat, May 3] as my show.

I *am* a little more upset that I'll miss Pauly Shore on Friday night, though I'd only be going to rub it in people's faces down the line. (Or as much as you can do with him. If we'd gotten Jon Stewart or George Carlin, that'd be a different story.) However, if anyone was interested in seeing Mr. Shore (say, because you'll already be in town Saturday night for my show.....no, I'm not desperate for attention--you'll know when that hits), I'll be more than happy to secure the free ticket for you. Hurry! Time's a-wastin'!

I sense a new marketing scheme

Not only does Squirrelfest (the music festival sponsered by Dobson currently going on outside in the courtyard) provide free background music [through my closed window--it's that loud] without needing to worry about headphones, but it's also louder than the TV. I guess I'll have to deal with not being able to listen to "Pitch Black" for the eighth time this week (I am so serious--I totally counted once I realized Debbie popped it in three times by Tuesday).

Sorry, Kip Taylor

The 2nd Best (the first has to be the feet one) Compliment of the Day: After cutting me off in line [and then killing my righteous angry by actually being someone I know], I had a great conversation with one of the senior theatre majors talking about the freshmen majors and how he believed the seniors were leaving the department in good hands. "Not that I can pick, but I wouldn't want to leave it to just anyone." (Say it with me" "Aw.")

*New Nickname Alert!*

Thanks to a stint as a dead Roman in a friend's video project for Shakespeare class (which mostly involved me lying face-down in the grass, trying not to laugh as the other person in the scene threw off purposely cheesy lines), I am now Hannah "The Corpse" Smith. Feel free to use this whenever.

My work here is done

I must've finally reached the point of understanding today with Debbie, as she didn't react at all when she walked in to my singing into my pen on "You're No Good" (yeah, Linda Rondstadt!) while doing Spanish workbook nonsense. It's time for me to spread my weirdness elsewhere.

Four* Fav Comments about My Acting Scene

(*I forgot the last one until this afternoon)

* Prof: So, what advice do you have for them? Steve, my partner: Don't forget your line.

* Steve, that part where you kiss her foot really creeps me out because I think feet are just creepy--oh, not yours of course. You have really nice feet, Hannah.

* I really bought you as bipolar this time.

* I don't remember where it was, but you got really ghetto on him for a moment.

Hey, Look! It's Later!

I've known my Jennifer Lynn (who hates it when you use her middle name like that) since seventh grade when we both messed with band. She's added spark to my band trips, (yeah, Patsy Cline sing-a-longs!), lockers (could we possibly have had any more magnets in there?), homecoming hair (it looked great *and* it was free), and overall life through the years. I wish I had pictures from Six Flags to show how I used to celebrate your birthday, but I think you destroyed them all by now.

Wish I could've popped down to see you (or even had time to call you), but my [pick your favorite explicative] schedule doesn't leave me anytime until May 14-ish. We'll get some cake then, 'kay? Happy birthday wishes!

Note the time

Yay! I get to be first to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JENNIFER!!!

And now I'm going to bed, but I'll add to this later.

This is as close to a break as I'm allowing myself

Whenever I start stressing over a paper (especially when the stress occurs after, oh, 9 p.m.), I write myself a mini outline with quick sentences jotting down what points I'm aiming to reach. Usually this means I simply type whatever enters my head...which leads to random thoughts worming their way into my notes. I think I wrote this one sometime yesterday evening:

What I did not like about the book goes right here. Or maybe right there. I do not know exactly where to put it; I just know that it will go around here somewhere.

Same goes for the conclusion. I cannot believe I just misspelled “the.”

[Aren't you so glad I shared? No? Well, at least I got to kill five minutes.]

Bet they don't mention *that* in the brochure

Not only do we have high class stuff like Shakespeare's Birthday going on, but apparently the "Rugger Chugger" thing chalked all over campus today is nothing more than a bunch of people standing on a tarp trying to drink a gallon of milk as fast as possible with a trash can conveniently placed in the middle. Every few minutes now, the crowd (of course there's a crowd) cheers as someone new stands bent over the trash can. If only Troy were here to enjoy it.

"Happy birthday, dear Billy!"

Three hours and one major sunburn later, I've emerged from the Shakespeare on the Quad birthday shindig. Every year on Shakespeare's birthday (aka, today) the Truman theatre department sponsers a time for people to get together and perform scenes or read sonnets out on the quad. My one-act director, Jill, was in charge of this and required everyone in the cast to "at least go, if for the love of everything you won't perform," so I went, fully intending to sit around and do a little Spanish in the breaks.

That didn't quite happen.

My favorite moments of the afternoon, leading up to the one you probably can already see coming (does Ashley Reed read this blog?):

* singing Happy Birthday and having it echo all over the quad

* the person who merely got on the stage and said, and I quote: "Forsooth! Forsooth? For-SOOTH!!" until someone in the crowd shouted at her to "run around all confused-like," which she promptly did. Apparently, when you study Shakespeare scenes in Acting II, you're supposed to say "forsooth" anytime you forget your line....leading to a big joke to use "forsooth" as much as possible in regard to Billy.

* "His greatest tragedy and perhaps most famous history....The Comedy of Errors!"

* the numerous fight scenes, one of which involved someone beating the other person with the gigantic anthology of Shakespeare's plays

* Titus Andronicus as a cooking show, complete with [apparently, mint-flavored] fake blood all over everything. (If they would've remembered all the lines, the Othello rap totally would've replaced this.)

* I ended up doing a scene as Lady Macbeth, ironically with the very person who told my acting class the whole Macbeth thing during personal imitations. It was the scene when Lady M convinces M to kill Duncan--John's choice--and I must say that it went better than expect considering not only did I throw up right before going onstage [if the grapes taste funky at lunch, stop eating them], but I also didn't actually read the scene until I was up there performing for the quad. Yes, I had much too much fun.

"doesn't match my furniture"

My imood personal mood thing so completely cracks me up right now. Sorry, just had to do some extra promotion.

Public Service Announcement

Just one more day until Jennifer's birthday! Have you bought your present yet?

"Hi, I mean, hey there, no...CRAP!"

After play practice tonight--where I spent most of the time thinking "you want me to do *what*?" as my wonderful director talked me through throwing myself at the other character on-stage at the time--I'm firmly decided that I absolutely do not know how to flirt. I suppose this isn't a big lose, as I've managed to survive nearly nineteen years without this knowledge, although I've also managed to survive nearly nineteen years without a *boyfriend* as well, so they might be related. I suppose I've just never cared enough about one person to have to throw myself at them in such a way. During most of high school, a boyfriend probably would've run a far third behind a movie with friends and a night without homework. It just leads for some awkward moments now, as I (as 13-year-old Victoria) try to get Wallace to notice me.

Whew, close call!

For about two seconds there I almost put on glue stick instead of lip balm. Hey, they're both shaped the same and I've been working on a history paper for over an hour now--I'm allowed some lapses in judgement (such as putting two equally shaped but *majorly* different containers in the same drawer).

What would Fye think?

No paper is so well organized and perfected that it couldn't improve with a bit of alliteration. (I hope my history prof shares this philosophy.)

A Piece of Advice to the WB Network

If next week's Gilmore Girls doesn't live up to half the hype you just fed me in the scenes from next time ("a wild party, where maybe things go too far," Dean kicking the tar out of Jess, etc), you'll have some incredibly ticked college girls down in Dobson 473. Just warning y'all.

If we can't even do *that* right...

I have a brand new theatre battle scar! My partner Steve and I were practicing our acting scene and finally got to the end, where we throw water in each other's faces (great fun). I threw mine first, but my aim was off (really? You *cannot* be serious! Not the girl with the depth perception problem!) and I only hit his shoulder. I think that kinda threw Steve off, because not only did he throw water at me, he also threw the *entire* ceramic mug. Thankfully, his aim was off a little also and the mug hit the floor more than my skull. (What? Did you think *that* was the battle scar? Dear Lord, I probably would've been knocked out!) My finger did bleed quite profusely when I stabbed it with a broken piece of the mug, though, and I think I may have a tiny indention in my skin for awhile from it, which is battle scar enough for me. I mean, for as clumsy as I am, I really don't have much physical proof.

I also kept the piece that stabbed me. A little weird, I know, but didn't you already know that about me?

While I'm completely NOT sleepy...

It's Tuesday [barely]! Question time!

What is....

1. Yummier: Chocolate ice cream or strawberry cheesecake? must you even ask?? Cheesecake, all the way!

2. Better to watch on TV: Movies or sports? yet again, movies, but I despise watching sports *anytime*

3. A better web browser: MSIE or Netscape (or tell us your own favorite!) Merv only supports Explorer, so I have to go with the first one

4. A better way to travel: Automobile or bus/train? bus only on a band trip, and then it needs a good sing-a-long in the back to keep things interesting

5. Your preferred camera: Digital or film? regular film, but I despise most technology (and I'm too cheap to get a digital)

6. A Cooler Vehicle: Motorcycle or sports car? motorcycles are *way* cooler, but I don't think I'd be able to get one

7. More fun: Video games or board games? board games--they're good for people with semi-faulty depth perception and little hand-eye coordination

8. Sexier: A perfect body or an intelligent mind? out of these two, an intelligent mind, but nothing's better than somebody who can make me laugh

9. A stinkier smell: Skunk or gasoline (petrol)? skunk...there are actual times when I kinda *like* the smell of gasoline

10. Thought-provoking question of the week: What is more important to you: making a ton of money and being at the top of your field, or finding your soulmate and living a comfortable but not wealthy life? hmm....I'm not feeling all that romantic at the moment, so I'll have to go with great success at the top of my field (whatever that is anymore)

I feel that glow of special-ness coming on!

Not only did I help someone pick up a comment board today, I also got linkage for it! Check out where's MY elephant? to see the beginning of a new blog....and my name in full lowercase glory! Yay!

Surely it'll help *somewhere*

Semi-Important Discovery: I look about five years younger when I put my hair in pig-tails and Cher looks about five years weirder with that much glitter on her eyes.

It's unavoidable

I'd like to apologize in advance to whoever I end up dragging to The Lizzie Maguire Movie, but I can't pass up a movie that features cute Italian boys and B-52s music in the same trailer.

Settle down now, boys!

You'd think people would show a little restraint while playing ball in the middle of the Dobson courtyard, but apparently not as a small yellow wiffle ball just smacked into my window. At least they waved when I ran to see what happened.

I never even get to watch this!

It's the first time I've been able to watch American Idol since February sometime, and we don't have judges tonight! What--are you people working against me or something?

7:14 - New Observation: so, if the marine guy [Josh?] gets kicked off the show, does that mean he has to go rejoin his unit? Where even *is* his unit? (Do you call it a unit?)

7:17 - I need to stop publishing and just post instead....that was the *weirdest* key change I've ever heard in my life, and Hewkin had us do some weird ones back in middle school. I hope Jennifer wasn't around to hear that happen to "Amazed."

7:23 - Thank you, whoever you are, for not botching my second favorite Bonnie Raitt song. I appreciate that.

7:34 - I think I missed someone because I was arguing and looking at this.

7:38 - Anyone else find all the guys in multi-colored masks seriously disturbing, or are you trying to ignore the entire concept of any reality show on Fox?

7:42 - And who are you missy, that you get special chair-singing privileges?

7:49 - Ooh, this is the guy my mommy likes. This is also the guy who vaguely looks like A.J. from my acting class, minus the accent. He's singing the mouse song?! Yeah, I like it, too, and he sounds good and all, but isn't there classier fare you could go for here?

7:57 - Oh, good Lord, we're doing a group sing. Yup, that would allow an unnecessary run-into-the-crowd thing. Swell. I love how we picked the song where the girls didn't do much of anything and just let the three guys do their thing. No, that's not a pointed message or anything. Bleck, I'm off to the Cher Farewell concert on VH1. I wonder what Debbie'll say to that when she walks in the door. Hee.

This is what happens when I have nothing else to do but homework

For some reason, I really like the phrase "service sector." Maybe it's the alliteration?

I think I miss "Show and Tell"

Not that I'm really insecure or anything, but sometimes--when I need an extra boost--I play the chorus from The Get Up Kids' "Hannah Hang On" just because it feels like they're trying to encourage me. Thanks, guys.

And to think, I got the address off a guy's door down the hall

My new favorite artist and (for good measure) my new favorite piece of artwork. (It just feels like my entire life--I'm looking up toward the stars, which everyone else is sticking with closer--yet, just as bright--aims.) Naturally, it's totally my desktop pic right now (although it was sad to see Carhenge go.)

An Offer that's Gotta be Too Good to Pass Up for *Someone*

Wanna see me [briefly] make out with someone you've probably never met before--all before a live audience (including my parents)? I just recently found out my one-act show, "Women and Wallace," will be performed Saturday, May 3, and I'm inviting nearly everyone I know to come see it because I love adding pressure to myself. I guess. If you want to come see it, I can hook you up with Truman people who'll be going (I can only reserve so many tickets, and those already went to family) so you wouldn't have to sit in line by yourself(selves?--I sense this is a Fye question).

I know we've gone through this before (maybe i'll link it later), but is everyone out there okay? I don't know why, but something about the universe just feels *off* right now, and I'm crying and I don't know why, but I don't want to randomly call everyone I know to find out how they are so I'm appealing through the net. Is there anything I should know? Are y'all all alright?

I sent them all home. I sent them *all* home.

How's this for timing? I finally find a new [albeit temporary] replacement for my computer DVD player *right after* I send home half my old DVDs and all of my new, freshly-purchased and not yet walked DVDs from this weekend. Sure, I have a few in my drawer still, but I've seen them all a zillion times. Debbie apparently took home her meager collection after assuming (correctly, until today) that she wouldn't have an opportunity to use them for the rest of the year. I'm a little bummed out that, had I done this last weekend, I'd have a few more interesting choices to work with right now. Oh well. Maybe I'll go out and order something from Amazon (or just walk to the library, whatever's easier).

"Hit me Blogger one more time"

Remember back at New Year's when I made confessions instead of resolutions? Today--after watching the movie "Crossroads" for the first time--I felt like writing a special Britney Spears themed version. Yes, really. So...

Hannah's Ms. Spears-Related Confessions

* I totally rock at "Britney's Dance Beat" (the video game that is almost Dance Dance Revolution, but with--obviously--different music)

* I've always seen her song, "Lucky" as a deep take on the pitfalls of being a celebrity.

* There were actual moments (plural!) when I found myself feeling sympathy for her character during "Crossroads." I also often found myself enjoying the movie (at least, until it turned into an over-done meladrama in the last twenty minutes, but that's still less than a sixth of the entire film)

* I must give her snaps for that snake thing if only because *I* wouldn't be able to go on television and sing while a giant boa twisted around me.

"I'll be back"

Oh, wait. I am. (Yeah, cheesy, I know.)

I had a nice time down (and to the left) in KC, though I think I spent more time asleep and/or in the car than actually being able to sit around and enjoy the break. Another interesting (to me, at least) observation: I constantly find it amazing how easily I can rationalize buying stuff while on vacation merely by telling myself, "well, I haven't gone to Wal-Mart in two weeks...." Seriously.

Compliment of the weekend: when I bought "Kate and Leopold" on DVD, the cashier complimented my handwriting because it was "the first check not to be chicken-scratch in a long time." I'll take what I can get.

I should be working on my U.S. History book report (due later this week) right now, but instead I think I'm going to watch a movie and go through old newspapers. It's sorta productive.

"Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come"

I'm shipping out for the holiday weekend, although I should be back at TSU sometime Sunday afternoon/evening-ish. I guess that makes Monday homework day, but it'll probably turn into my-roommate's-not-here-let's-watch-movies-day instead. It's the thought that counts.

Happy Easter, y'all.

Just check and make sure it isn't one she already owns first

Happy birthday to Nicki, who may or may not know this site exists! Buy her a purse to celebrate!

At last, a political view I can go for

Tiffani--maybe this is something you should get involved with. You know, now that Student Senate sucks and all. Just a thought.

¡Bastante! (Sorry, working on Spanish)

Pet Peeve that *Truly* Irks Me: If I give you permission to borrow something or do something or whatever you'd need my permission for, don't continue explaining why you need it after you receive permission. If I've heard enough to say yes, I obviously don't need to know any more. You prattling onward just makes me want to un-yes the situation.

Just wait til *Kovar* hears

Big News of the Night: I found out my internship for next year [which I'm doing in loo of scholarship hours because 25 hours total each semester is way easier than five hours a week the entire year] is working with the local high school drama department. Apparently, I'll get to distill my grand wisdom on another generation of high schoolers (or barring that, continue passing off the same bs that got me through last year). Even better, I'll get to do all this with my friend, Megan (who, FYI, just found out she gets to do crew work for the one-acts). Spifftacular!

Here kitty, kitty, kitty

See if you don't find this as strangly fullfilling as I did. (And, if you don't, remember that I'm stuck in a dorm room where the cuddliest pet I can [legally] own is a fish.)

Someone's literal minded today

I'm currently sitting in the computer lab, slightly drenched from the sudden rainstorm that popped up this afternoon, listening to someone play mediocre jazz on the out of tune piano down the hall. My day is improving not only because I *didn't* go to the language lab [I left my Spanish book back in OP], but I'm also holding a spifftacular MSN conversation with my friend Stefanie while she sits at the computer directly in front of me. So far, we've discused the plusses of not brushing your teeth (highly disgusting, I know), what animal we would be if we could (I picked penguin so I could hang out with Dick Van Dyke, Stef went with starfish so she could re-grow limbs if they were run over by lawnmowers), and generally annoyed the rest of the computer lab patrons. The day's looking up even as the weather falls down.

That's *one* way to set the mood

I don't think it's a good sign to wake up and have "I Think It's Going to Rain Today" stuck in my head. At least it's Randy Newman, right?

Although there *is* no Blockbuster in Kirksville

I just had this MSN-ed to me. I need to get back in the habit of checking The Onion again.

"What? Okay!"

I think these 10-12 play rehearsals are going to kill me because I'm always so awake once practice ends that I can't fall asleep and end up posting weird reflective things [below] until I feel sufficiently sleepy. *Sigh.*

Anyway, I'll update, since I sometimes neglect that purpose of this blog. I spent most of history class trying not to fall asleep and the majority of Brit Lit doodling in the margins of my notebook instead of paying attention to the presentations on Joseph Conrad (who's a great big bore, by the way). I *did* un-zone long enough to present my research, which once again clashed with the prof's own views. By now, though, it's her fault for continuing to give me the topic of women in whatever we're reading because--for some unknown reason--my searchs only find criticism from feminists ranting about how much the author despises and/or represes the women in the novel and I take that, tone it down, and end up with the complete opposite viewpoint of the professor. This is the third time she's done this to me....I should just stop researching things and make it up once I get there; I'd probably have a better chance of fitting whatever she's actually looking for instead of the outside source I'm supposedly trying to find.

One Act News! We had our first full cast practice (or "stumble-through," as we affectionately called it) to run everything and learn transitions. If everything goes to schedule, we'll perform on Saturday, May 3, which is supposedly the day that works best for my family so maybe they'll actually come this time. I dunno, though....is there a high school choir something that weekend?

I'm starting to sound bitter. That means I'm sleepy. Good--the sooner I go to bed, the more sleep between myself and calc.

Reflective Quiet

I despise starless nights. I hate looking up at the night sky and seeing nothing but inky darkness, like I'm stuck inside a dark box without any holes poked in the top to let me breathe. Instead of the infinite black providing me with an illusion of no boundaries, I feel more entrapped by the lack of light.

Tonight, I can't even find the moon. I don't know if it's hiding behind another campus building or preparing for it's dramatic "full moon" self tomorrow night. I just know, despite the unlimited visibility I supposedly have tonight, I feel smaller than normal. It's humbling, yet I feel strangely calm, regardless of the dark. Maybe it's because I know that--no matter how much the universe tries to prove otherwise--I'm *not* on my own. I'm not insignifigant. Maybe to most of the world I am (I don't picture anyone celebrating National Hannah Day in my honor someday), but not to everyone underneath the black.

And that's good enough for me. Goodnight, Moon, wherever you are.

Happy Tax Day!

I've already spent my refund check (although it was only $25 and I bought a nice skirt), how about y'all? Here's the Tuesday question post.

1. File taxes as early as possible, or wait until the last possible minute? file early; you get the check faster that way

2. File electronically, or mail paper forms? I can't manage my *blog* properly half the time, I'm not going to give myself an extra opportunity to screw up my taxes

3. Prepare your own taxes, or have someone do it for you? as long as my dad will do my taxes for me I'll be eternally grateful

4. Are you a saver or a spender? I think we answered that with the skirt (but it's a nice skirt)

5. Do you prefer to carry cash, or pay with plastic (credit/debit cards), or by check? I never have any cash, so I have to stick with my checkbook

6. You're broke and desperately need a job, but the only places that are hiring are retail or fast food places. Which would you pick? retail...there's already few places I would eat at without me eliminating ones where I knew exactly what went into the meal

7. Keeping track of your money: are you more meticulous or careless about it? considering I had two checkbook errors [though in my favor--yay!] for nearly six months without me noticing, I'm going to have to lean toward careless

8. What do you do if you find yourself with a lot of change weighing down your purse/pocket/wallet? Do you try to spend it to *get rid of it*, or do you put it in a jar or a piggy bank? I have a penny jar at home I should empty and I general change cup at college (I adore alliteration) that I add to after shopping

9. Which form of fake money do you like better...Monopoly money or those chocolate coins covered with gold foil? dude, how do you turned down chocolate?

10. Thought-provoking question of the week: You find a wallet containing $5,000 in cash, as well as several credit cards and the owner's drivers' license. Your rent is due tomorrow and you're short $200. Do you take the money (some or all of it) and mail back the wallet anonymously...or do you return the wallet with all contents intact? I'm such a goody-two-shoes, I'd mail it all back.

Unless you *like* living in a gray wasteland

I don't understand why Truman doesn't host more organized tour days in the spring than winter. Wouldn't you feel more apt to attend a college that had some color rather than the black and white movie Kirksville seems to enjoy from November-February. Maybe it's just me, but I like seeing green grass and colorful flowers.

I Hope They Go Deaf in Three Years

Someone on the floor below me is playing their bass level so high right now my desk is literally vibrating from the sound waves. I kid y'all not.

Important Study Tip!

A combination of Linda Rondstadt, Switchblade Kittens, and other various punk covers does not increase your understanding of calculus. [Especially if you accidentally drum along to the beat on your calculator.]

And, for some reason, my hair is imitating Liv Tyler's style in "that thing you do!"

I'm sure all y'all are sick of hearing about how wonderful I feel after I finish a performance, but that's what you get for reading a theatre major's blog. I just can't describe the catharsis I feel after I hear the last line and drop character. Of course, I'm feeling the release of all the tension I built up for the performance, so this may not be the best system.

I'll tell you, though, getting a wonderful grade on a paper doesn't provide the same thrill.

Mayb I hav som prjudic against it?

For some reason, I keep leaving off the "e" at the end of "home." This has happened the last three or four times I've typed that word. (Just felt lik sharing)

This from the girl who was talking about her character's mother issues

There's some interesting names on MSN tonight. Just an observation.

Re-Memo to Self

To: Hannah
From: Hannah's brain
Re: chair angle

Hannah, if you want to stop falling backward while sitting at your desk, therefore bringing up much mockery and embarrassment upon your head, you need to stop leaning backward while the chair's already balanced at a 60-ish degree angle. Your knees can only grab so much of the ledge.

My life just got more confusing, if that's possible

I'm on the couch in my Sullivan home (my grandma is in my bed), checking up on my email for the first time all weekend. I have the interview portion of the new Harry Potter DVD because I love listening to the British accent. I bought a new outfit this afternoon, discovered my third favorite book series had a new book out, got an email from my Kumquat saying he was [finally] in film school in Seattle, and ended the entire night with kissing just outside the 'Sunny' Jim Bottomly Park. If I do say so, that's a good spot for a girl's first big kiss.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do right now. I think I'm just going to focus on the British people right now.

Because I know this will completely alter your life:

Tiffani (not that you should click on that link, since it hasn't changed since November) just started a new blog (yes, this is the link you want) where she promises to last more than two days. She's doing well--she hit three days and everything!

Consider yourself informed!

All I did was push "post & publish" and it magically disappeared!

[This used to be a post where I talked about how I was leaving Kirksville around 2:30 (thus arriving in Sullivan at 6:30-ish) and therefore may or may not make it to the high school play tonight for a variety of reasons and then expounded upon my various theatre nicknames until I finally ended. I paid particular attention to word choice throughout, utilized my time schedule to write all sorts of witty remarks, and even made a joke about gum. Unfortunately, it seems Blogger has decided such beautiful brilliance must remain hidden from the "freakin stupid" (to quote Brad) people of the universe and tucked it into a secret grotto under the sea or something. At least I managed a Little Mermaid song cue in this one.]

Limbo, Minus the Funky Music

It's 10:24 [Merv time] on Thursday night, and I'm still not certain whether I'll be back in Sullivan tomorrow night.

As y'all may have seen on the comment board, most everyone I know isn't going home this weekend (which makes sense since it *is* Easter break next weekend), but Megan had the possibility of making a trek down to St. Louis and offered me a ride if she ended up playing softball this weekend. Unfortunately, that didn't work out, and [double unfortunately] I didn't know this tidbit until lunch today.

Have I mentioned how much I love my parents and how sorry I feel for causing them extra stress this weekend?

The last email I receieved from the parents said they were playing phone tag with my grandma (who may or may not drive me home) and they would call me tonight. Here I sit.

Details as follow.

"Yo! Adr--I mean, Tiffani!

Tiffani, I'm posting this here instead of just emailing you because--I assume--if this is your homepage, you'll see it faster this way. You need to send me the address of your new blog [yes, everyone else, forget her old address, unless you *enjoy* that cosy feeling of certainty that there will never be anything new there again] so I can link and read and all that jazz.

Ooh, song cue!

Perhaps we should just *forget* the amount in the glass

Why *right now* is absolutely wonderful: I'm eating double-stuff Oreos, listening to freshly-networked Chopin on the computer, today's drawing lesson on my page-a-day calendar is of a squirrel (rock on, squirrels!), and I'm highly considering being unproductive for the rest of the evening.

Why *two minutes from now* will completely suck: I'll run out of milk and/or cookies, Chopin will end and I'll once more be able to fully hear Debbie holding whatever Star Trek related conversation she's having with whatever relative of hers always riles her into performing all the voices and explosions and what-not, and I'll remember just how much I have to do before next Tuesday and actually start working on some.

*Sigh.* At least the squirrels will always be there for me.

Now *That's* Amazing

Today (well, last night, but I didn't notice it then) the guestbook finally flip onto a second page! Yay! (Am I going to mention that a fair amount of those posts are from me? Nope nope nope.)

At least it's not detracting from *Brit*

I suppose if I truly felt motivated to finish my acting observation paper tonight (it isn't due until Monday but I have so much other stuff to do between then and now, 12:33 a.m.), I'd restrain myself from dancing around to "Stronger" by Britney Spears.

Actually, I suppose if I had any self-respect I'd avoid Ms. Spears altogether, but that's a different post.

One More Way to Avoid Brit Lit:

Quick shout-out to Tiffani, who just set this as her internet start up page because "it's just that good."

That's right, y'all. You're reading quality ravings here.

Lookie! Lookie!

During my random avoiding of Brit Lit (it's always Brit Lit, isn't it?), I found this site that posts new questions every Tuesday just for fun and figured, why not? Here we go!

April 8...The Who Is Edition
Who is:

1. Sexier (female)...Pamela Anderson or Jennifer Garner? Jennifer Garner; all Pam's got is tall shoes and fake...diamonds

2. Sexier (male)...Ben Affleck or Matt Damon? Matt Damon because he makes smarter career moves

3. The better piano player...Billy Joel or Elton John? My heart belongs to the Piano Man (AKA Billy Joel) (if you didn't know that, I am so so sad)

4. Funnier...David Letterman or Craig Kilborn? David Letterman. Kilborn just seems mean sometimes.

5. The dumber cartoon cat...Stimpy (of *Ren & Stimpy*) or Tom (of *Tom & Jerry*)? I never really watched "Ren and Stimpy" (lack of cable, you know), so I'll have to go with Tom

6. A better news anchor...Tom Brokaw or Dan Rather? I'm going to have to go with Dan by default because he hasn't annoyed me with praising his wonderful generation

7. A better TV chef...Emeril Lagasse or Jacques Pepin? Any one of the Iron Chefs could take these two! At the same time!

8. The trashier talk show host...Maury Povich or Jerry Springer? Jerry Springer, no question.

9. The worse fast food burger joint...McDonald's or Burger King? I don't eat burgers from either, I stick to the chicken products....I guess I'll say Burger King, because I don't like their toys as much.

10. Thought-provoking question of the week: Only a handful of U.S. Presidents have been considered to be *great* Of the following two, which one do you consider to be greater...Franklin D. Roosevelt or Abraham Lincoln? Why? I'll have to give extra snaps to Lincoln, if only because he didn't pull a "you need me...you want me!" thing and stay in office a couple extra terms (of course, that's probably because he died, but why quibble about details?)

General Question to the Universe

WHY IS IT SNOWING?!?! IN APRIL?!?!

I used to be one of y'all!

Has Mrs. Cox seen this yet?

An Observation

Trying to write a paper while listening to the Brian Setzer Orchestra and "Cha Cha Slide" doesn't work especially well, especially if this causes you to dance around at your desk, imparing your typing skills.

Fav Invitation of the Day:

"Here, come, sit...you want some chicken?"

(Interestingly enough, this came from the same person who had my favorite reason to see "Lysistrata," the last mainstage theatre show of the semester: "There's this scene where, if I was on-stage, I'd fall off laughing everytime.")

I'm starting to think people named Matt are around to cheer me up.

Quotes from Dinner

* "No, don't let it turn into a mullet!" (followed by "Ooh, I'll give you five dollars!")

* "I'm just eating potatoes."

* "For twenty points, how much is a gross?"

* "I guess he just doesn't like Don Henley."

and, my favorite snippet of conversation...

* "In the words of Jean-Luc Picard, 'If you were any other man, I would kill you.'"
- "You got a Star Trek quote wrong?!?"
- [collective gasp]
- "Don't worry, we'll forgive you."
- "Yeah, we'll laugh at you forever, but we'll forgive you."

Suggestion:

Read Brad's rant post from Saturday about drivers [and, slightly less, people who talk during movies, which drives me insane and almost caused the death of two of my friends just yesterday evening as they would not shut up while I was trying to watch "Best in Show."]

You may thank me later.

My New Acting Scene

Plus points:

*most of my lines start with "Thank you," equaling instant fudge time if I forget one

*my character's neurotic, just like me!

*I get to throw water in my partner's face

Negatives:

*say the wrong "Thank you" and you skip an entire page

*he throws water back in my face

Kovar, Take Note:

There's no feeling more wonderful than finding out your director had you in mind for a particular part even *before* the auditions and that you completely lived up to what she was looking for once you made it to the callbacks.

"Iffle-piffle-la-la-la"

I went to Wal-Mart and bought things I totally would've bought if I was in elementary school and had money. I think I need to stop indulging my inner seven-year-old before she becomes really spoiled and I despise her completely. (Right now she's still in the "spin around alot while making up new words" stage. I miss that stage.)

They say this one has a surprise ending.

All that jazz about my acting scene (see yesterday, when I ranted about trying to memorize a scene when we hadn't even picked it out yet [btw, we finally picked the scene around 10 last night] and how nervous it made me) came to an end today when my partner didn't show up for both blocking at 8 and coaching (with the teaching assistant, who probably handle the situation than the actual prof) at 10. I have to admit, I really didn't expect her to show up at eight this morning (if she couldn't stay awake at 3:30 yesterday afternoon, I didn't figure there was much hope for eight in the morning...though I didn't think of that until about 7:56 this morning), but I figured she'd actually make it to coaching, which is a major part of our grade. (I especially figured Lexy would pull herself out of bed after I woke her up at 9:20...not to mention the message at 8:15 and additional phone call around ten.)

So, what did I do for my half hour that I would've spent being coached by Jill, who's also my director for the one-acts? Ranted about Lexy, talked about partner problems (Steve from the time slot after mine was missing his partner, too, although A.J. [who, FYI-speaking, looks like Clay from American Idol] eventually showed up.), and discused how practice was going for the show (the last practice we played Sardines and Tag out on the quod until around midnight, which was great fun until I threw up in the BNB trash can, but we don't have to go there again).

The twist to all this, however, is from the phone call I got right before lunch. No, it wasn't Lexy (although I did call her after I got back from "coaching" and asked what happened--she fell asleep again), but Becky Becker, my acting professor, calling to say she'd had some choice words with certain people and reassigned partners: A.J. and Lexy were put together [may God grant mercy on both their souls] and I'm now with Steve. I'm actually a little surprised that Becky reassigned partners with a week before the performance, although, as she observed, Lexy and I certainly hadn't made much progress (I refrained from telling her what a massive understatement that was), so starting over wasn't a big deal.

Tra-la-la. Yet one more reason to love my one-act.

Copy-'n'-Paste Survey Time!

A - Age: 18 11/12

B - Best Quality: my height--I think it puts people at ease and then my personality explodes all over them

C - Choice of Meat: chicken, fried (and greasy beyond belief)

D - Dream Date: is John Cusack, circa the 80s, taken?

E - Escape: sunshine, frolicing with puppies (don't ask), stage managing, Diamond Mine

F - Favorite Food: New York cheesecake with Hershey's chocolate sauce on top

G - Greatest Accomplishment: being salutatorian without going completely neurotic

H - Happiest Day of Your Life: ooh, linkage!

I - Internal Conflicts: lack of confidence, motivation...uncertaintly about future (job, major, etc)

J - Jail Time: Not yet. (That's a joke, Mom.)

K - Kool-Aid: I don't really have the resources to make it in my dorm room, but for some reason I really like smelling the cherry stuff in the fridge when I go home

L - Love: family, friends (some more than others, and all in your own special ways), sunshine, laughter, that rush after finish a performance and I *know* it was awesome

M - Most Valued Thing I Own: do I own my soul? I suppose that's more God's than anyone else's, so I'll go with my graduation/birthday ring

N - Name: Hannah Elizabeth Smith

O - Outfit You Love: the red velcro tank top (with either "save ferris" or "rock lobster" as the current saying), dark blue capris, paris flip-flops, with either the vintage silver hair clip or the red rhinestone bobby-pin

P - Pizza Toppings: stringy goo-y cheese. Lots of it.

Q - Question You Want To Ask: My scene partner--Good Lord, are you *trying* to make me neurotic? My roommate--Why do you always turn around and look at me while I'm just there in the room...Do you find me that fascinating or are you just that boring to yourself? The universe--What's up with *me*?

R - Road Trip: Haven't taken one in awhile, but I'll jump in on one if anyone wants to throw it together before I get back (seniors, you have a free week...)

S - Sport To Watch: ice skating, I guess

T - Television Show: Gilmore Girls and Scrubs

U - Unique Habit: spinning in circles to memorize lines

V - Voice: changes on the mood (and how 7-year-old-ish I get....more so as the evenings go along, I'm sure)

W - Winter: is heinous in Kirksville, but I love it

X - X?: Sorry you lost your show, dude, but I bet someone still thinks the truth is still *still* out there (still) [that was just an excuse to use the same word three times]

Y - Your Name If You'd Been Born The Opposite Sex: Andrew. Ask my mom.

Z - Zodiac Sign: Taurus, although my Truman page is set to Sagitarious because I think it's a funny word

Hidden Talent

I'm sure Debbie can testify to this: no one can make such a production out of peeling [with a plastic knife] and eating [with my mouth] an orange than myself when I'm trying to boost my mood. (I'm not digging the orange juice in the keyboard, though. Small price to pay.)

I peeked...tomorrow is an umbrella

Yeah, I'm doing better now. There's nothing like compliments from friends about clothing and brilliant wit to improve a girl's day.

The pancake bar at supper helped, too.

How Apropos

The picture on my page-a-day calendar today features a rain cloud.

Not that *You* want to Know This

I suppose the lowest-highest point of yesterday would be ending the day by throwing-up in the trash can outside of the BNB dorms, although it kinda fit with the sucky day. (No, it wasn't *completely* wretched--I had a blast playing tag and sardines with the rest of the cast of my one-act.) I've come to the conclusion that the under-the-weather-ness I've felt off and on for the past couple of weeks is from stressing myself to illness....so at least now I can try and correct it.

It doesn't help that I'm supposed to perform a completely memorized and blocked scene tomorrow for coaching and my partner and I haven't picked a scene yet. (Yes, if it were up to me, we would've had one last Saturday, at least.) We will not go into my feelings on this at this time.

Is it break yet?

Linkage!

This cheered me up so much, I had to give it its own post: Behold! Brad's Beginners Guide to the Internet (Or should I say....INTRANET....lollollollol)

You'll understand in a moment.

I amuse myself easily

I am the number 2 I am friendly _

what number are you?

this quiz by orsa

Chalk War Update

We've extended beyond the "war-no war-yes war" etc crossing out battle to changing the labels of the chalk outlines ("Iraqi mother" to "Iraqi Terrorist" to "Iraqi citizen" to "Iraqi thug" etc).

In an extra special touch, one of the fanatics found some dark pink chalk and added "blood" to certain outlines. I also liked the smiling pink bomb shooting toward "Iraqi father murderer."

At least they're getting artsy now.

Yet *Another* Reason to Make my Mother Nervous

I don't know if we just go extra violent in Acting today (we were imitating little kids, so that probably helped) or if I'm not living up to my full grace potential [in case you didn't know, "Hannah" means "grace"...people who know this think it's a real hoot how uncoordinated I am, despite my name], but I ended up with a very bloody right big toe. Everyone else got a break while I got to make a field trip up to the scene shop to find band-aids and clean off my foot before heading back to class. I suppose that's one reason not to wear flip-flops, huh? (Not that I'm going to listen to that reason, but it's still there.)

Taken from Real Email:

GOOD MORNING VIET-HANNAH! ;)

(Yeah, I know it's not much, but it made me giggle. Ta da.)

Memo to Debbie:

Sometimes it's better to let the actual actors on the movie say their lines...I think they can handle it without you speaking along with them (and I'd handle it better that way, also, now that you mention it....)

To quote my SA, "Sweetness!"

Jennifer updated! Yay! I suddenly have the urge to check all the other blogs on my list to see if they've also updated since I check them two minutes ago (or is that just my Brit Lit talking...?)

Mommy, it'll be okay.

I haven't seen the actual script yet, but it looks like more stage kissing is in store for fearless blogger! Now, the question is whether I tell the 'rents before (when they [and by "they" I mean my mother] might grow concerned) or after (when it would be more explaining why I hadn't mentioned it before) the actual show.

No, I think *you* missed the point.

So, all of Truman is buzzing because of the crazy chalking antics of the various pro/against-war groups on campus. On Monday morning, the campus woke up to find chalk outlines of bodies with "Saudi mother," "American soldier," "British brother," "Israeli daughter," "Kurdish student" etc written in them. Let me tell y'all, it's a little creepy to walk around a campus with chalk outlines all over the place.

This lead to interesting breakfast conversation about whether or not the Peace Patrol (as they've been dubbed) went too far to try and make their point: the war affects everyone, soldier and otherwise.

The next time I saw the outlines, the message had changed a little. Totally opposite from the Peace Patrol (PP) are the fanatic military people (not the ROTC, they have more class than that) who can't let the PP do anything without commenting. Obviously, the fanatics went and invested in some chalk of their own because the labels had changed from "Kurdish mother" to "Kurdish thug," "Saudi child" to "Saudi terrorist" and the like. The others, such as British, American, etc, now included messages about how "Saddam killed you!"

Supper conversation: should we just lock the PP and fanatics in a room and not let them out until they're friends and/or kill each other?

As if both of those didn't enter the range of "Taking it Too Far," today I discovered the fanatics made new outlines featuring the names of actual soldiers killed in battle. Before, I'd kinda laughed at the ongoing war (ironic, huh?) between the two groups, but this is too much. C'mon people--do you have no respect for fallen soldiers? Even if you don't believe in the war, you should see that's too much....and it was the fanatics who did it! (I *am* happy to say the PP left those alone.)

Whether you believe in war or not, you still need to show support for the people who have to go and actually fight in it. If nothing else, they can take all the faith and prayer we can supply them.

More details as they explode.

I may *look* calm...

but inside an entire Greek chorus is belting "Walkin' on Sunshine" as I spontaneously grow six inches taller. I can't help but smile at everyone around me (even people I despise) and someone should take my picture right now and slap in on a magazine cover. That's right, y'all, I got a part in the one-acts and I couldn't be more jazzed about being onstage again than I am at this moment. And don't it feel good, now don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it , don't it...

I'm laughing, but...

It's the kind of laughter where if things weren't so funny, I'd be punching a wall or something. I just went to check the cast lists for the one-acts and discovered (though not all that quickly, I'm ashamed to say) that all the directors decided to make up fake lists as an April Fools Day joke.

I *will* say, however, that I wouldn't mind seeing RuPaul and Tim Curry be part of the "Scenes from Rent" cast--that just has such possibility. (I doubt Zeus would feel like making an appearance in the show about incest, though...)