Saturday, October 29, 2005

"Listen to that awesome feedback solo!"

The concert was a pretty fantabulous time, despite the two person mosh pit on the right and the seven foot tall guys on the left (first - shut up, second - if you're that tall, you'll be okay standing a little farther back from the stage and not, say, in front of me).

Anyway, fantastic stuff. The opening act was way better than expected and I'm now sorry SAB is screwing them over. Double points for the keyboard/guitarist who looked and acted like Charlie from Lost.

(I must interrupt this post to quote David, upon exiting my room: "I could've been a character on Seinfeld, you know that?")

The actual CAKE portion of the precedings was above my expectations, what with the 90 minutes of showtime advertised actually being 90 minutes of showtime. There were sing-a-longs, toy musical instruments, and much bantering. Apparently, for every song downloaded for free, CAKE deserves a free sandwich. You'll be eating for awhile.

The best part was the *four* song encore, which hit the song everyone knows ("Short Skirt, Long Jacket") that I thought would be the closer because everyone knows it, and if I hadn't been so sad that they hadn't played my fav song yet I would've noticed they were jabbering too much to be actually through. They popped into "Reluctantly crouched at the starting line..." before I could even notice and finally hit "The Distance." Fine way to end a concert.

Though that elevator ride with ten of my "closest" friends was pretty spectacular...

Wednesday, October 26, 2005


I'm suddenly completely and utterly exhausted, most likely because I told myself all day long that I couldn't collapse until after 11, when I finished scene rehearsal (after I finished one-act read-through, after the ambassador update session, after two classes, after a meeting, after two other classes, after finally pulling myself out of bed this morning and not stopping). Of course, instead of falling into bed, like I should, I'm on blogger and Facebook, debating playing some YahooGames, and itching at a freckle that was never all that itchy before and certainly wasn't quite that color and wow should I be concerned nevermind sleepy.

Y'all come here for my excellent English ability, don't you? Promise to be at least productive, if not asleep.
Christmas time is near/Happiness and cheer

It's always hard to put together a Christmas list, as there are plenty of things that I want, but--by putting them on a list that gets sent out to everyone else who will then pick and choose off or on that as they may--it prevents me from snagging, say, the boxset of Cinderella that I drool over every time I pop to Wal-Mart. With the extra drawings. And original piece of film. Ugh.

Monday, October 24, 2005

In other news, I'm probably too calm about the impending callbacks.

I apparently can't go to bed without playing Dynomite now. Meh.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

In other news, what other gums exist that Big Red needs to make a claim of "America's #1 Cinnamon Gum? Can anyone even name another brand of cinnamon gum, because if not, I don't think they should feel so threatened.

I'm down to my last pack of gum. Confound you, script study!

Friday, October 21, 2005

It's due on Sunday now, by the by

For a moment there, I thought my entire script study had disappeared into, I don't know, wherever Mr. Paperclip goes when I shoo him away, and I would have to start from a much shorter length because I never remember to save until something like this happens.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Excuse me?

Apparently there's buzz on my show. With people who want to be specifically in it and stuff. What are these people thinking?
Two random comments that prove that college life is worth living

* "...and then they cut off three toes from her left foot so she'd never be able to figure skate again. You don't mess with the ISU." -Devin, on Tonya Harding's punishments after the Nancy Kerrigan debacle

* "Thank you for flying Amtrak! ... That's what they said. Well, I guess it might've been 'calling Amtrak,' but I don't think so." -David, dealing with the Amtrak ticket office

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

I'm literally holding it as I type, which is actually kinda difficult

I have word in-hand that I'm approved to graduate in May 2006. With both majors and the minor. With only 13 hours next semester. And with Truman probably totally happy to stop paying for my college experience.

I have to hand it to application checker guy, he/she (I can't read the signature) sure knows how to make a girl fret about her future.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Please skip if you don't feel like hearing about how sucky I feel, in slight detail

I've been feeling a little ill lately, which started as a general feeling of blah and has evolved into often feeling like I'm about to throw up the food I just ate. Not the most pleasant, obviously, but there you have it. This actually feels quite like freshman year, spring semester when I spent most of the March-April-May months starting my day in the bathroom after a bright morning breakfast and triggered an approximate reverse freshman fifteen.

I'm not certain what's causing this current bout (despite all my stress, lack of sleep, and questionable food choices, etc etc etc). I'm certainly helping at the moment, what with all the sugar and late night paper writing I've done. I just know the low point of anyone's week is reading the EW Star Wars article while sitting in the shower stall, close enough to the "just in case" point.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Check one, please.

I can't quite bring myself to fill out the housing intent form yet, seeing as a large portion focuses on School Year from 2006-2007, and I just don't feel like signing away my options yet.

Registar, tell me if I'm graduating or not!

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Writing a paper, need something to chew

I've gone through three packs of gum today (three!) and old Reese peanut butter cups taste like soap.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Road trippin'

From yesterday's I-guess-it-was-brief-but-it-really-was-longer-than-expected road trip to Columbia, I now have:

* a road trip mix, after the fact

* the unicorn song is the new "just keep swimming"

* velcro pants, angel wings, and Mr. Owl, oh my!

* a guide point for the thought "too much cheese" (made up for by way great breadsticks)

* new prostatot fodder

* the sad ability to do my business paper, what with my own copy of Crimson Tide and all

* had too much sing along time to Spice Girls

* a lessened urge to purchase white go-go boots

* possible plans to hit England AND Ireland next year

Hope knows, even after all these years, the way to this girl's heart is through Post-It Notes.

(This is officialy post #1111 (a way cooler pride point than 1000, though that's some because I missed it) and the week of The Toast's third year anniversary, so I should totally do some memorializing and stuff, but I'm busy consuming my lunch of hot pocket and minute maid and apparently advertising for all sorts of people who don't need my aid.)

Friday, October 14, 2005


I am shocked and saddened about how accurate some of these are.

1. Hannah needs your support!!!!!!!!!!!

2. Do your bit! Hannah needs your help

3. Hannah needs a hug

4. Hannah needs a home and a good daily walk

5. Hannah needs help are YOU in New Jersey?

6. Piedros - the specially adapted boots that Hannah needs in order to use the David Hart walker.

7. Hannah needs to apply lots of make-up so she can perform in her latest dramatic role.

8. Hannah needs puppets

9. Hannah needs to grow the hell up, she's whining over a man who does not want her.

10. Hannah needs long term prayer.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

I attend the Harvard of the Midwest!

I should not find it impossible to break into my Lunchables packaging!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005


Please direct all your responses from Caleb's post right here.
Ranting, Please Ignore

I'm mostly sick of those short, one-liner posts I keep, um, posting, and am fully planning to drop some crazy long thing with multiple paragraphs and crap, but at the moment all I can really think about is how frustrating trying to get actors for your scene is, especially when people who put their name on the list are now too busy to actually live up to the obligation it kinda says you'll fulfill AND some people would if they were not already in a scene that I know is taking up about five to six people. I just want my three people for my squirrely little Saki scene that goes up in exactly three weeks from today (counting all this weekend when I can't count on being able to rehearse seeing as people want to flee Kirksville while they have the extra day to travel).

And there's a paragraph anyway.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

It's hilarical!

Melissa's such a sweet spirited girl.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Just listed


Thursday, October 06, 2005

It's great to stay up late

You know the computer's mocking you as you work on your homework when it plays "Good Morning" from Singin' in the Rain at 3:43 a.m.

Shut it, Merv.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

State Report

I feel slightly vomitous at the moment, which is always a great way to approach your business class and terribly pointless senior seminar. I should possibly stop eating those c-store rice bowls for awhile.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


The green sprinkles on the (otherwise) delicious strawberry frosted Pop-Tarts always kinda freak me out. The other colors blend well together, even with the redish filling, but the green always seems to pop out like neon-painted mold. Why I'm quibbling over the coloring of such an already artifical product is beyond me. That's like being upset about the radioactive orange of Easy Cheese because I like my aerosal foods classy, thanks.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'

I'm in the box office, we opened late because the manager was running behind to get to her class, and I just now noticed I have no cash box. It's a good thing tonight's show is free and will be the majority of my business, because otherwise we'd have to reserve a lot more tickets than we hopefully will.

Should I also mention that I fell asleep before 2 a.m. (maybe even 1:00), haven't had breakfast yet, and will probably feel the need to punch something by the end of the day? (No real reason on that last one, just because.)

Monday, October 03, 2005

Coincidence? Definitely.

The house goes on the market tomorrow! Cinderella finally comes to DVD tomorrow!

Soon we'll hopefully have a new place and I can see all my stuff again! Soon I'll have a new DVD and can clear that space off my computer again!

Oh, the new rooms to explore! Oh, the special features to explore!

I'm stopping this craziness, mostly because it's pointless, but also because I forgot that I downloaded the newest HP4 spot last night and haven't watched it yet.
MELISSA: So, Hannah, when did you finally go to bed?

To quote: If we put in Dr. Zhivago now, it'll be finished just in time for me to grab breakfast before my 8:30 class.
Seriously, Hannah, go to bed.

I hope this is just as funny in the morning. Wait, I mean the real people morning.

(It's already funnier than when I mis-typed everything in my right hand up above, so I'm hoping for the future.)
Maybe you shouldn't actually check the time.

Things I have done lately because I couldn't fall asleep:

* Just now? Been attacked by a giant bug.

* fought the urge to go all Donna Reed and bake cookies

* watched several movies, including Sister Act 2, When Harry Met Sally, and Strictly Ballroom

* did my lab write-up four days before it's due

* updated [in a major rehaul fashion] my resume

* Dynomite. Lots of Dynomite.

* finally cleaned out and organized my desk drawers

* re-ordered the top shelves of my closet

* did laundry

* caught up on Gilmore Girls and Lost

* deleted a bunch of computer files I haven't used in forever

* updated Facebook, of course

* walked the halls in an effort to find the elusive sleep

* made fun of the Ambien (perscription sleep aid) commercial

* Seriously, Mr. Bug, go away.

(ETA - Not just tonight, people, I totally did laundry at 2:15 a.m. last week.)
Note the time.

Is it bad that I feel like making cookies?

Saturday, October 01, 2005

1 tb. flour, 1/2 tissue, 5 in. string

Sometimes what helps someone else feel better inevitably turns into what I needed myself. Case in point: about twenty minutes ago when Colin needed to get rid of agression and it ended with his roommate, Cale, plastering me with one of the flour bombs that missed him and led to a massive vaccumming of the hallway. Next time, however, I'm making someone feel better outside.