ALL CAPS MAKES ME FEEL SPECIAL

I'm suddenly terribly sleepy, but also waiting for a return phone call from someone who I haven't spoken to in awhile and miss. Sleep can wait, at least for a bit.

I finally have milk again. Yum, yummy. (Also, I'm now turning into a 2% girl, and I believe we can all thank both Jessica and London's 4+% cream for that.)

It was so wonderful to have a day to go into work and not have to do things for Red Fern, even if I ended up doing things for Red Fern anyway.

That Grease show is entirely too addicting, though I can now understand the appeal of American Idol more than before.

I can't get too specific seeing as nothing's finalized yet, but [NAME] is about to [VERB ACTION], and I'm so [EMOTION] for [NAME].


There. I did all my short sentences in one big post and broke the habit I'd been getting into.

four months later

I'm actually beginning to feel like I have a roommate, and not just someone I happen owe money for cable every month.

FYI

Blow-drying your hair at nine o'clock at night isn't effective for anything.

taking corners too fast

My hand still hurts from where I whammed it into the drinking fountain.

SO ALL ARE AWARE:

We wish to apologize for this website over the past few days. We know that Hannah was experience much anger toward the world (or, specifically, one light designer) and needed an outlet for such. While the management cannot guarantee that the worst is over, we can promise more posts focusing on the positive of life.

For instance, in the midst of the past few days, Hannah was officially placed in charge of stage managing the final mainstage of the season, "Pride and Prejudice." (We imagine that you have not only heard of it, but also that some of you just *squeed.*) This is an amazing show of confidence in her abilities, and Hannah has felt more pride than fear about this accomplishment.

Hannah is also currently wear an incredibly comfortable pair of pants, and has consumed some delectable cream soda this evening, so that has also improved life.

Again, we hope that, in the future, we can prevent such a supreme outpouring of bile, at least when so firmly directly at a single subject. Seriously, let's spread things around a little, okay?

Thanks, The Management

Here, I'll put it into Facebook terms:

Hannah is swamped, but holding her own.

battling stress with accessories

When you know it's going to be A Day, you wear a slightly more casual wardrobe, planning on not going back to the box office to hopefully finish whatever changes need to be made to paperwork without such lasting until 1 a.m.

When you know it's going to be A Day, you pull out the lucky earrrings.

When you know it's going to be A Day, you wonder if anyone would say anything about a random tiara, and just how much snark you could throw back in their direction.

mostly for Melissa

Pages I have questions: 12, 4, 16, 19, 22, 27, 26, 32, 37, 42, 43, 44, 45, (and then I stopped trying because there were all sorts of cues that couldn't possibly exist as currently planned)

I've moved beyond vindictive; I want to be petty (which is simply the more high school version of vindictive) and refuse to talk to him all day tomorrow. If nothing else, there will be A Tone.

Also, I did go for the tiara, which led to me explaining to the rest of the apartment folk about what wearing a tiara means in such a place as my world. Also, any random boa wearing means they should give me chocolate immediately, as things must be truly off.

I'm trying not to fall asleep angry, but it's a hard battle.

(to tack on to before)

I decided to go with goldfish and a root beer left in the fridge from the last time the Gents visited (I would link, but that would be part of the epic post that never finished). It seemed to work wonders. I'm currently following it up with some sparkling Welch's that I believe is slightly expired, but that extra kick just makes life interesting...right?

somewhat ill

I've been gracefully sneezing for most of today, and--though I was feeling quite toasty while everyone else was freezing this morning--my temperature's running a few degrees lower than my standard 99. I've been running around like crazy (which won't end soon), often in crummy (cold and/or wet) weather. Above all, I'm due for my biannual brush with sickness which always manages to strike when I have no time to rest, relax, and recover.

I can't decide whether I want to eat some more food (Did I mention that I keep missing lunch shifts due to putting out Red Fern fires this week? That'll help things.) or just force myself into sleep early.

As the universe continues to find ways to improve my day after the exhausing hour immediately post-rehearsal, I say, "keep 'em coming."

A Tootsie Roll just fell into my lap. This possibly occurred completely by magic, as I wasn't holding anything that should've had Tootsie Rolls attached (the carton of ice cream and a cup of milk) and it certain didn't magically appear tangled in my "just off the bed" blanket.

It's the little things (and the bubble baths) that combat the headaches.

Company Meeting, and the Ever Hoped For Ice Storm

Ice? How do you know?
-If you step outside and fall down, it's ice.

At no time do you put yourself in danger to reach a meeting. Now, a performance...that's different.

A Brief Message (to someone who will probably never read it anyway, which is fine as then he doesn't know this site exists)

I am not, nor do I wish to be, a stage manager 24/7. Do not attempt to push off your mistakes on other people, especially when you're double busy trying to reassure those some people that "it's not a big deal."

(See, this is why I just avoid talking to you anymore. And you are not allowed to call me "darlin.")

(And have I mentioned all the new Yahoo Games recently downloaded onto Merv?

There's nothing like a stack of paperwork and a rainy day to lead you to pointless endevours.

Geez, I'm posting a lot lately.

For all the people who I promised I'd try and get them my somewhat-immediate schedule: here's a start.

(Unless it's now going to stop doing that, seeing as I drew attention to the fact...)

(Yeah, I don't know why the new template--for some reason--hides the top post until you scroll down and then back up to it. Just think of it as a fun new quirk?)

(continuing from earlier)

The Powers That Be are very pleased with my work in the Rotunda, so much so that they want to train me on mainstage shows, also (for variety and the possibility of other people getting to take vacation sake).

This will involve a week span in March when I'll be working on *four* different shows at the same time. I'll also run the beginning of rehearsals when the almighty artistic director becomes simply "the director."

There are other things afoot (mostly good, though some slightly unnerving in a terrifically positive way), but you don't have the security clearance to know them....yet.

I'm off to sleep while I can.

But there's a jackalope now!

(I miss the purple, too.)

Still Processing

< There will be a post here...eventually. I have to first check calendars and continue breathing and accept the compliment buried within it all and then I'll let people know what's going on. >

(for the sake of updating somehow)

I was feeling sleepy, so I ate some ice cream. I believe we're aware that this is the sort of logic I like to use in everyday life.

I'm working on a huge, epic-type post...that will soon turn less huge and epic simply so I can actually get it posted.

Meanwhile, I've been sleeping bunches, perhaps to make up for this weekend/last week when I way less than my alotted amount.

The show is coming together, and--miracle upon miracles--we should have almost all the props by the end of the week.

My current book keeps depressing me, so I'm half reading "The Innocent Man" and half reading "The Princess Bride" to combat things.

Parents: I should call you sometime.

Friends who sent packages: they should be redelivered tomorrow. Also, yours should arrive sometime next week.

It would be muchas easier to finish projects if I could have just one at a time.

this is my island in the sun

We finally got heat again this morning, on the day when we're supposed to have a high in the mid-70s.

This is also the morning after the night when the heat was turned all the way up in an effort to perhaps kick-start warmth back thru the vents.

The venture was a good idea, but three days too late.

famous last words

If it holds true that however you spend the top of the new year will spread into how you spend the rest of the year, then I'm about to see 365 days of late night Uno games, Firefly marathons followed by yoga and Billy Joel, graham cracker-icing sandwiches, and (as the very top of midnight showcased) starting the celebrating on time--but early by JCG's watch--while attempting not to accidentally pour apple juice on anyone's fancy attire.

Bring it, 2007. I've already spent more time on feather boas this year than the last, and that can't mean anything but awesome.