PREVIOUS POST CANCELLED DUE TO GROUCHINESS

I was about three sentences in on writing a post about how my pet peeves are growing due to Impending Vacation Not Yet Here-ness when I realized that it was suffering more from People Don't Want to Read How Grouchy You Are-itis. Instead (since I'd prefer not to turn into that "Hey, you kids get off my lawn!" person), I offer you Things That Make Me Giddy:

* I have the full Saturday off, and might finally be able to see a certain 3D Pixar movie. (The indirect giddiness here: movie popcorn butter!)

* I am *not* the one currently leading shift drills on the mainstage, and that will always be a great plus in my life.

* 19 days....

* Have you seen the video for She&Him's "Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?" Where she's a zombie or something (I don't know what, but there's a bunch of fake blood), but it still manages to be the cutest, bounciest song in the world?

* My top left desk drawer started out holding office supplies, but it has morphed into a strange collection of CDs instead over time.

* Even when I'm not stage managing (such as the next two months or so), I still get paid to sit at a desk and create forms in Excel. If that doesn't bounce you out of bed in the morning [when the "you" is a slightly OCD type with a love of spreadsheets and being paid], I don't know what will.

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Since we're opening "Steel Magnolias" next week and have turned the stage into a beauty parlor, I had the props mistress cut my hair yesterday after work in one of the swanky salon chairs. There are pictures somewhere, but I haven't seen them yet. I have Rory Gilmore college hair again.

I keep making to-do and packing lists for London, but I should save my time and paper since I seem to rewrite the same things every time. Frankly, I'm just happy that I haven't pulled out the suitcase and practiced packing yet.

I'm finished with shows for the season, so now I have two months of trying to make Scheduling seem like a full-day job. Most days it's not even a half-day job, and--now that my computer has gone fritzy--I'm running low on projects. (Ignoring, of course, obvious things such as revamping the company stage management handbook or helping box office make renewal calls, two projects that I keep avoiding.) How's that for being a responsible adult? I just want to play Bubble Blaster.

WHO ATE MY TRACK RATINGS?!

Ahem.

I had a crick in my neck when I woke up this morning, and--oddly enough--such things only get worse when you spend your day up and down ladders, checking lights, moving props, etc. Someone (I actually think it was me, but it was too long enough to be sure) left a bag of broccoli in the freezer at the theater, and it's spent most of the day cradling my shoulder.

I don't know why I'm so obsessed with Mazzy Star's "Into Dust," but I think a small part of it is the Firefly-esque trill at the end of the track.

If we don't manage to pull off these "Waiting for Godot" tickets after all the talk of Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen, I think the world may beat us up.

Is it weird that I only seem to post in [usually] longer Twitter-style, disjointed posts anymore?

What cheese is made backwards?

Oh! How I love my post-4:30 riddle hunt for the next day's show!

(3) Charging the KLIC-7001 battery

I cannot explain (nor understand, really) how much I love reading instruction manuals. Maybe when the actors finally push me over the edge, I'll find a job editing technical manuals and live in strangely satisfied bliss. (Or not. Depends on how I react when they first push me over the edge.)

We may have lodgings set by the end of the day, depending on how much a certain brother wishes to stick with his "no, really, I don't have an opinion" mantra. Interestingly enough, the two places I stayed in London last time both made the final list. One of us (read: me) will just need to decide if it's worth the extra $40 to sleep in a room with two less beds.

I wish I'd marked on my calendar when I first started to alphabetically listen to my iPod. (What? Then I can rate everything and make my vaguely OCD side feel great!) I'm over a fourth through my entire collection, but I can't gauge how long it will take to finish if I don't remember when I began.

I've only seen one disc of one season, but I love you already, Doctor Who. Now I'll be on a TARDIS hunt this summer, too.

Someday I would like to think I would post in a long format again.

My Ta-Daa days are over the foreseeable future. We had a nice crowd of kids, only one wanted to punch me (and that was only after she'd been adorable for 3/4 of the night), and--since the head fan wasn't working--I had one of the better workouts I've had since mandatory P.E. classes. Way to be, acting bug.

Seeing as it's fifteen minutes before the end of the day, I think I'm safe to say that I've successfully avoided feeling bored enough to read "Voice of the Prairie" (the play based on Laura Ingalls Wilder that we're producing next season) another day. I don't have anything against LIW, but what I've heard about the play (it's supposed to be very "and then this happened...and then this happened...and then...") doesn't endear it to my heart.

The PR department is letting everyone update bios for the company wall, playbill, and wherever else they might be needed. While I haven't been here too terribly long, it's weird to think that I still had things to change. My previous bio was all pre-ADP work, even when I got to rewrite a shorter version for the P&P playbill at the end of my intern year. I actually have favorite shows from Texas (including a magic show!) to list, shows that would make my favorite productions whether I wanted to list something from my current theater or not.

Now I feel the need to update my resume, but I'll save that for home. Mixed with my plane ticket and my talk of children's theater I plan to see while abroad [how junior year of me], it probably wouldn't inspire much confidence in my whole "I swear I'm coming back, guys!" story.

ambition

this blog post makes me inexplicably happy, as it proves that there's a [sort of] way to fulfill my ambition to be The Muppet Show's stage manager...while simultaneously becoming friends with Tina Fey. Score!

stay away, karate twins (but power rangers welcome)

I'd post about my Adventures in Laundry from last night (because who *can't* do without a good story involving rinsing and wringing an entire load of laundry after finding it several inches deep in standing water?), but instead I'll alert the world that I'll be dancing in the bug suit again tonight at the Kirkwood Chick-fil-A. Tomorrow will be an encore performance at the Fondren location.

I'm going to attempt to install some contacts in the hopes that tonight's frolicing will be less fuzzy.

hiccups

Ta-Daa and the Chick-fil-A cow are dancing fools.

I want to name the gapping hole in our hallway ceiling because I think it might be there for awhile. Might as well be able to say "hey!" to Jerry or Enrique or whatever.

I had to stop reading my book on Sesame Street history this morning because I reached Jim Henson's memorial service and didn't want to cry in front of twenty other bus riders.

Why oh why am I this sore from *roller skating?* (Related: who remembered that skating parties were so very awesome?)

[I'm fairly calm about this right now, but should dissolve into jumping and dolphin sounds in about three hours.]

I seem to have just purchased a [round trip! don't worry, theater!] ticket to London this summer.

thoughs while eating a bag of uncooked ramen

I haven't eaten this since high school, probably while waiting outside the Muny.

Has this always been this messy? ... And now my desk is covered with oriental flavor dust.

I should go grocery shopping.

Hope would be really proud that I still do this, even if it hasn't been for years.

Shoot, I need to get Hope a wedding congrats card!

If I'd thought of that before I ate the noodles, I could've gone to CVS for the card *and* food.

I better end this lunch with a plane ticket.

karate chop twins

I just reached the point of the night when everything became funny. Normally, this hits at post-1 a.m. (If you cannot see the date stamp on this post, it's only 10:09.)

I'll be able to post some Chick-fil-A bug pics, hopefully tomorrow afternoon when I'm no longer in tech for the ridiculous rainbow show.

Wow, am I tired and sweaty and still at the theater. Off to remedy all three.