blurry white

If there's anything that can pop me out of bed, suddenly fully awake, it's catching a glimpse out the window of the still falling, snow covered world.

As of 2-7-06, 1:57 a.m.

* I figured, after all the pickles (meaning all the pickles), it might be prudent to use the extra strong, mint-tinged toothpaste rather than my now standard no-extra-flavoring flavor. Instead, my tounge tastes like I ate way too many pickles and followed them up with a couple Thin Mints filled with Colgate. Yum.

Ambassader Perks Strike Again!

I know who the spring comedian is, and would possibly attend (on reputation alone), if he wasn't appearing the *same confounded weekend as my play.*

Still....I know before you know.....

As of 2-6-06

Some Thoughts:

* There's a point in every movie when you just have to stop whatever "productive" type project is currently occuring and watch until the end. For me, this happens when we hit the Door Storage section of "Monsters, Inc.," especially once Boo's attacking Randall.

* The best play rehearsals involve moments of deep off-topic-ness, such as tonight's diverging into Homestar Runner (specifically Lil' Bruther and the Teen Girl Squad).

* Related: did anyone else realize you can get [select] Strong Bad e-mails for your video iPod...basically meaning anyone with iTunes can now experience the glory of Children's Book, Lil' Brother, and Techno at any moment of the day? Because...dang.

* A normal human being would cry/vomit after consuming the number of pickle spears currently sloshing in my stomach. My reaction? Yum-yummy, with just a slight touch of "anything else to eat?"

* Related: This Melissa-Aaron thing is a good thing.

Conflicted

I'm wishing a little, even now, that I'd auditioned for "Violet" this afternoon. I finally snatch the time to read the script around Wednesday and that had basically settled matters for me--there's some questionable bits that I wouldn't feel comfortable acting in the part I really liked/was best for--though I still waivered as time approached. I think I've just wanted to be in (as in "onstage" not "backstage") a stage musical for so long that I'm almost willing to forgive things that would drop it flat in a standard play. Plus, I love the country twang and we all know this. Maybe I'll audition for the lab show (which I haven't finished reading) and temporarily itch the acting bug that pops up after awhile all the time.

Other news: my Worlds of Fun Peanuts character/stage technician application is finished and ready to hit the mailbox. Also, I recently discovered Starlight Theatre, where I'd basically vowed never to work again to not deal with the crazy, has implimented an Education intern position to work with the Education Director (who I loved last summer) on various children-related projects. I'm just a little nervous about summer start times, seeing as I now plan on being out of the country most of May. What's that? You haven't heard about the two week London-Dublin excursion now possibly taking up to five people? That would be because the paperwork-type parts only formed on Saturday night and I had rehearsal instead of calling-home-time Sunday afternoon. Mom, Dad--I'll send you an email about details, but let's be realistic. I'm pretty much getting my passport stamped this summer whatever your reaction is...and I'll send you some postcards from the lovely hostels.

Grace

I'd like to mark this milestone, as it's the first time I've fallen over backwards in my desk chair since moving into Ryle. Despite not having a "cushion" of plastic Rubbermaid containers behind me, and falling at such an angle that my right big toe ended up under the chair (with everything else on top), I'm fine. And hoping for an awesome bruise.

Unsupervised

When there's no one else around, Meredith and I WILL end up watching the Food Network at 1 a.m., and we WILL mock the bridezillas and their fairy tale, $70,000 Disney weddings.

BRILLIANT!

I must always from now on trust my brother completely when it comes to never-seen-before movie purchases, as "Rock'n'Roll High School" might be the most inspired piece of music-movie lunacy I've ever seen ... and that was before the giant mouse showed up.


Other things accomplished for the earlier list: iTunes stuff, reading "Merchant of Venice," preliminary London/Dublin planning (Vikings!), eating

this from the girl who was seven yesterday, cowboy boots and all

Forget previous weekend plans, I suddenly have a deep urge to do something that supports sparkily earrings and popcorn. Suggestions? Maybe it's the easiest way to get out of the room without having any true place to go.

the cold hard truth

Things I Should Do This Weekend (in hopes that I'll see this every single time I go to YahooGames and reevaulate):

* read Merchant of Venice
* sketch some preliminary puppet ideas
* work on props movement list for mainstage
* rewrite/decipher finance notes
* summer searches - internships, jobs, etc
* work on senior sem project, now that it seems to be narrowed some
* memorize lines for Shakespeare

Things I'll End Up Doing Instead (because it *is* the weekend, I don't have a roommate, and finance is boring):

* continue the music obsessive organizing thanks to the beauty of iTunes
* scrapbook, maybe
* watch "Rock 'n Roll High School" since I don't think Melissa cares about the Ramones
* summer searches - London/Dublin trip deals
* convince myself to audition for "Violet" again, then re-unconvince self
* eat

11:59 p.m.

This was--in my mind, plotting it out--supposed to be a following of my schedule on this, the first day of February. Life turns out random enough, hilarious enough, sugar-filled enough already but really jets up the equation on only three hours of sleep. Of course, that three hours part is starting to catch up now that I've been [mostly] sitting still for long enough to calm down. Instead, I offer a paragraph of no particular order and greatly lacking proper punctuation. Huzzah!

* techno remixes of old Southern songs * St. Badger (a hold-over from Monday) * Squid Squad! Squid Squad! * pizza box autographs * finally reading the Violet script; finally deciding not to audition * staking out the classroom for the blessed Minute Maid * the venemous platypus and the inflaitable scarecrow * Viva La Resistance! (more later) * tag-team arm wrestling * mental list of most quotable people * tight pants * Disney's "High School Musical" * the world's tiniest crackers * 3:30 a.m. Billy Joel sing-along once Melissa fell asleep * did I mention the three hours of sleep? *

truth no. 2

1. I have an irrational fear of zombies popping out of my dorm room shower if and only I walk into the bathroom and the shower curtain is mostly closed where I can't see the other side. Apparently that creates the perfect place for lil' zombies to hide....and apparently "Shaun of the Dead" sticks with me, since that's probably where I first got the idea.

2. This automatically reminds me of my irrational love of "Toxic" by Britney Spears. The "irrational" title doesn't completely fit, since I remember first liking it at my sophomore year theatre banquet for reasons I don't need to share. The love must come from more than a single memory, however, because that's certainly not enough for the hooks to dig in such deep claws.

in honor of oscar noms

Best email subject line: Jesus and the kittens

"But, Honey, if I sit, who’s going to dance?" -Tasha, "Isn't It Romantic?"

I'm having a bit of an issue at the moment in pulling together my piece of humor writing for tomorrow/today's senior sem class. I've made much ado about my love of David Ives recently (monkeys!), but I also hold a deep affinity for the my second favorite playwright, Wendy Wasserstein, who died early Monday.

I, Midwestern theatre major shiksa, am certainly not the one to eulogize her importance to the world at large. I didn't hear about her until sophomore year when I played a nine year old ballerina in her one-act, "Tender Offer," which remains my favorite stage role ever. It's the variety of her work that remains impressive. Her full-length plays, though filled with such varying personalities from myself, are some of the few where I end up identifying with the characters. Her "girls," as she called them, are trying to find the balance between self-sufficient independence and life-lasting romance that often doesn't work out, just like real life...though they have their sense of humor to support the difference. Sometimes I feel like I know the feeling all too well.

Her lasting influences upon this girl: my extended knowledge of Swoosie Kurtz, the tutu in the closet, comprehension of the word "shiksa," appreciation for my fellow responsible but flawed girls everywhere.

just cast

My favorite section of [my] lines from the children's theatre show based on "Squids Will Be Squids" by Jon Scieszka:

PLAYER 1. He tells stories like a robot. Like the noisiest, grumpiest robot ever. Like the noisiest, grumpiest, evilest robot ever and maybe this is all a part of his plan!

PLAYER 3. What plan?

PLAYER 1. WORLD DOMINATION! He's gonna take over the world by boring the population into submission with his boring ways!!! And he's starting with OUR school! (pause) COOL!

let me just close my eyes a moment

I refuse to fall asleep before 11 p.m. on the weekend.

better late than never

!Here, my baby Toulouse in his natural habitat, my desk. He's currently holding a bit of paperwork rather than supporting the broom (seen in the pic), but still a large portion of the desk.

Made with real cheese

Combos make the most delicious "stalling on writing so might as well work on props, eh?" snack in the world.

Because I get sick of looking at the same thing every time just like everyone else...

A few select quotes from rehearsal thus far:

* It's a metaphor! He's wrapping her in a phone cord of love!

* I feel like I'm floating in oblivion.
-Where?
Oblivion!
-Oh, I like that.

* That's why no one wants to stand next to you: you're tricky!

* So, forget the coloring books, they're not cool anymore. What's cool is tobacco.

* Stop trying to draw a mustache on my face!

* I may be stupid...
-And your question is?

no better personal definition

At lunch I named all the members of the Spice Girls after overhearing the neighboring table trying to remember the fifth and then continued with the ongoing conversation about split infinitives.

Accomplished, Pt. 2 or, Why I Decided to Stop Worrying about Not Posting

It's been pointed out to me from several sources (most recently Wyoming) that the sandwich post has been sitting up basically as long as the actual sub languished in various fridges. To inform the masses as to my slight absence--beyond a month's lack of usage that leads to becoming out of practice--I provide a list of things that have been otherwise occupying my time.

* It doesn't actually count, but I just scratched myself incredibly deep considering I have basically no finger nails. Ow.

* I *will* beat that Burger King kid's meal skating game or simply let it drive me crazy. The fact that it comes in the kid's meal seems to suggest a lower skill level than it apparently takes. Perhaps I just suffer from those years of reading rather than playing video games, the same reason why I'm awful at Mario Kart now.

* I thought having classes starting only as early as 11:30 would be a blessing, but apparently I always did my homework in the afternoon since I keep sleeping in, wandering aimlessly on the internet, and move on to lunch right before rushing off to classes. If you need to call me, I'm still up at 2 a.m., which does add a little something to the Shakespeare readings.

* "But Hannah, why can't you do your homework in the evenings?" Well, sad clown, that time is now reserved for darling mainstage rehearsals. Did you know I had nine in a row during the period of Saturday-Thursday this past week? The SM and I bantered about not knowing what to do with ourselves Friday since we wouldn't be sitting in the Courtyard taking down blocking.

* And the truly random: I won Disney Trivial Pursuit last night (it was much closer than some of you might think), I've consumed six bottles of MinuteMaid in six days, and apparently people leaving their oatmeal creme pies equals me consuming it for them.

With mayonaise like paste!

I'm slightly hesitant to consume it, seeing as it sat in the lukewarm to body-temp heated black box for almost four hours, but I'm mostly just hungry enough to eat the sandwich from Saturday.

And unpacked.

Back in the 'Ville, reconnected to the internet, two days of rehearsal already accomplished, and now thinking I shouldn't have consumed that soda full of sugar since it probably won't wear off until two-ish.

I'm now cell phone literate; I should send the number around for emergency purposes and the ability to hear the ringtone (finalists already selected but needing narrowing).

dependent relationship

As I told my Mom last night, I miss not having the IMDB at my fingertips. Excuse me while I now look up the answers to about a dozen different questions from this weekend's TV/DVD viewing alone.

thanks, rampant movie magazine reading!

Category that would've been on the "best of" list, if I had indeed made such a list:

* most beautiful shot on screen: the view of 1933 NYC as Kong climbed up the we-knew-it-was-gonna-happen-eventually Empire State Building

this is not a test

Just a warning of the impending radio silence as the family chugs its way back to JC sometime today. The car is mostly packed, which implies leaving early rather than later, but I imagine we're not so squished as to prevent a bit of antique shopping along the way.

I have books, I have a cell phone to figure out (I'll send a number around as soon as I feel confident working the confounded contraption), and I have the backseat.

____ of the Year List

I'm foregoing an actual list since I kept creating crap categories. I've seen some movies I loved, movies I'd fogotten I loved, and some movies I could happily forget. The year had both the good and bad times, but I wouldn't be able to single out a specific time frame that either fit "atrocious" or "divine." Moments, yes; months, no. I cannot pick a favorite CD since I've purchased/gained too many in the past week and haven't popped Ella into the player yet and the amount of stress prevented much new book reading.

All the dresses I bought this year were red, and two were shiny. This, I'm sad to say, could characterize my 2005 in fewer words than anything else. Life was flashy, life was splashy, and it brought the accessories.

Beyond that, my yearly (birthday) song moved from Only the Good Die Young to Don't Let Go at twenty-one. Let me state that again: I turned twenty-one. I also sort of but not really got married at the theatre banquet thanks to online-registered ministers. My friends are excellent sports at the crazy.

I gained my first professional theatre job and first professional power suit (one resulted in some of my favorite sleep deprived nights and the other in my favorite compliment--that I'm not sharing). Directing a show did *not* leave me a sniveling mess and it finished with both a strong product and a cast I was sad to leave. This resulted in a confounded typewriter, for which is still have few words. I also pulled off an A, my own post-Christmas miracle (so much for telling Lee I didn't care what he thought).

I've mostly learned to laugh at myself though I don't always remember what's so funny. This last semester has been my most sleep-deprived yet--I have the large quantit of film to prove it--and therefore one of the most entertaining, memorable sections of my life.

Ahead: continue to "don't let go" as time permits, cut back on the stress-induced caffeine consumption, consider possibly sleeping more, invest in some pencil skirts to make the typewriter even more worthwhile, and ply the charm all around. Also, aim for better constructed sentences, keep up with the final semester, and consume a multitude of sugar (which admittedly might affect that sleeping thing).

short stuff

Back in KC (from Iowa from KC from JC), now 23% more technologically advanced due to cell phone ownership (-13% for not activating yet), and not allowed to buy anything more due to shortage of room in car...ignore the fact that we're probably going out shopping today.

"So, how long do you think we can disappear?"

Break in JC is basically all I pictured it would be thus far, what with the sleeping in and watching of way too many DVDs and all the origami making (slightly unexpected, but I'm happily catching up to my page-a-day calendar with only about a week of the actual year left) and that beautiful lunch of oreos I consumed yesterday.

We're aiming to head out of town either tomorrow or Thursday, depending on how dam crisis control works out (my Dad had actually been talking to the Ameren people for quite awhile before the recent disaster/flooding/what have you). I'm looking forward to the extra space and the hot showers (have I mentioned that the hot water heater doesn't hold out long here? No one really mentioned it to me though, smart girl that I am, I figured it out.), as well as all the family-ness before January hits again and someone (ooh! pick me!) needs to take Caleb's stuff to Wyomming so he doesn't live in an empty apartment with just what he can load on the plan or ship by box.

Anyway, posting/emailing/interneting will be hit and miss for break, as it's a little cold to justify the walk to the library...at least until I finish all the origimi folding.

plus - finished with biology!

The only real and true perk of the 7:30 a.m. final is sitting around, waiting for everyone else to wake up and enjoying the jolt of their alarms, phones, etc.

half a bag of popcorn, etc. later

Things that have vastly improved life since the previous...

* Trisha Yearwood - Sleep While I Drive on constant repeat

* the remembrance of ice cream in the fridge

* laundry, once I got it started

* that phone call about spider solitaire, rides home, and the general state of the week

* plus, there's something oddly satisfying about having my own words quoted back at me, even from an unlikely source

Though, sadly, that's about what I expected. Thanks, dress rehearsal.

Things I could really go for, right at this moment:

* ice cream

* a puppy

* someone I despise to kick in the face

* the rest of that roll of film

* food more substantial than popcorn

* Sunken Garden time

* snow, because naturally it melted just in time for me to be in a foul mood

* someone else to do my laundry for me, as I actually don't want to this time

* time, like always

Lesson Never Learned

I should stop putting in movies to do homework by, because I certainly can't even file one-act directing paperwork while watching "Almost Famous."

Loaner

Not-quite-an-hour-later: I'll never see my broom again, will I alleged "just down the hall" girl?

have we figured out yet that I'm probably not doing anything today except be in my pajamas, scroll the 'net, and listen to music?

I've previously made the claim that if the IMDB was a person, I would definitely try to snag a date and probably propose since I love it so mightily. My love is deeply rooted in items like this, where I especially recommend the letter "Noah from NY."

The hair knew! Starting a day in advance!

I'm sure some individuals are awaiting a report on the one-act festival, the monkeys, and my general state of mind re: all, but I'm going to stick with the above statement for the meantime as I have so much other stuff to pull together at the moment prior to spewing forth How Things Went in better detail than all caused me to "cry twice in one night (but in a good way)."

clearing out the old links

Mother dear, have you seen and/or heard anything about this?

And something for Melissa dear.

Why, yes, actually I doing quite well. Could we stop asking me like I'm about to go crazy?

Word up, day of show.

Is it an epiphany if you've basically known it all along?

"But I started dancing long before this stupid workshop, and I'm gonna keep on dancing long after it. So tomorrow is one more day I get to dance." -Eva, Center Stage

Last night at the one-acts, I ended up seated next to the professor and feeling waves of frustration that he spent the whole time in professor mode taking notes instead of simply enjoying the work (like the directing class, easily the loudest group in the entire theatre). At that moment, I realized I really didn't care how the others felt about my show anymore. True, some opinions I'm interested in hearing afterward, but I've ceased to believe in any importance of the letter grade. From the beginning of the class, I've joked that my directing style breaks down to "if it makes me laugh, we keep it until I hate it." Happily, I've evolved from there, but the fact remains that there are very few bits/deliveries/character choices/etc I would change, given time and ability.

I may never direct again, yet I've enjoyed myself much more than I ever imagined, a fact greatly proven by the amazing people I've been working and making friends with for the past month-ish span of the project. I fell in and out and back once more in love with this script. There's an odd zen-ish state about me at the moment, tempered by excited (not nervous) anticipation. So many people are rooting for this to go well, and I don't see any possible reason why it shouldn't just fall into place.

Hush little baby...

Currently, I am:

* rocking some Jersey-ish hair, thanks to blow-drying it upside down (the better to get the heat on my neck, where I actually wanted it most)

* totally not freaking out about one-acts starting today, I mean completely not at all I'm fine I swear

* working on about 4.5 hours of sleep, what with the random hyperness, talks of slippers and birthdays and things, and general annoyance of last night

* excited to be finally officially accepted into children's theatre

* pondering my own theme song before Melissa can name it for me

* listening to "Summertime," because I [heart] irony

To: soon to be no longer a director

I just received an email from myself, circa the great script study flip-out (close enough link) from this delightful website, reinforming me on the importance of breathing, even as I approach something crazy like my show opening.

I'm actually doing fine at the moment, although I realize I won't feel so flippant about things this time Friday (when I honestly plan to deflect all my nerves onto my presentation as I care way less about business at the moment). I had a fabulous dress rehearsal and--as much as I quoted that "bad dress rehearsal = great performance 4eva"--I'd rather be prepared as possible and have things moves as smooth as possible to glide through the actual for-real show.


I did kinda enjoy the email though. It includes an itemized list, a "Gone With the Wind" reference, and Dvorak. Perhaps I have a higher concentration of wit when I'm attempting to not fall to pieces?

now mentally preparing to be hit by someone, anyone

Hey! I was totally going to go to bed at a decent time tonight! Too bad I forgot about all that junk for the business meeting tomorrow, oh and the inability to do it in the morning because I switched tour times so I could avoid any and all head exploding action Friday. Yay!

Also, anyone who reads this and will see Melissa: feel free to ask her what her new theme song is as of today. Just wait for me to be gone so the title doesn't need to reach fruition.

The phrase "reach fruition" is funny to me right now. I need three more revamped goals and feel a sudden urge to practice hair curling. People who keep me up past two o'clock, thus making my inner clock reset to screwy time, are somewhat less my friends at this moment. Everyone needs to stop coming across so amusing to me.

"...better than a large mammal."

After a delightful time feeling crafty and weird and basically estatic to be a theatre major, I now have almost two hours worth of delay on other items, a right hand that matches my bright red shirt (even after bouts with the soap), and a dull pink 65% polyester/35% cotton blend dress drip-drying in the shower that will hopefully not dye Lacey's skin when she wears it at dress rehearsal later today.

Help?

I suddenly realized that crazy neck/shoulder pain was all the stress piling on top, getting cozy, and tensing everything together. Crazy.

***
Unrelated:
[Excerpt from "Hannah finds a third deck crew member last minute," as performed by phone earlier this evening]

HS: You'll be up on the catwalk--
The Incomparable Michael H.: I like it up there.
HS: I know.
TIMH.: Besides, I am the Phantom of the Courtyard.
HS: ... Right. So all you have to do is be up there and throw cigarettes and I'll bring those.
TIMH.: What? You don't think I'm dangerous?
HS: [?]
TIMH.: I ride motorcycles and smoke! Spread it around!

Asking

There wouldn't happen to be a pair of Hannah-sized khaki pants hanging out in Kansas City without me, would there? I seem to have misplaced a set and I definitely had them this weekend.

Stressed

* I feel like taking up smoking, seeing as there's a spare pack left over from my show sitting in the room right now.

* For a similar reason, I feel like throwing lots and lots of peanuts at those around me.

* I also feel like throwing on the rodeo princess hat and lasso-ing up some cows and such, as the guys next door are singing/guitar-playing Garth Brooks and that doesn't normally occur.

Connected with that, OR Another way to slow down the reading process

*
This would be several hoods full of snow, falling over laughing moments, and shots to the face later, of course.

Or, why Hannah is so tired today, beyond the one-act

Quotes from snow frolicing last night (from apx 2-3 a.m.):

-Hey! It's everyone gang up on Aaron!
-That's my favorite game!

-This is Max. He's from Illinois.

-Leaf! Leaf! Leaf!
-Thanks, Hannah, for being so helpful. I couldn't build this snowman without you.

-It's a snow hawk!

Yes, there was much exclaimation point-ing. It *was* snow and early morning.

(P.S. - They spelled "oops" wrong.)

Pointless email is only fun once you turn it against the person who originally sent it to you. Especially when you weren't taking it seriously to begin with.

The hair knew!

After the last few times ended up Less Than Awesome, today featured scarf buddies, new awful roommate stories from the delightful Kevin O'Brien, almost craft projects, 'B' for biology (among other things), feeling like the Ben Tylka(c) of the class day (aka having my one-act scene go over incredibly well), working out tech issues, carting typewriters in the elevator on a rolly chair, cereal, ponies, and Trillian. Not bad for six p.m.

An entire CD of my favorite versions of "Summertime," one of the greatest jazz songs ever - too much?

In other news, I can make things appear on Facebook, just by thinking too hard about "what was his name again?" during biology.

Never again, Mr. Medium Soda!

Actually, that's about all I need to say, especially as the bathroom just opened up.

Mi Mancherai

The "Lady in the Water" teaser trailer is this year's "Garden State" trailer.

high school was (one) overrated and (two) less sparkily (see one)

!
Starlight Xpress (notice the train section in the background) Prom, weekend before break. Apparently Annie has to do an obligatory 'Charlie's Angels' pose at every dance she attends. Melissa and I were only too happy to oblige. Whoa--obligatory and oblige in the same sentence. Craziness

Monday, Monday

The "bulletpoints are overrated" version of today:

falling asleep to Clueless, only some sleeping-in, lots of popcorn, package of fez and beanie and cast gifts, way too many business articles from a medical perspective (what's up with that, doctors? nothing better to do?), searching out pirate music, random surveys for extra credit, various warm items making my hands happy between destinations, talking about sneaking food into the movies, "I killed Harry Potter!," and therefore the Harry Potter movie, and therefore gazing at many pretty British boys, walking back in the snow(!) and wind ($#*!), unforseen phone call from displaced friends who may or may not be Darth Vader, "yeah, I'll choke you or knock off your slippers...diabolical!," this

They're here!

And Merv is really stylin' now, seeing as I have no where else to stick a fez and beanie propeller. I should take a pic.

"para tener montar a caballo de la diversión," or "in order to have to mount straddling the diversion"

Babelfish is funny when you're tired and only have a tenuous grasp on Spanish anymore.

I'm sitting next to a piece of paper that says "made especially for you by British Ladies

How's vacation treating you, Hannah, one might ask? That same "one" (must be related to "them" and not to be confused with "the others") would be rightly shocked about the lack of homework I've completed thus far, as well as the number of picture frames I've purchased and episodes of "Lost" I've watched in two days. Defense: they were half off. I realize that only pertains to one of those items.

Elsewhere, I picked up a suit set for about $20, didn't go to Wal-Mart until around 1:30 p.m. on Friday, and wished I packed my books so I could've stalled on homework with something more substantial than the Clue mystery books and Pony Pals my mother packed. I have written my thank yous (first draft of surely many more) for one-acts, which is its own set of bizarre. Bizarre (in a definitely good, I-don't-mean-to-offend way) would be the process that my brother went from returning an interest call [Wednesday] to job interview in Oklahoma [Friday].

Happy Thanksgiving, etc, everyone.

By "just," I actually mean "about three hours ago."

I just bet Jared Latore $1.07 (one bill, two pennies, one sad nickel), what's left of my blue post-it notes, two cough drops, and a "mostly filled-in #155" word search book to eat what was potentially a milk dud left in the napkin holder of the SUB table. It was not actually a milk dud, but apparently not vile enough to apply the mouthwash until about an hour later.

Related:

* I wonder what dogs would think of "CATS?" -Michael, after the suggestion to branch into new fields of theatre, such as for animals

* We're laughing with you, even though your laugh is that of sorrow. -Jared to Michael, actually not related to the above

* Because you know what tuna tastes like? Freedom. -Jared, on why you can't live in the dorms after living off-campus

Looking for some opinions, then sleep

So, I basically know that I want Travis - "We Are Monkeys" as either call song or post show (either before or after the actual one-act). I'm leaning toward before at the moment just from the one curse word in the song that I can't gracifully bleep and will be easier to ignore if people are watching the scene change. I've already basically been cornered (happily, though) into playing Raffi - "Banana Phone" in preshow time (the thirty-ish minutes before the first show begins) because it's a not-so-in-joke between myself and my almighty stage manager.

Other options (where I need your opinion!):

* Jungle Book - Just Like You (I think there's a Louie Armstrong version of this song somewhere that I can't find but would totally prefer)

* Weezer - Island in the Sun (might end up being post-show, now that I think about it; seeing as how the ending works out, they just might make it back to the sweet jungles of Africa sooner than they think)

* Harry Nilsson - Lime in the Coconut (I'd prefer the Muppet version, but then it's too Muppets. Or whatever.)

* Ella Fitzgerald - Don't Mean a Thing (the other Ives plays have a swing thing going on that would help this fit with the rest of preshow)

* Amelie - Pas si simple (sure, it's just instrumental, but it's instrumental with typewriters! Other choice for post-show)

* XTC - We're All Light (pop-y science-y like the Travis song, yet not about monkeys. Not high on my list but still there above, oh, the rest of my music collection.)

ACK! Really, I should send this list to my illustrious SM and see what he thinks. Maybe when I'm more lucid?

"I'm chunky, repulsive, and lucrative; I must be Jabba the Hutt."

Things learned from David Ives cast(s) bonding Sunday night:

* I suck at Apples to Apples.

* No, really. Of everyone, I earned absolutely no cards during the apx. two hours we played.

* I can't wait to see the pic of Liz fighting against the popcorn, though, as she remains to be entertaining no matter the location.

* Pop Rocks are always popular.

* So are fortune cookies, even when [incredibly, unbelievably] stale.

* I need to cure my obsessive need to give people nicknames, especially once I start placing limits (two words, first is an adjective that starts with s, second is an animal!)

* McDonald's drive-thru might be open 24 hours, but the inside definitely isn't.

* If it's late enough, I will not be able to stop calling McDonalds "Wal-Mart." Silly capitalists.

* Everyone around me needs to drink way less coffee.

* Standing around eating brie and vanilla ice cream is way better than doing business homework, bar none

Ponderings

I'm thinking about changing the archives function to a monthly rather than weekly basis. I mean, I love scrolling as much as the next person, but perhaps three years worth are a bit long. Thoughts, complaints, begs for Hannah to be actually productive?

made with real cheese

New catchphrase: "Here, have a combo."

Everything but "Love Shack"

Details are fuzzy because I was massively tired after the long week, but here's some choice words/phrases from the Starlight Xpress Prom held at the Kirksville Armory (!) last night, which coincidentally was a lot like theatre banquet, minus the food:

light-up shoes, "thanks, I bought it three hours ago," Charlie's Angels, Greg's tie, The Cat, The Bus Driver, and dancing like Aaron Baker, confounded swing dancers, Ashley's trunk, Lissa's first trip to Pancake City, "she's like a short tank," dyfunctional and too many straws, dancing in a circle like high school, Charlie Brown dancing, three person slow dance, injuring knees by doing the twist, Christmas lights and streams next to Army recruitment posters

No, no particular reason why.

Sometimes (okay, every single time I hear it), I wish I'd fallen in love with "It Never Entered My Mind" by Miles Davis before seeing "Runaway Bride," where I actually heard it first because I can't seperate it from Julia Roberts, who I kinda despise anymore.

Debating

Sometimes you just have to choose the chocolate cupcake over the cheddar goldfish.

Box Office, where else?

Dang, my site looks rather nice in Mozilla. Who knew?

Also, I'm now working on finishing hour five (of 6 1/2) of time spent in OP today, mostly here (see heading). This means I've checked for missing tickets, fixed some reserves, alphabetized tonight's reserves (so I don't have to once I show up), and talked to many, many people about the merits of one seat over another. Hint: there isn't much of one.

"I’m on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move" - Motion City Soundtrack

Last night I think we seriously decided to start our own Truman people children's theatre [traveling?] theatre company. In, like, the real world. With people I love and adore and really didn't want to lose touch with anyway. Huh. Discuss.

The Age-Old Question

*Why* am I not listening to music right now?


Probable answer: because it's easier to go to bed early when you're not rocking out in your [literal] eleven o'clock hour.

And because there's surely some wondering:

"The fire's out anyway." - Rent (because I guess both should have a musical quote)

Sometimes you leap and take the crash landing, but then you instead fall into a soft mattress someone left at the bottom, where there's DVD watching to be had (word up, Bruce Willis and Jessica Alba!), tricycles to ride around the hall, and theatre companies to be potentially founded on the couches of OP's lobby. So, life's good.

Comfortable

I appreciate that my ankle doesn't hurt anymore if for no other reason that I can sit normally again without a sharp hit of pain.

"Is this addictive?"

One-act rehearsal is currently one of my favorite times of day, seeing as it's going incredibly well (in a few spots we routinely have to stop running the show because I laugh so loud) and lots of other people seem to have issues, which makes me feel even better about the small things I have to work on that aren't, like, my actors hating me/the show or being completely unable to block things. Yay!

Excuse me while I go a bit philosophical and mix my metaphors

As someone told me lately/Everyone deserves a chance to fly. -Wicked

Sometimes in life you reach that moment where you come to the edge of the metaphorical cliff and must decide what's next. Stay on the edge and gaze out on all the possibilities while effectively choosing to ignore them all.

Or.

Or, you can instead take the leap, make the jump, and land where you land. Sometimes you stick the landing, 10s all around and scoop up your brave victory. But sometimes instead you crash at the bottom of a gorge that was uplimately larger than you gauged and wait for the rescue team to bail you out.

Anyone who knows me could (and would) describe me as a terrible good edge-stander. I rarely take the jump unless I know of a safety net underneath, especially in...certain...areas of my life. Even though those moments when I have said "screw it" to the edge and took my chances have mostly proved ultimately positive, it's hard to break tradition (as it were). Last school year I lost out on something I desperately wanted because I felt too afraid to jump at it myself and the ledge turned into a weird, awkward limbo. Any pain that might have resulted from any flying and crashing eventually equalled what I felt simply watching the options disappear. I don't want to go through that again.

I'm currently at another of those junctions, ironically after pursuing it for most of a week. It's less certain overall than the previous example, yet never see that if you've been around me the past week, all excited about lamps and palidromes and banter blah blah. I technically have until 1:00 p.m. Wednesday to decide (how very Empire Records, huh?), but I don't need that long. It's my half-birthday, and I feel like trying to fly.

RE: Memo to Self

Hannah, you may also want to eat something besides cookies for supper.

Memo to Self

(Optional Title #1: It's hard to monkey walk with a limp, Optional Title #2: Yes, I realize I didn't call home tonight. I just got in again.)

We must remember for the future from our past that, just because the hair is naturally doing that spectacular flip thing that is the sign of Things To Come and Greatness Around the Corner, it also sometimes designates Hey, Let's Cheer Up Hannah Because Something Awful Is About To Occur.

CC and collate, please.

Also,

I should probably feel concerned about the number of people who, after this weekend, not only have been threatened with "taking this to third curb," but also know what I mean (geographically, pathetically) when I say that.

Where kids come to play along

This past week I've gotten surprising mileage out of my "I met Shari Lewis" story and Johnathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal."

Yes, I'm sleeping again.

It's hard to read your business chapter in the biology textbook, though you do get more interesting pictures.

Not such a newsflash.

I am such a girl.


P.S. - Anyone know any Bens? (That aren't that one. Or that one. Or him, down the corner, that one.)

Maybe it's the lettuce

Also, there's only so much swiss cheese I can handle at a time and yes, sandwich, we just reached that point.

Because this blog isn't bizarre enough as it is...

Official announcement: today is a bad day for lettuce.

Doing Laundry, Not All Related

* Clothes will be done in the washer in about thirty-five minutes.

* My head is absolutely pounding. Probably taking that extra strength [unknown] with the swig of Sprite won't solve things. Neither will the fact that my washer load will finish around 12:45 and then I get to wait for the dryer.

* Completely registered for next semester, check.

* Avoiding classwork on somewhat (but not completely) senior sem assignment, check.

* My foot itches.

* Actually, it's more my ankle, but that's the general foot area.

* Was anyone else annoyed that the supposedly new Gilmore Girls tonight was actually a repeat of the season premiere? I made certain I got taped everything I'd missed before (kinda that whole proposal and aftermath), and then I fell asleep on Meredith's futon for the second time this semester.

* I'm not completely certain what to do with my one-act people, and I'm pretty sure they all know.

"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...

Zzzzzzz

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.

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

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

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

Milestones

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.)

Stealing

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.

I attend the Harvard of the Midwest!

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

Helpful

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.