My room smells like bananas.

Short Takes

* Monday morning, when steam was billowing out of the sewer, I was totally waiting for Tommy Lee Jones to pop out and confirm that we were shooting Volcano 2: Midwest is Toast, Too

* Examples of Times I Just Think Bookworm is Playing with Me: jiao, geru, asci, qua, Ben

* It really shouldn't bug me as much as it does that whoever's in charge of the mini golf in the lounge misspelled "Berenstein" (as "Bearenstein") on all the posters.

* Someday I'll start wearing headphones (no CD player attached) while walking to class, just so I can randomly rock out around strangers.

* The crawl-way under the stage is really dusty and I think I have paint in my hair (I know it's on my jeans): I love stagecraft more all the time.

Your friend and mine:

The Weekend in Bullets Returns!

* Michael makes some dang fine brownies, even if he doesn't use extra ingredients like the time before.

* My show choir shoes returned to dancing glory for use in my acting scene.

* Addicting Games + an afternoon when I should have been studying spanish = a sudden addiction to Bookworm

* I ordered my first [and second and third] books on Mobius ever...and have no idea how I'll know to pick them up.

* Peeps are more fun to microwave if you named them first ("Here, have a bit of Stanley." "Cindy wants to microwaved, too.")

* the Ever After "and they lived happily ever after" just as things suck must joke works just as well as a college sophomore as it did as a high school freshman

* I enjoy blow-drying my hair way more than I should

* The universe must have a sense of humor. Why else would my card-a-day calendar provide a "get well soon" card after I got sick in the middle of the night?

* My CD player still hates me, but I've stopped taking it personally.

* Puddles, puddles, puddles!!!

Epiphany, Number...well, anyway...

As much as I cling to my college personality and all the freedom and responsibility it entails, I am still very much the same person I was in high school.

Well, if everyone ELSE gets to obsessively post quizzes...

What would your Anime life be like? by hearthlight
Name:
Gender:
Your looks:	Brooding eyes and a trenchcoat
Your best friend:	A sarcastic demon.
Your powers:	Everything.
Your beloved:	You can't pick just one!
Your occupation:	Villain.
Your ending:	Exactly as you'd want it.
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

This is awesome because no one lets me play the villian parts (except in acting class once in awhile) and I know I'd probably be too good at them, what with my normally cheery and sunshiney personality.

My inner child is six years old!

Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I can
read! I like to do stuff, and there's a whole
big world out there to do it in. Just so long
as I can take my blankie and my Mommy and my
three best friends with me, of course.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Does it matter to anyone that I actually worked it out that my inner child is nine...mostly so I could turn "ten" instead of twenty here in a month?


You are CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL. She is a rad
chick with absolutely no fashion sense.

Which old school Nickelodeon show are you?
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I took this quiz a week ago and didn't recognize the show I "was" at all, so at least I know this one. (Does this mean, when I grow up, I'll get a talking cat a la "Sabrina the Teenage Witch?")


You are Schroeder!


Which Peanuts Character are You?
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"Frequent bouts of neurosis" really sums it up, doesn't it?


You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.


What is your grammar aptitude?
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I imagine that somewhere, somehow, Fye suddenly felt a burst of pride for me.


Sneakers- funny, laid-back, and goofy, you love to
make people laugh and have a good time. You
enjoy comfort and don't care to much about what
people think of you. You like to hang out with
your buddies and just have a good time.


What Kind of Shoe Are You?
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Ironically one of the pairs of shoes I find most obnoxious...if only they didn't smell if you skipped the socks....

Movies I Want to See that Aren't Out Yet, or I Don't Have Money For (Yet)

* Mean Girls

* Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

* 13 Going on 30

* Jersey Girl

* Van Helsing

* The Incredibles

* Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

* The Villiage

My new favorite junk food is Combos with Easy Cheese

In other news, Amanda, the girl we leadership people were coaching for district contest, received second place at districts and gets to go to state. Naturally, this is some fab-friggin-tastic news....and well celebrated with cake in class. Favorite quote from the high school? "It's like a feeding troth at Auschwitz."

Number of popsicles eaten [by me] in first evening after purchasing them at Wal-Mart (along with Combos and Easy Cheese): three. Number of popsicles fully frozen when eaten: zero.

I just volunteered to also work publicity for the musical, which means I'm adding more to my schedule. The rate I'm going, I'll get my name in the program four times, but only if Megan can work me in under "collating" like she's trying. (Who put all those scripts in order? Yeah, that would be me, thanks.)

Caleb, I got your postcard from the 21st today. I enjoyed all the "really"s. Really.

The newest Harry Potter trailer (full trailer, not teaser) went online today or last night or something, but I can't get it to play on Merv. The sound works, but the picture does that flashy, holding too long so it jumps around thing and that's not at all how I should watch that trailer.

stupid friggin fire alarm....why ringing now? Oof....sleep again.

Basically, I Love You All

* I love my Dad for emailing me back so promptly as I muddle my way through my gypsy moth trapper application.

* I love Meredith for randomly do-si-do-ing with me in front of Dobson while walking to class.

* I love Becky Becker for not despising my acting scene and everything about it, like last time.

* I love my brother for making me laugh.

* I love the conservation department people for telling me that, for the two trapper positions available, there's one for me and one for the other six applicants to fight over.

* I love John for also loving Moxy Fruvous.

* I love Michael for not shooting me with his dart gun when I finally gave it back after stealing it.

* I love Melissa for not laughing at me half as much as she has the opportunity to do.

* I love my creative writing class for all their feedback about my Lady Macbeth poem.

* I love Tony, my one-act director, for all the art projects he's planning as bonding for the show.

Finally is right

Monkey Ninjas 5! Monkey Ninjas 5!

Things I Found Written in the Margins of My Old Spanish Workbook

* an obvious disregard for the actual questions:

1. Por que' no pudo salir Susana con Pedro? he's a great big jerk
2. Co'mo se puso ella cuando Pedro llamo'? hung up on him (girl power!)

* social commentary

It's hard being Canadian in MO.

The thing about being short is everyone always thinks you're younger than you actually are. You're always cute and precious, and no one for one second believes you are threat to anyone

* general ranting

My headphones are massively possessed right now. Every two seconds, the click. Click click click. And then they go all static-y like I'm about to be filmed for Signs 2: We Brought Our Wet Suits, Suckers. Or Something. What number am I on again?

this is the stupidest section EVER! I will not degrade myself to listen further, yet will not lose time by fastforwarding

* comments to the writers of the workbook

you tricky fools!

what kind of funky accentuation patter is this guy following?

Not even gonna happen, babycakes.

* the occassional song

I really want to leave, yeah! Really want to leave. Oh, I so want to go right now-ow!

almost there! almost done! hate to leave when we're having fun! but we've both got better things to do than hang around at the petting zoo.

*2% Zinc! ... I love cheddar, too!*

So, it wasn't until just now, minutes after Melissa and I completed our back-and-forth joint song about the contents of Munchies Kid Mix and a bag of Cheddar and Sour Cream Chips that I realized half of what I was singing had the same melody as "Poor Judd is Daid" from Oklahoma.

Oh, and I'm assistant stage managing my friend, Tony's, show which I already count as fabulous (it's all about art).


[It pays to read everything I write, doesn't it? You never know when I'll stick in actual real information like that, huh?]

Pondering

Do you suppose my Dad does the same things about job interviews that I do with auditions: act like it's no big deal what happens, yet secretly desperately wanting a specific thing and then having to deal when it doesn't happen?

In other theatre news, the acting lab flooded last night.

Is it a bad sign that I woke up thinking about one-act cast list postings, and immediately my head started playing "Til We Meet That Day" from Ragtime, the song about justice being denied and death and stuff?

We'll Always Have the Sunken Garden

Not only do I love how much time I can spend talking about basically nothing with my group of friends, but also just how far one little inside joke can spread before I'm suddenly mock-hysteric relationship fighting on the path back to Ryle with someone who I'm not dating. Bless you, John.

Bad Hannah! Bad!

I know I always promise never to do so again, but I once more fell for a part (though it was the one I didn't figure I'd fall for. I just came back from my callback for two of the shows, and I'm really digging [from two pages of dialogue] "I Bring You Flowers" by William Lang, about a husband and wife who's child died....but the wife doesn't remember.

Sounds fun, right? Well, those first two pages of dialogue were about flowers and how they grow and I got to say "You're kidding!" over-exagerratingly three times and it was great.

Of course, then I went are read for another show, and I still have to read for a third, but there you have it. I've already picked what I want to do. Dang awful habit.

You like me! You really like me!

Callbacks are up and I have three: two for shows I was least repelled by (there's lots of dismal stuff this year) and one directed by the guy who gives me semi-creeps (no good reason) every time I see him. I guess I'll be busy this afternoon.

And my feet are KILLING me

...which means I had a fabulous time at the All Hall Ball, dancing the night away in Pershing. There was much 80s music (courtesy of Krista and Annie, who probably requested half the music over-all), fake swing dancing (which must always occur at dances), and I was swung around a la "Dirty Dancing" or some ballet by John (under Krista's careful direction: "Now, lift her up and spin!"). I didn't wear shoes the entire night, demonstrated my twisting skills ("Twist and Shout" = Best Beatles Song Ever), and stole a set of the helium balloon table decorations. They're quickly deflating and attacking Merv, but I don't think he minds.

I love dances. I miss high school.

More than a little giddy

I love that feeling I get after an audition that went well, when I'm all happy and confident and feeling like I could TAKE ON ANYTHING, or ANYBODY, and that loserfreak wouldn't stand a chance after my fabulous, total flahoolickness. I want to run singing down the hallway, which actually wouldn't come across all that weird to my neighbors, so instead I'm going to dinner and chill.

(Why, yes, I did find something for one-acts. Why, yes, it did go quite well. How did you know?)

I need a hero! [or a monologue]

Why do I always end up searching for something at the last minute for the one-acts? I know it doesn't "matter" as much what you do as it does for mainstages, classes, etc, but it still makes a difference. So why do I put off finding the perfect piece until the last minute? How does that even remotely make sense?

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

Anyway. Time to continue searching.