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enjoy...and as always,
Bon Appetit!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Coping with Life and Death
Two posts in one day?!?!? What is wrong with me?
Well, the last post had to be its own post. It should have been posted last week, but I didn't get around to it.
As for this post...
Shortly after speaking with the old man, and being enlightened to the wonders of life, I had to cope with death.
Before you start asking me who died, I will spoil the ending: two of our fish.
You may be thinking, "Emily, it was just a fish...are you really going to dedicate a post to it?"
Well, sort of.
Lucy, Amanda's silver Molly, had gotten "Broken-Swim-Bladder". Basically, fish have this thing called a swim bladder, when it breaks the fish pretty much becomes paralyzed in its rear half of its body. Also, the swim bladder helps keep the fish from floating. So, Lucy was bent in a ninety degree angle and kept unintentionally floating to the top.
I spent twenty minutes on the phone with PetCo. She said there is no evidence that BSB is painful for the fish. Some die within forty-eight hours some live a much longer time. She told me most people put the fish out of their misery though.
I understood why. Looking at Lucy: Bent, fighting to stay down at the bottom of the tank, swimming sideways with only the use of her front fins. It was devastating.
At the same time, our Pleco, Julius Caesar was having similar problems. He wasn't bent, but was having trouble staying stuck to the sides of the tank.
I offered to scoop and flush the two, because Amanda couldn't bear to watch. I, at the time, was doing alright.
I tried getting them in the net at the same time, but it wasn't working out. I got Caesar first and went and plopped him in the toilet. I didn't flush it, because we wanted them to go down together. So, I went back for Lucy.
Once netted, I headed back to the bathroom. Caesar was gone. He swam down all by himself. I dropped Lucy in and flushed.
We are down to three fish, from six.
I thought I was ok with this.
A little while later I called my mom to have a normal routine conversation. It came up that we had some issues with the fish and it hit me.
All of the sudden I was struck by emotion. Not the fact that our Fish were gone...but the circumstances in which it happened. I had to flush two LIVE fish. Two of God's living creatures. That was one thing to grasp. I realized it was for their own good soon after and that's when the big one hit me.
As I watched her try to swim, try to live, I felt so helpless. A living creature that was dying and there was nothing I could do. It was so devastating, and this all hit me when I was describing what happened to my mom. And then the waterworks started.
Ok, so I can point all the emotional sappy stuff to hormones....if you catch my drift....
But this is the first time I have had to watch something die. First William Sharkspeare and then Caesar and Lucy. All three fought to live and fought to die. And I was witness to all. It may have only been fish, but I watched them all die and could do nothing about it. You would think I could handle the death of a fish, being that I have had to cope with larger issues in life....but this really had an effect on me.
I am no longer as hormonal as I was, which I'm sure contributed to the series of events.
I'm pretty sure all has passed, considering I ate a whole package of Goldfish with no problem....
I am just finding it interesting that I have been paying more attention to the small but significant aspects of life recently. More importantly, not intentionally it's just happening. What is this a sign of? Well, we will just have to see.
Until then,
Bon Appetit
Well, the last post had to be its own post. It should have been posted last week, but I didn't get around to it.
As for this post...
Shortly after speaking with the old man, and being enlightened to the wonders of life, I had to cope with death.
Before you start asking me who died, I will spoil the ending: two of our fish.
You may be thinking, "Emily, it was just a fish...are you really going to dedicate a post to it?"
Well, sort of.
Lucy, Amanda's silver Molly, had gotten "Broken-Swim-Bladder". Basically, fish have this thing called a swim bladder, when it breaks the fish pretty much becomes paralyzed in its rear half of its body. Also, the swim bladder helps keep the fish from floating. So, Lucy was bent in a ninety degree angle and kept unintentionally floating to the top.
I spent twenty minutes on the phone with PetCo. She said there is no evidence that BSB is painful for the fish. Some die within forty-eight hours some live a much longer time. She told me most people put the fish out of their misery though.
I understood why. Looking at Lucy: Bent, fighting to stay down at the bottom of the tank, swimming sideways with only the use of her front fins. It was devastating.
At the same time, our Pleco, Julius Caesar was having similar problems. He wasn't bent, but was having trouble staying stuck to the sides of the tank.
I offered to scoop and flush the two, because Amanda couldn't bear to watch. I, at the time, was doing alright.
I tried getting them in the net at the same time, but it wasn't working out. I got Caesar first and went and plopped him in the toilet. I didn't flush it, because we wanted them to go down together. So, I went back for Lucy.
Once netted, I headed back to the bathroom. Caesar was gone. He swam down all by himself. I dropped Lucy in and flushed.
We are down to three fish, from six.
I thought I was ok with this.
A little while later I called my mom to have a normal routine conversation. It came up that we had some issues with the fish and it hit me.
All of the sudden I was struck by emotion. Not the fact that our Fish were gone...but the circumstances in which it happened. I had to flush two LIVE fish. Two of God's living creatures. That was one thing to grasp. I realized it was for their own good soon after and that's when the big one hit me.
As I watched her try to swim, try to live, I felt so helpless. A living creature that was dying and there was nothing I could do. It was so devastating, and this all hit me when I was describing what happened to my mom. And then the waterworks started.
Ok, so I can point all the emotional sappy stuff to hormones....if you catch my drift....
But this is the first time I have had to watch something die. First William Sharkspeare and then Caesar and Lucy. All three fought to live and fought to die. And I was witness to all. It may have only been fish, but I watched them all die and could do nothing about it. You would think I could handle the death of a fish, being that I have had to cope with larger issues in life....but this really had an effect on me.
I am no longer as hormonal as I was, which I'm sure contributed to the series of events.
I'm pretty sure all has passed, considering I ate a whole package of Goldfish with no problem....
I am just finding it interesting that I have been paying more attention to the small but significant aspects of life recently. More importantly, not intentionally it's just happening. What is this a sign of? Well, we will just have to see.
Until then,
Bon Appetit
The Pharmacy and the Old Man
Earlier in the month, I had a routine trip to the doctor to discuss the recent blood tests on my Thyroid. Turns out, I went from having HYPO-thyroidism to HYPER-thyroidism... Don't ask me how. Basically, the doctor is lowering my dose of medication. [one of the long term side effects, which unfortunately isn't reversible, is the popping of one's eyes....I don't need that to happen to me...picture it, come on, picture it....there it is. Yeah, can't happen]
They have a pharmacy right in the office, so I went on over. Turns out the computers were being slow and the prescription had yet to transfer over. So, I took a seat.
A few minutes later and old man sits a few seats down from me... Here is where our story begins...
"You go to ASU?" the old man asked upon noticing my ASU t-shirt and bag.
"I do" was all I could muster up.
"Thirty Thousand people go there. How crazy is that?"
"Actually it's more than that" there are over seventy thousand.
"Thirty Three thousand, and that's just the students" he proclaimed.
"Yes, it's a big school"
"My son went there. After he graduated he went to Johns Hopkins and became a doctor. Yep, my son's a doctor. I cannot believe my oldest son is in his sixties. I turn eighty seven this year" he trailed off and stared out nostalgically.
"That's remarkable" is all I could say
After a moment the Old Man turned back to me and continued with our conversation, "I used to make planes and missiles."
"Is that so?"
"I never went to college, and I made planes. I did school through the mail. They would send me a book. I would answer the questions and do the exercises and mail the book back. Then they would send me another. I had to draw the parts of the plane to scale. Some to the hundredths of an inch. Hundredths of an inch!"
"Wow"
"What are you studying?"
"Theatre."
"What?" he leans in closer.
I spoke slightly louder, "Theatre."
"If I had to go back, that's what I would do."
"Really?!"
"I used to make planes and missiles. I had to draw the parts of a plane to the hundredths of an inch."
"That's remarkable"
"The metal we used, it was the strongest metal in the world. But it would still bend under the pressure of the engine. After so many flights we would have to replace it. The strongest metal in the world...but it would bend."
"Wow"
"Now I am a self made artist. I love the beach. I found a shell and drew a bird on it, carved it out and now" he pulls a necklace from his shirt "I wear it around my neck."
"That's beautiful" and it was.
"Here. I want you to have this."
He hands me an object, still not quite sure what it is, made of pipe cleaners and beads.
"Thank you."
The pharmasist informs him that his prescription will not be ready until the next day at noon.
"I'm free?! Until noon tomorrow anyway."
He then turned back to me..."Good luck with your theatre thing. You have to looks for it." He turns and starts to walk out.
After a few seconds he turns back, "I hope you have the talent to match." He turned around and left.
"Me too mystery old man, me too."
Shortly after, the pharmacist called me up and gave me my prescription. I left, holding the token the old man gave me.
Most of the time, we avoid strangers...I mean, that's what we are told to do when we are younger. It is different as you get older though. You get less concerned about being kidnapped and more concerned with not being bothered. I must admit, when I saw the man look over at me, I was hoping he would keep to himself. I'm glad he didn't. Although we only talked for about ten minutes, I felt the Lord's presence in this man. I felt human. Humbled. He teared up when he was talking about his son's accomplishments and the fact that he is still alive to see his son venture into his sixties and the old man himself into his eighties. I take so much for granted. Those ten minutes opened my eyes to the simple wonders of life, and how important it is to never overlook them. Thank you Mystery Old Man.
In the words of a kind stranger, "It was the hardest metal, but it still would bend."
Life is full of turbulence but the tough stuff can still be bent.
Bon Appetit
They have a pharmacy right in the office, so I went on over. Turns out the computers were being slow and the prescription had yet to transfer over. So, I took a seat.
A few minutes later and old man sits a few seats down from me... Here is where our story begins...
"You go to ASU?" the old man asked upon noticing my ASU t-shirt and bag.
"I do" was all I could muster up.
"Thirty Thousand people go there. How crazy is that?"
"Actually it's more than that" there are over seventy thousand.
"Thirty Three thousand, and that's just the students" he proclaimed.
"Yes, it's a big school"
"My son went there. After he graduated he went to Johns Hopkins and became a doctor. Yep, my son's a doctor. I cannot believe my oldest son is in his sixties. I turn eighty seven this year" he trailed off and stared out nostalgically.
"That's remarkable" is all I could say
After a moment the Old Man turned back to me and continued with our conversation, "I used to make planes and missiles."
"Is that so?"
"I never went to college, and I made planes. I did school through the mail. They would send me a book. I would answer the questions and do the exercises and mail the book back. Then they would send me another. I had to draw the parts of the plane to scale. Some to the hundredths of an inch. Hundredths of an inch!"
"Wow"
"What are you studying?"
"Theatre."
"What?" he leans in closer.
I spoke slightly louder, "Theatre."
"If I had to go back, that's what I would do."
"Really?!"
"I used to make planes and missiles. I had to draw the parts of a plane to the hundredths of an inch."
"That's remarkable"
"The metal we used, it was the strongest metal in the world. But it would still bend under the pressure of the engine. After so many flights we would have to replace it. The strongest metal in the world...but it would bend."
"Wow"
"Now I am a self made artist. I love the beach. I found a shell and drew a bird on it, carved it out and now" he pulls a necklace from his shirt "I wear it around my neck."
"That's beautiful" and it was.
"Here. I want you to have this."
He hands me an object, still not quite sure what it is, made of pipe cleaners and beads.
"Thank you."
The pharmasist informs him that his prescription will not be ready until the next day at noon.
"I'm free?! Until noon tomorrow anyway."
He then turned back to me..."Good luck with your theatre thing. You have to looks for it." He turns and starts to walk out.
After a few seconds he turns back, "I hope you have the talent to match." He turned around and left.
"Me too mystery old man, me too."
Shortly after, the pharmacist called me up and gave me my prescription. I left, holding the token the old man gave me.
Most of the time, we avoid strangers...I mean, that's what we are told to do when we are younger. It is different as you get older though. You get less concerned about being kidnapped and more concerned with not being bothered. I must admit, when I saw the man look over at me, I was hoping he would keep to himself. I'm glad he didn't. Although we only talked for about ten minutes, I felt the Lord's presence in this man. I felt human. Humbled. He teared up when he was talking about his son's accomplishments and the fact that he is still alive to see his son venture into his sixties and the old man himself into his eighties. I take so much for granted. Those ten minutes opened my eyes to the simple wonders of life, and how important it is to never overlook them. Thank you Mystery Old Man.
In the words of a kind stranger, "It was the hardest metal, but it still would bend."
Life is full of turbulence but the tough stuff can still be bent.
Bon Appetit
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Viva Las Vegas, Star Wars, XXX and pregnant fish.
This title sounds like a bad movie plot....but instead is the plot of my life right now...how sad is that.
As the week reaches its midpoint, my roommates and I are getting anxious for the weekend.
Tomorrow at about 4 o'clock....we will hit the road and embark on a 6 hour trek through the desert to our ultimate destination: Las Vegas.
Ok, so it might not be the "ultimate" destination..but it is our destination for the long holiday weekend.
What is on our itinerary, you might ask....
Well, we are going to explore the Las Vegas strip, we are going to hike through Red Rock canyon followed by bowling at Red Rock casino, hit Freemont Street and hang out with my fam.
Sounds like a good weekend to me. :)
I am also excited to work on a school project while I am home. It is for my Spielberg/Lucas class. I have to interview people retelling Star Wars. The examples we watched in class were hilarious. It's funnier when the people you interview don't recall the movies at all.
Dad happens to know Star Wars like the back of his hand, but mom doesn't. And when I get home I am going to interview the Sanchez family, which should be very entertaining. When the final project is all filmed and edited I will definitely post it on Facebook.
One last bit of business before I say TTFN.
Amanda and I have realized that we are being attacked with the "That's what she said" ghost. Or at least that's how it started. We were sitting at home, watching tv when one of us said something and the other's eyes got really big and we started laughing hysterically. Of course, it was taken out of context (we are not teenage boys...)...but it happens all the time now. AND to top it all off, all of our classes (and I am not exaggerating) have talked about sex since we started two weeks ago. Modern tv and movies cannot avoid the topic either. So we are immersed in a culture obsessed with sex, and it (while at times is really really funny) can be quite awkward.
Disclaimer: On behalf of Amanda and Myself, we do not talk/joke about sex 24/7, but when it does come up, it's hard to stop (that's what she said...see what I mean).
OH
and Amanda's fish Ricky is either sick or is not a Ricky but is a Rickina and we will see little fish soon. We cannot tell, and we cannot decide what we want to verdict to be. We don't want the fish to be sick and die, but she/it could have over 40 babies and she will eat them. So....I guess we will just have to see.
I'm going to go back to watching Man vs. Food now....the show makes me sick and hungry at the same time. I would never be able to overindulge like that, but the food looks delicious.
On that note....
Bon Appetit!
As the week reaches its midpoint, my roommates and I are getting anxious for the weekend.
Tomorrow at about 4 o'clock....we will hit the road and embark on a 6 hour trek through the desert to our ultimate destination: Las Vegas.
Ok, so it might not be the "ultimate" destination..but it is our destination for the long holiday weekend.
What is on our itinerary, you might ask....
Well, we are going to explore the Las Vegas strip, we are going to hike through Red Rock canyon followed by bowling at Red Rock casino, hit Freemont Street and hang out with my fam.
Sounds like a good weekend to me. :)
I am also excited to work on a school project while I am home. It is for my Spielberg/Lucas class. I have to interview people retelling Star Wars. The examples we watched in class were hilarious. It's funnier when the people you interview don't recall the movies at all.
Dad happens to know Star Wars like the back of his hand, but mom doesn't. And when I get home I am going to interview the Sanchez family, which should be very entertaining. When the final project is all filmed and edited I will definitely post it on Facebook.
One last bit of business before I say TTFN.
Amanda and I have realized that we are being attacked with the "That's what she said" ghost. Or at least that's how it started. We were sitting at home, watching tv when one of us said something and the other's eyes got really big and we started laughing hysterically. Of course, it was taken out of context (we are not teenage boys...)...but it happens all the time now. AND to top it all off, all of our classes (and I am not exaggerating) have talked about sex since we started two weeks ago. Modern tv and movies cannot avoid the topic either. So we are immersed in a culture obsessed with sex, and it (while at times is really really funny) can be quite awkward.
Disclaimer: On behalf of Amanda and Myself, we do not talk/joke about sex 24/7, but when it does come up, it's hard to stop (that's what she said...see what I mean).
OH
and Amanda's fish Ricky is either sick or is not a Ricky but is a Rickina and we will see little fish soon. We cannot tell, and we cannot decide what we want to verdict to be. We don't want the fish to be sick and die, but she/it could have over 40 babies and she will eat them. So....I guess we will just have to see.
I'm going to go back to watching Man vs. Food now....the show makes me sick and hungry at the same time. I would never be able to overindulge like that, but the food looks delicious.
On that note....
Bon Appetit!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Desperate for Autumn
Have you ever had one of those days where you don't feel like doing anything or dealing with anyone?
You're not depressed or sick or mad etc. It's more like you're stuck in the in-between. You just want to lay in bed or on the couch all day, watching tv and eating soup. No cell phone, no Internet, no school, no work, no friends, no communication of any kind, no thoughts of the outside world....just you, the tv and, to top it all of, the sound of the rain outside...
Well, it's not raining... I have class in 2 hours... I have roommates and am not alone... the only thing I guess I have going for me is the fact that I don't have to work tonight...
So, I'm in a funk. I am pretty sure I have been able to narrow down the reasons as to why I am in such a funk...
1) the overwhelming reality of being a "grown up". I got my money from school, and was expecting to put most of it in my savings account so I could start saving for my few planned travels this school year. Well, bills had to be paid (expected), groceries had to be bought (expected), car needed new tires (expected...but not cheap), and when I thought I was in the clear... turns out I needed to get new struts for my car. 500 bucks. Well, I guess I'm lucky that I had the money at the time. I'm a big believer in everything happens for a reason, and perhaps that's why I had the money...so I could fix the problem before it got worse. But it still leaves a bad taste in your mouth when you have to spend money you weren't expecting to spend.
so, this contributes to my funk because escaping the "real world" doesn't have any hidden fees...or does it?
2) Overwhelming change. I use overwhelming for lack of a better word, I'm not really overwhelmed, it's more like swimming against a current but there is no undertow, so I am not getting swept out to sea. Classes just started, and I am taking a few more credits than most of my peers (however there are some taking more). Because they all just started, I am not used to my new schedule. That includes working classes, work and social/relax time into my schedule. I know in a few more weeks I will be in my groove, it just hasn't clicked yet. Waiting for the click is what is making me want to escape to the in-between, where schedules aren't important.
3) The unrelenting heat. Having to ride my bike to and from class is miserable...having to wait fifteen minutes for the air to cool down in the car when you are only making a ten minute trip is miserable...being in classes filled with bodies that raises the temperature and the odor in the room is miserable...not being able to take a refreshing dip in the pool because the water is like bath water is miserable...not being able to ever quench a thirst is miserable...the AZ heat is just miserable. And, therefore, got me thinking about the Autumn this morning. When the air is brisk, jeans and a sweatshirt are stylish and comfortable, riding my bike with cool air blowing in my face, being able to eat things like soup or chili every day, hot chocolate and the autumn flavored coffees that are around, being able to be outside for more than five seconds, the mindset that the holiday's are approaching and all the other things that attribute to that time of the year: my favorite time of the year.
I do wish that I got to experience real Autumn, where the leaves change colors and fall off the trees, impatiently waiting for the first snowfall, etc. But the harsh reality of it all is that it is still over one-hundred degrees outside and I am going to fry my face off when I go to class in a little while. This is what contributes most to my current funk.
It doesn't help that I know I am going to Michigan for Thanksgiving and am so excited for this trip and cannot wait....because the more I anticipate, the longer I do have to wait.
Well, it's breakfast time...and instead of a steaming bowl of chili, I think I will go have Apple Jacks... and instead of curling up on the couch to a movie or marathon of some kind, I think I will go shower and get ready for school...
I just thought of one last thing... Most people are going around today saying things like, "TGIF!" or "It's finally the weekend!"...and while I hear all these people say this...I don't believe them. For me, you see, it is not the weekend...I work a total of 16 hours between Saturday and Sunday....
And to top it all of: It just started raining....hot rain, not the kind I was hoping for...but alas, I wasn't specific enough, was I?
From the Friday Funks, I bid you all farewell. And in hopes for a speedy return,
Bon Appetit!
You're not depressed or sick or mad etc. It's more like you're stuck in the in-between. You just want to lay in bed or on the couch all day, watching tv and eating soup. No cell phone, no Internet, no school, no work, no friends, no communication of any kind, no thoughts of the outside world....just you, the tv and, to top it all of, the sound of the rain outside...
Well, it's not raining... I have class in 2 hours... I have roommates and am not alone... the only thing I guess I have going for me is the fact that I don't have to work tonight...
So, I'm in a funk. I am pretty sure I have been able to narrow down the reasons as to why I am in such a funk...
1) the overwhelming reality of being a "grown up". I got my money from school, and was expecting to put most of it in my savings account so I could start saving for my few planned travels this school year. Well, bills had to be paid (expected), groceries had to be bought (expected), car needed new tires (expected...but not cheap), and when I thought I was in the clear... turns out I needed to get new struts for my car. 500 bucks. Well, I guess I'm lucky that I had the money at the time. I'm a big believer in everything happens for a reason, and perhaps that's why I had the money...so I could fix the problem before it got worse. But it still leaves a bad taste in your mouth when you have to spend money you weren't expecting to spend.
so, this contributes to my funk because escaping the "real world" doesn't have any hidden fees...or does it?
2) Overwhelming change. I use overwhelming for lack of a better word, I'm not really overwhelmed, it's more like swimming against a current but there is no undertow, so I am not getting swept out to sea. Classes just started, and I am taking a few more credits than most of my peers (however there are some taking more). Because they all just started, I am not used to my new schedule. That includes working classes, work and social/relax time into my schedule. I know in a few more weeks I will be in my groove, it just hasn't clicked yet. Waiting for the click is what is making me want to escape to the in-between, where schedules aren't important.
3) The unrelenting heat. Having to ride my bike to and from class is miserable...having to wait fifteen minutes for the air to cool down in the car when you are only making a ten minute trip is miserable...being in classes filled with bodies that raises the temperature and the odor in the room is miserable...not being able to take a refreshing dip in the pool because the water is like bath water is miserable...not being able to ever quench a thirst is miserable...the AZ heat is just miserable. And, therefore, got me thinking about the Autumn this morning. When the air is brisk, jeans and a sweatshirt are stylish and comfortable, riding my bike with cool air blowing in my face, being able to eat things like soup or chili every day, hot chocolate and the autumn flavored coffees that are around, being able to be outside for more than five seconds, the mindset that the holiday's are approaching and all the other things that attribute to that time of the year: my favorite time of the year.
I do wish that I got to experience real Autumn, where the leaves change colors and fall off the trees, impatiently waiting for the first snowfall, etc. But the harsh reality of it all is that it is still over one-hundred degrees outside and I am going to fry my face off when I go to class in a little while. This is what contributes most to my current funk.
It doesn't help that I know I am going to Michigan for Thanksgiving and am so excited for this trip and cannot wait....because the more I anticipate, the longer I do have to wait.
Well, it's breakfast time...and instead of a steaming bowl of chili, I think I will go have Apple Jacks... and instead of curling up on the couch to a movie or marathon of some kind, I think I will go shower and get ready for school...
I just thought of one last thing... Most people are going around today saying things like, "TGIF!" or "It's finally the weekend!"...and while I hear all these people say this...I don't believe them. For me, you see, it is not the weekend...I work a total of 16 hours between Saturday and Sunday....
And to top it all of: It just started raining....hot rain, not the kind I was hoping for...but alas, I wasn't specific enough, was I?
From the Friday Funks, I bid you all farewell. And in hopes for a speedy return,
Bon Appetit!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Death at Sea
I regret to inform you William Shark-speare died.... turns out the instructions the guy at Petco gave me were wrong. And an innocent fish suffered. But never fear, they gave me a new one and the proper way to care for him. I have a good feeling about William Shark-speare the second.
I came to a startling realization today: I am not going to want my friends or family to see the films I am in if I become an actress.....
Sometimes you cannot avoid certain types of characters or plots. And if I get hired to play a murderer or an object of one's affection, it will be awkward to have people I know watch me play these roles. I will have to do them anyway though, once you say no to a director, word gets around and that would be the end of my career.... It's a tough industry, but it is what I want to do. Meaning, I have to face these realities and deal with them.
Here's the catch though, sometimes those roles are your big break or your Oscar winners. Take for instance Titanic. Kate Winslet had to pose nude for Leo...but that was her big break, and look at her now....(there was also that racy scene in the steamy car...)
OR
Meryl Streep in Spophie's Choice. Amazing film, but heart-wrenching. Family and friends of mine will see me up on the screen, not the character. Even if it does win me an ocsar....I don't want my close friends and parents watch me have a love affair, sacrifice my child to the Nazi's and then kill myself.
However, sadly, it doesn't mean I won't do it. If I find a Sophie's Choice, I will pounce on it. That movie MADE Meryl Streep.
All in all, I will be vary grateful if I can find work as a successful working actress, and even go as far as winning an Oscar. BUT, again, don't be offended if I advise you not to see my films. If you really must, I will not stop you. But I will do my very best to, at lease, forewarn you of the nature of my character and of the film.
I'm pretty sure there is a girl puking outside...thaaaat's lovely...not.
On that note, I will change the subject and bit you adieu.
Long day of classes ahead. 7:30-8:15 and 12-4:15..... at least I don't work again until Saturday. And a week from tomorrow we leave for Vegas! Woo-hoo!
Until we meet again,
Bon Appetit!
Basically, don't be offended if I tell you not to see one of my movies, it is for your own good.
I came to a startling realization today: I am not going to want my friends or family to see the films I am in if I become an actress.....
Sometimes you cannot avoid certain types of characters or plots. And if I get hired to play a murderer or an object of one's affection, it will be awkward to have people I know watch me play these roles. I will have to do them anyway though, once you say no to a director, word gets around and that would be the end of my career.... It's a tough industry, but it is what I want to do. Meaning, I have to face these realities and deal with them.
Here's the catch though, sometimes those roles are your big break or your Oscar winners. Take for instance Titanic. Kate Winslet had to pose nude for Leo...but that was her big break, and look at her now....(there was also that racy scene in the steamy car...)
OR
Meryl Streep in Spophie's Choice. Amazing film, but heart-wrenching. Family and friends of mine will see me up on the screen, not the character. Even if it does win me an ocsar....I don't want my close friends and parents watch me have a love affair, sacrifice my child to the Nazi's and then kill myself.
However, sadly, it doesn't mean I won't do it. If I find a Sophie's Choice, I will pounce on it. That movie MADE Meryl Streep.
All in all, I will be vary grateful if I can find work as a successful working actress, and even go as far as winning an Oscar. BUT, again, don't be offended if I advise you not to see my films. If you really must, I will not stop you. But I will do my very best to, at lease, forewarn you of the nature of my character and of the film.
I'm pretty sure there is a girl puking outside...thaaaat's lovely...not.
On that note, I will change the subject and bit you adieu.
Long day of classes ahead. 7:30-8:15 and 12-4:15..... at least I don't work again until Saturday. And a week from tomorrow we leave for Vegas! Woo-hoo!
Until we meet again,
Bon Appetit!
Basically, don't be offended if I tell you not to see one of my movies, it is for your own good.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Hiatus From Hell
Well, it has been a while hasn't it?
My slight, unplanned and unexpected, hiatus has come to a close. Last post was back in January....and a lot has happened since then.
Firstly, I want to apologize for my disappearance. I wish I had a better excuse, like being kidnapped by Malaysian Baboons and being forced to live in the Jungles of Malaysia adapting to the Baboon-ish ways, but sadly, that was not the case.
-Missed me, haven't you?
There's really no need to write an epic tale of what has been going on the past 7 months...I will just hit the highlights....
-got a $.10 raise at work
-finished my second year of college
-spent the summer working (my usual Target jobs, which includes my training at the Target Starbucks)
-spent a week in Plano, TX (one of my favorite places on Earth)
-started my third year of college
That's about it....
Going back to the last point, I did start my Junior year at Arizona State. Where has the time gone?! I can't believe I am half-way done with my college career. It feels like just yesterday I was starting my sophomore year back at Mesquite High School....
I am still a Theatre major with a minor in Architectural Design. Nothing much to report there.
So far, my classes seem intriguing and enjoyable. It has only been the first week, but I'm sure things will only get better/ first impressions are everything, and so far so good.
I guess the biggest highlight in my life right now is the new edition to our Tempe,AZ family....our fish.
Over the summer our 3 little goldfish died. We took a trip to PetCo to buy new ones....well, let's just say things got out of hand.
We started by suggesting we get a glass bowl, because our plastic one had gotten funky. Then we saw a 10-gallon tank on sale.....then we had to get the filter, the special top, new rocks a Grecian ruin for the fish to swim through and new fish of course.....
Well, now that we were investing in a larger tank, we couldn't just simply get goldfish, no sir-ee. It all started when I spotted a silver-tipped shark.
-Sidenote: for those of you who don't know (and still read this), my favorite animal is the shark...and I have always wanted one as a pet. I want to swim with them and someday, want a large tank with a larger shark....but for now I will stick to my story about the silver-tipped shark
He is a community shark, meaning he plays well with others. I wanted to give him a super cool name (i would have originally named him Bruce, but my track record with fish with that name is not so good). I wanted it to be poetic and extraordinary. So, naturally, I was looking up Shakespearean names...Amanda mis-read Shakespeare as SHARK-speare....and so now we have William Shark-speare the silver tipped shark. As of right now he is in our old bowl, because the water in the tank has to be just rightly regulated before he can join the rest of the group.
We also have Dot (Lexi's little white and orange goldfish), Ricky and Lucy (Amanda's Black and White guppies), Charlie (Amanda's other fish that has a Charlie Chaplin mustache) AND my other baby Julius Caesar the Plecostamus (bottom feeder).
Look for pictures on Facebook soon. :)
Well, I guess that will be all for now. I will be posting more frequently and will do my best not to bore you. Until then, and as always...
Bon Appetit!
My slight, unplanned and unexpected, hiatus has come to a close. Last post was back in January....and a lot has happened since then.
Firstly, I want to apologize for my disappearance. I wish I had a better excuse, like being kidnapped by Malaysian Baboons and being forced to live in the Jungles of Malaysia adapting to the Baboon-ish ways, but sadly, that was not the case.
-Missed me, haven't you?
There's really no need to write an epic tale of what has been going on the past 7 months...I will just hit the highlights....
-got a $.10 raise at work
-finished my second year of college
-spent the summer working (my usual Target jobs, which includes my training at the Target Starbucks)
-spent a week in Plano, TX (one of my favorite places on Earth)
-started my third year of college
That's about it....
Going back to the last point, I did start my Junior year at Arizona State. Where has the time gone?! I can't believe I am half-way done with my college career. It feels like just yesterday I was starting my sophomore year back at Mesquite High School....
I am still a Theatre major with a minor in Architectural Design. Nothing much to report there.
So far, my classes seem intriguing and enjoyable. It has only been the first week, but I'm sure things will only get better/ first impressions are everything, and so far so good.
I guess the biggest highlight in my life right now is the new edition to our Tempe,AZ family....our fish.
Over the summer our 3 little goldfish died. We took a trip to PetCo to buy new ones....well, let's just say things got out of hand.
We started by suggesting we get a glass bowl, because our plastic one had gotten funky. Then we saw a 10-gallon tank on sale.....then we had to get the filter, the special top, new rocks a Grecian ruin for the fish to swim through and new fish of course.....
Well, now that we were investing in a larger tank, we couldn't just simply get goldfish, no sir-ee. It all started when I spotted a silver-tipped shark.
-Sidenote: for those of you who don't know (and still read this), my favorite animal is the shark...and I have always wanted one as a pet. I want to swim with them and someday, want a large tank with a larger shark....but for now I will stick to my story about the silver-tipped shark
He is a community shark, meaning he plays well with others. I wanted to give him a super cool name (i would have originally named him Bruce, but my track record with fish with that name is not so good). I wanted it to be poetic and extraordinary. So, naturally, I was looking up Shakespearean names...Amanda mis-read Shakespeare as SHARK-speare....and so now we have William Shark-speare the silver tipped shark. As of right now he is in our old bowl, because the water in the tank has to be just rightly regulated before he can join the rest of the group.
We also have Dot (Lexi's little white and orange goldfish), Ricky and Lucy (Amanda's Black and White guppies), Charlie (Amanda's other fish that has a Charlie Chaplin mustache) AND my other baby Julius Caesar the Plecostamus (bottom feeder).
Look for pictures on Facebook soon. :)
Well, I guess that will be all for now. I will be posting more frequently and will do my best not to bore you. Until then, and as always...
Bon Appetit!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Bad Karma: thanks a lot Buddah.
I apologize to my avid readers (yeah right) for taking such a long, and may I add unplanned, sabbatical.
I meant to write before the holidays, and even during, but just didn't.
I am now back, and cannot promise a new post everyday, but will try my best to write at least once a week.
I could fill you in on how I have been since my last post (sometime in Nov!) but then I would lose all my avid avid (again, yeah right) readers.
Instead, I plan on just starting the new year of posts with a rant. Hence my lovely title.
Basically.....
1) My toilet is kind of on the fritz, so my entire bathroom smells like a sewer.
2) I was forced to move all of my belongings off of the other side of my room. (It is a double occupancy room but I was never assigned a roommate. They say we probably won't...but I had to take the sheets off the other bed, my pictures off the wall, etc. I plan on putting it all bad after the annual inspection, but do not understand why I have to pay rent to look at blank walls and a mattress. I only decorated the way I did to make my home feel livable).
3) I found and ordered a copy of the deluxe 2-disc edition of Julie and Julia (it was a limited time DVD and is no longer being sold in stores.) The cheapest one I found, with shipping, came close to 40 bucks, but I was willing to pay for it. I received the package in the mail today...and it is the wrong one. I am hoping that the seller made a mistake and is not promoting false advertising and we can get this sorted out. If not, I am in contacts with the two other sellers on Amazon to see if they are more trustworthy. The guy I ordered from has a 95% positive rating, so I thought I could trust him. Who knows, maybe I can, maybe it was just a mix up.
4) Also, there is a possible Lawsuit against me...long story short- I got a credit card years ago. Family faced financial crisis and used it. Went deeper into a financial crisis so they had to stop payments. I was told (by my parents) that they had set up a payment plan so my credit won't be screwed up forever...but according to the people who just called (actually they called my grandmother in New York) my parents didn't and if we don't do something by next month the card company is filing a lawsuit against me. thanks a lot mom and dad. (*I love my parents and although this bothers me, I gave them permission to use the card, we had no other options, I am not really mad at them I am mad at the US treasury...or the government in general...I am moving to New Zealand!)
I think that is all...but it all happened in the span of two days.... hopefully the second half of this week will start to look up.
Whatever happens in life, I can't let it hold me back. All I can do is tread forth, and I shall.
And always,
Bon Appetit!
I meant to write before the holidays, and even during, but just didn't.
I am now back, and cannot promise a new post everyday, but will try my best to write at least once a week.
I could fill you in on how I have been since my last post (sometime in Nov!) but then I would lose all my avid avid (again, yeah right) readers.
Instead, I plan on just starting the new year of posts with a rant. Hence my lovely title.
Basically.....
1) My toilet is kind of on the fritz, so my entire bathroom smells like a sewer.
2) I was forced to move all of my belongings off of the other side of my room. (It is a double occupancy room but I was never assigned a roommate. They say we probably won't...but I had to take the sheets off the other bed, my pictures off the wall, etc. I plan on putting it all bad after the annual inspection, but do not understand why I have to pay rent to look at blank walls and a mattress. I only decorated the way I did to make my home feel livable).
3) I found and ordered a copy of the deluxe 2-disc edition of Julie and Julia (it was a limited time DVD and is no longer being sold in stores.) The cheapest one I found, with shipping, came close to 40 bucks, but I was willing to pay for it. I received the package in the mail today...and it is the wrong one. I am hoping that the seller made a mistake and is not promoting false advertising and we can get this sorted out. If not, I am in contacts with the two other sellers on Amazon to see if they are more trustworthy. The guy I ordered from has a 95% positive rating, so I thought I could trust him. Who knows, maybe I can, maybe it was just a mix up.
4) Also, there is a possible Lawsuit against me...long story short- I got a credit card years ago. Family faced financial crisis and used it. Went deeper into a financial crisis so they had to stop payments. I was told (by my parents) that they had set up a payment plan so my credit won't be screwed up forever...but according to the people who just called (actually they called my grandmother in New York) my parents didn't and if we don't do something by next month the card company is filing a lawsuit against me. thanks a lot mom and dad. (*I love my parents and although this bothers me, I gave them permission to use the card, we had no other options, I am not really mad at them I am mad at the US treasury...or the government in general...I am moving to New Zealand!)
I think that is all...but it all happened in the span of two days.... hopefully the second half of this week will start to look up.
Whatever happens in life, I can't let it hold me back. All I can do is tread forth, and I shall.
And always,
Bon Appetit!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Can you ever forgive me?
I have deserted you for over a month.
I don't know what has come over me.
I am deeply sorry and hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
This will not be a significant post. I want to write something wonderful as my comeback and now is not the time. But the time will be soon. You have my word.
If anyone still checks this, I will not let you down. I will not let myself down.
Until I can find the words to write....
I suggest the song 'Endless Night' from the Broadway show "The Lion King"
and of course,
Bon Appetit
I don't know what has come over me.
I am deeply sorry and hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
This will not be a significant post. I want to write something wonderful as my comeback and now is not the time. But the time will be soon. You have my word.
If anyone still checks this, I will not let you down. I will not let myself down.
Until I can find the words to write....
I suggest the song 'Endless Night' from the Broadway show "The Lion King"
and of course,
Bon Appetit
Monday, October 19, 2009
'Tragic' Memories and Meatloaf
Well, all good things must come to an end; and, alas, my play "Tragedy: A Tragedy" by Will Eno closed on Sunday afternoon. (Sighs)
What to do with my life now? Well, I desperately need a job...but I still want to act...I am in a bit of a pickle. Or am I?
Well, here's what I am working with. If I get a morning job (like at a coffee shop or a bagel shop) then I can still do rehearsals and shows at night....but I am not having much luck finding a job and I really need to take whatever I can get...but I want to act (stomps feet on ground).
I'm going to stop myself right there. No use throwing a temper-tantrum on my own blog. That's pathetic. Instead I am going to tell you why I want to act.
Don't worry I'm not going to write you an essay on why acting is my "passion" or why the "theatre is my calling"...I am going to tell you about closing weekend of my show and then you will see why I want to continue what I love doing...
Coming into this show I was very nervous. Most of the cast consisted of Grad students and I was nervous about that because I didn't know how well I would fit in. Also, my perceptions of the grad students were that they were very egotistical...
Thursday was a slow night and Friday was a little better. Friday after the show a few of my fellow cast mates (two of the three other under-grads) invited me to go to a costume party with them. I decided to go. The theme was 7 deadly sins, so I put on pjs and went as sloth. The party was really boring, but we wanted to have some fun so we decided to leave the party and go drive around. The girl driving got pulled over for a really stupid reason and the cop was really awkward. After that one girl with us decided she was hungry so we were off to find a Sonic. After that we debated whether or not to go back to Katie's to watch a movie or just all go home and go to bed. We were exhausted so she brought us back to our cars at the party and we all headed home. But, I had a really fun time with the girls.
Saturday night was out best show of our entire run. The audience was the best ever. In the pre-show where I come on and set up the anchor's desk, I got applauded...this audience was my favorite. After the show we were all super pumped and some of the gang (the director-Joya, and two grad Students- Zac and Lee) wanted to go celebrate. y roommate were out of town and an empty house was awaiting me so I decided to tag along. Lee drove with me and we met the rest of the gang at a bar/restaurant Boulders. I ordered water and decided I wasn't hungry but if we all were to order dessert I would do that. Zac loves this place and ordered an appetizer of wings for us all to share. Jamaican Jerk flavored. They were amazing. When Lee got her food she realized she was never going to finish it all so she pawned off some of her fries to me. We talked and talked for like two hours. We were laughing and having a really great time. On the way home, I drove Lee home, we started talking about things. I told her my fear of working with grad students coming into the show, but they have been super awesome and I have loved every minute of it. She re-assured me that the grad students love working with the undergrads because they get sick of working with the same 15 people... then she told me how when she first got cast she felt bad because her small role could have gone to an undergrad and she feels bad that the grad students keep taking all the roles in every show. (That made me realize that not all grad students are full of themselves.) I dropped her off home and had a really great feeling about life, went home kicked my feet up on the coffee table and relaxed.
Sunday was CRAZY. Church was chaotic as usual and I had to leave early but was still late to call time. We did our last show, not as good as the night before but not our worst. Afterwards we had strike. All the girls in the cast were assigned to the make up head. We cleaned out the dressing rooms and then "waited" for the laundry to be finished. We all sat and watched Youtube videos until we were dismissed.
As I am in my car getting ready to pull away from Tragedy: A Tragedy for the final time Adam (one of my favorite cast members) exited the theatre and spotted me. He mouthed, "I loved you see you soon!" It put a smile on my face.
I have realized that this experience has been amazing and I am so grateful. I cannot wait to work with these people again because they have made the past two months of my life so awesome.
A few of the grads I know are teaching classes next semester and are interested in having me take them...I think I might.
I came home to an empty house again, the girls were coming home later that evening. However, I really enjoyed it.
OH, that morning before I left I set a bug bomb, so I had to discard that when I got home but that really isn't important to the story.
I liked being on my own this weekend. Sunday night I cooked myself a mini meatloaf which I had pre-pared that morning. Mashed potatoes and corn. I put the showtunes channel on while I did some homework. When dinner was ready I put on a tv movie and just relaxed. It was nice.
OH, Saturday during the day I watched Pretty Woman for the first time. Loved it so much.
Overall, good weekend. Good people, good shows, good meatloaf.
Bon Appetit.
What to do with my life now? Well, I desperately need a job...but I still want to act...I am in a bit of a pickle. Or am I?
Well, here's what I am working with. If I get a morning job (like at a coffee shop or a bagel shop) then I can still do rehearsals and shows at night....but I am not having much luck finding a job and I really need to take whatever I can get...but I want to act (stomps feet on ground).
I'm going to stop myself right there. No use throwing a temper-tantrum on my own blog. That's pathetic. Instead I am going to tell you why I want to act.
Don't worry I'm not going to write you an essay on why acting is my "passion" or why the "theatre is my calling"...I am going to tell you about closing weekend of my show and then you will see why I want to continue what I love doing...
Coming into this show I was very nervous. Most of the cast consisted of Grad students and I was nervous about that because I didn't know how well I would fit in. Also, my perceptions of the grad students were that they were very egotistical...
Thursday was a slow night and Friday was a little better. Friday after the show a few of my fellow cast mates (two of the three other under-grads) invited me to go to a costume party with them. I decided to go. The theme was 7 deadly sins, so I put on pjs and went as sloth. The party was really boring, but we wanted to have some fun so we decided to leave the party and go drive around. The girl driving got pulled over for a really stupid reason and the cop was really awkward. After that one girl with us decided she was hungry so we were off to find a Sonic. After that we debated whether or not to go back to Katie's to watch a movie or just all go home and go to bed. We were exhausted so she brought us back to our cars at the party and we all headed home. But, I had a really fun time with the girls.
Saturday night was out best show of our entire run. The audience was the best ever. In the pre-show where I come on and set up the anchor's desk, I got applauded...this audience was my favorite. After the show we were all super pumped and some of the gang (the director-Joya, and two grad Students- Zac and Lee) wanted to go celebrate. y roommate were out of town and an empty house was awaiting me so I decided to tag along. Lee drove with me and we met the rest of the gang at a bar/restaurant Boulders. I ordered water and decided I wasn't hungry but if we all were to order dessert I would do that. Zac loves this place and ordered an appetizer of wings for us all to share. Jamaican Jerk flavored. They were amazing. When Lee got her food she realized she was never going to finish it all so she pawned off some of her fries to me. We talked and talked for like two hours. We were laughing and having a really great time. On the way home, I drove Lee home, we started talking about things. I told her my fear of working with grad students coming into the show, but they have been super awesome and I have loved every minute of it. She re-assured me that the grad students love working with the undergrads because they get sick of working with the same 15 people... then she told me how when she first got cast she felt bad because her small role could have gone to an undergrad and she feels bad that the grad students keep taking all the roles in every show. (That made me realize that not all grad students are full of themselves.) I dropped her off home and had a really great feeling about life, went home kicked my feet up on the coffee table and relaxed.
Sunday was CRAZY. Church was chaotic as usual and I had to leave early but was still late to call time. We did our last show, not as good as the night before but not our worst. Afterwards we had strike. All the girls in the cast were assigned to the make up head. We cleaned out the dressing rooms and then "waited" for the laundry to be finished. We all sat and watched Youtube videos until we were dismissed.
As I am in my car getting ready to pull away from Tragedy: A Tragedy for the final time Adam (one of my favorite cast members) exited the theatre and spotted me. He mouthed, "I loved you see you soon!" It put a smile on my face.
I have realized that this experience has been amazing and I am so grateful. I cannot wait to work with these people again because they have made the past two months of my life so awesome.
A few of the grads I know are teaching classes next semester and are interested in having me take them...I think I might.
I came home to an empty house again, the girls were coming home later that evening. However, I really enjoyed it.
OH, that morning before I left I set a bug bomb, so I had to discard that when I got home but that really isn't important to the story.
I liked being on my own this weekend. Sunday night I cooked myself a mini meatloaf which I had pre-pared that morning. Mashed potatoes and corn. I put the showtunes channel on while I did some homework. When dinner was ready I put on a tv movie and just relaxed. It was nice.
OH, Saturday during the day I watched Pretty Woman for the first time. Loved it so much.
Overall, good weekend. Good people, good shows, good meatloaf.
Bon Appetit.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Winter Evening and Warmth
This of course is referring to a new, Limited Edition, fragrance by Febreze.
They also have one that smells like a Christmas Tree (will get that on in about a month) and two other ones that also smelled amazing. This one, however, is special. This one has a scent so divine, you just want to smell it all the time.
It brings up the question, "Where can I get a Winter Evening with Warmth like that?"
Let me explain...
What do you think a Winter Evening would smell like?
Before coming across this scent, if asked the question, I would probably respond, "A mixture of hot chocolate, a warm fire, frosty air, a home-cooked meal by mom, maybe some warm apple pie...."... the list would go on forever. Nothing makes me happier than a true Winter Evening.
BUT, I am getting older and my Winter Evenings will start to change over the next several years. Meaning, someday I will stop spending Winter Evenings at home with mom and dad. Someday I will have a special someone to share my Winter Evenings with. This part of the discussion is my favorite. Why? Because I get to fantasize about my dream guy...my Winter Evening.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Ok, now that I have fantasized about my Winter Evening, back to my discussion.
This scent, is just that. Ok, so it isn't my prince charming in a bottle...but it might as well be his scent. This fragrance smells like a very sexy man's cologne. It is indescribable. I really want to meet a guy who uses it as his daily wear. I don't care if it is Febreze, it is the best smell I have ever smelled, guy wise. It is pure heaven.
This discovery has sparked some rather interesting mind conversations.
1) I was in lecture and a guy came in late and grabbed the seat next to me. He didn't smell like B.O., but he didn't smell nice. He just smelled dirty. He smelled like heat. So, I had a very brief, 5 minutes give or take, mind conversation with myself wishing that I had the Febreze with me so I could douse him in it. Then I began to fantasize with the idea that he pulled it out of his bad and saw me looking at him. This embarrassed him because it is only Febreze but I confessed that I loved that scent and it was happily ever after for us. Well, none of this happened. He continued to stink and he wasn't even that cute, at all. He had a look about him that he was this party-er who couldn't be bothered with the class and is only coming because he's got nothing better to do. But, I won't judge a book by his cover....I am just making a random "what if".
2) Tonight marks the second night that the roommies and I, don't ever tell them I told you this, have doused our beds (pillows, sheets, blankets, etc.) with this stuff. When we curl up in bed at night it is very nice. We hope it will bring us sweet dreams. So far, last night I didn't have any dream...but I didn't use a lot. I used a little more tonight, so we'll see how that goes.
Someday I will have my Winter Evening. But, until then I am going to snack on cereal and treat myself to a movie before going to bed. Oh, and I can't forget the Finding Nemo fruit snacks...
Bon Appetit!
They also have one that smells like a Christmas Tree (will get that on in about a month) and two other ones that also smelled amazing. This one, however, is special. This one has a scent so divine, you just want to smell it all the time.
It brings up the question, "Where can I get a Winter Evening with Warmth like that?"
Let me explain...
What do you think a Winter Evening would smell like?
Before coming across this scent, if asked the question, I would probably respond, "A mixture of hot chocolate, a warm fire, frosty air, a home-cooked meal by mom, maybe some warm apple pie...."... the list would go on forever. Nothing makes me happier than a true Winter Evening.
BUT, I am getting older and my Winter Evenings will start to change over the next several years. Meaning, someday I will stop spending Winter Evenings at home with mom and dad. Someday I will have a special someone to share my Winter Evenings with. This part of the discussion is my favorite. Why? Because I get to fantasize about my dream guy...my Winter Evening.
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Ok, now that I have fantasized about my Winter Evening, back to my discussion.
This scent, is just that. Ok, so it isn't my prince charming in a bottle...but it might as well be his scent. This fragrance smells like a very sexy man's cologne. It is indescribable. I really want to meet a guy who uses it as his daily wear. I don't care if it is Febreze, it is the best smell I have ever smelled, guy wise. It is pure heaven.
This discovery has sparked some rather interesting mind conversations.
1) I was in lecture and a guy came in late and grabbed the seat next to me. He didn't smell like B.O., but he didn't smell nice. He just smelled dirty. He smelled like heat. So, I had a very brief, 5 minutes give or take, mind conversation with myself wishing that I had the Febreze with me so I could douse him in it. Then I began to fantasize with the idea that he pulled it out of his bad and saw me looking at him. This embarrassed him because it is only Febreze but I confessed that I loved that scent and it was happily ever after for us. Well, none of this happened. He continued to stink and he wasn't even that cute, at all. He had a look about him that he was this party-er who couldn't be bothered with the class and is only coming because he's got nothing better to do. But, I won't judge a book by his cover....I am just making a random "what if".
2) Tonight marks the second night that the roommies and I, don't ever tell them I told you this, have doused our beds (pillows, sheets, blankets, etc.) with this stuff. When we curl up in bed at night it is very nice. We hope it will bring us sweet dreams. So far, last night I didn't have any dream...but I didn't use a lot. I used a little more tonight, so we'll see how that goes.
Someday I will have my Winter Evening. But, until then I am going to snack on cereal and treat myself to a movie before going to bed. Oh, and I can't forget the Finding Nemo fruit snacks...
Bon Appetit!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Giddy
We kicked off the second weekend of the show I am, Tragedy:A Tragedy, tonight.
All seemed to go very well. After the show we were asked to come up to the house. turns out, and everyone but me knew this, we were being adjudicated.
In high school, when shows were adjudicated, we didn't get to hear from the adjudicators right after the show. Tonight we did.
Before I go any further I just have to say this: My post talking about the "Dark Side"...I take most of it back.
Not because we got bad feedback (we didn't, we got great feedback), but because I was hit with a revelation tonight that has left me rather giddy.
What the adjudicators had to say really doesn't matter....it's what happened afterward.
So, there's this part of the play when I come on, I give Frank (played by the awesome Adam) my earpiece a note and exit the theatre. Tonight I forgot the note. It's not a big deal. It's not scripted, it was just a little something I added. So, I wait for him in the lobby and when he came out I pulled him aside. I basically apologized for forgetting his note. I knew it wasn't a big deal but, out of courtesy, I wanted to apologize. We ended up talking for about twenty-five minutes.
Quick background. Adam is a grad-student. He is rather talented. Rather good looking (and gay...yay theatre). Amazingly sweet. He was the first one to really make me feel "at home" with this cast (they all really embraced me and the other interns). And is just a really great guy all-around.
We talked about the note, and how it brought a different (but good) feel to that scene for him. He likes the notes better, but it really worked out nicely tonight. Then we went on about how many things were off tonight, but not in a bad way. He pointed out how when I brought him his sugar he turned to thank me and I was already headed backstage. I explained that I was always told I was going to be cued backstage because I don't know when he asks for the sugar and I haven't been cued, so I normally try to tell by his shadow that I can see off stage. Usually I enter at the end of John's speech, right before Michael starts talking. Tonight I realized John was almost done and I didn't want to walk all over the beginning of Michael's speech because that is the most important part, normally. So I quickly came on, heard him say thank you, but quickly got off. Also, there is a sound cue that the earpieces are receiving nasty feedback. I am normally not on stage but was tonight and reacted to it. When I told him my mini-story of why it was flustered. He said, "I saw that! Oh my gosh, Emily you are so talented. To pick up on something on the spot like that. I love you."
Well, here is where my revelation hit me. I wasn't hung up on the compliment but was rather hung up on the comment in general. I realized that I would never have gotten that comment from an adjudicator because it would have looked blocked since everyone else as reacting. But because I have worked through this whole process with Adam he picks up on the more subtle true moments of genius (not that I'm a genius, but I am referring to all the actors in my cast...in any cast there are moments of genius...you get what I mean). That's when I realized the following.
So today isn't "my day"...but someday it will be. Until then this is just experience. Both from a learning standpoint and just an experience in general standpoint. I am lucky to be given these opportunities to work with really amazing people and get this experience that will help me later in my "career". Also, (I have picked this revelation up in one of my more recent classes) I am more focused on learning and applying technique rather than just performing in class right now. Some day I will (I will never stop learning new things but) be able to perform my heart out using these techniques (I hope). No matter where I end up in this industry, I am living the most important part of it. Some people just try to be in shows and be the best. Some people just want to fast forward through school and go into the big leagues. I am realizing that this is where it all begins. This is where I will become that person. By realizing this, I am able to take more out of it. I am able to relish these moments and it will take me farther because I am taking my time and am taking things one step at a time. Realizing all this at once is rejuvenating to me. It put me in such a good mood. I am excited to see where I will end up in life, but knowing that the secret to getting far in life lies in being involved in my education is like knowing the secret to immortality. I feel utterly in control, but not in control at the same time. I feel in control because I now know that my work know will be reflected in my future work but not in control because I know God has a plan for my life and He is in control.
I don't know if any of this is coming off the way I am intending. But I hope you get the gist.
Anyway, I talked to Adam about many other things too.
then I came home and texted my brother. He is going through some tough times and I really don't know how to be there for him without him feeling like I am hovering or lecturing him...A text conversation was the way to do it. I found out so much so quickly and we were able to communicate better because I didn't need to know all the details and he didn't have to hear the tones of my comments...we just went with it and we left the conversation (both of us) in a really good place.
I am truly blessed and am on top of the world now. Even though my roommates are in a stupid session of conflict. Nothing can rain on my parade right now. I feel great.
The village people inside my head and I are finally starting to get one another. They still may get a little unruly sometimes, but I'm sure I do to....we all do. That's life. That's another thing I have realized. Life is life. Take what you can get and work with it. My roommate makes comments about how I don't get really angry, I don't let my frustration get to me and I rarely get angry/frustrated. It may bother her that I don't need to scream or holler....it's really just because I have experienced enough (that's weird to say even though I am not even 20) to the point where I have learned to live life the way I do. I like it, it's really so much easier than worrying, or getting angry or whatever else.
Again, I am so blessed and cannot wait to start another beautiful day (the weather is perfect right now) and have another great night with my acting family!
Bon Appetit!!!!!!!
All seemed to go very well. After the show we were asked to come up to the house. turns out, and everyone but me knew this, we were being adjudicated.
In high school, when shows were adjudicated, we didn't get to hear from the adjudicators right after the show. Tonight we did.
Before I go any further I just have to say this: My post talking about the "Dark Side"...I take most of it back.
Not because we got bad feedback (we didn't, we got great feedback), but because I was hit with a revelation tonight that has left me rather giddy.
What the adjudicators had to say really doesn't matter....it's what happened afterward.
So, there's this part of the play when I come on, I give Frank (played by the awesome Adam) my earpiece a note and exit the theatre. Tonight I forgot the note. It's not a big deal. It's not scripted, it was just a little something I added. So, I wait for him in the lobby and when he came out I pulled him aside. I basically apologized for forgetting his note. I knew it wasn't a big deal but, out of courtesy, I wanted to apologize. We ended up talking for about twenty-five minutes.
Quick background. Adam is a grad-student. He is rather talented. Rather good looking (and gay...yay theatre). Amazingly sweet. He was the first one to really make me feel "at home" with this cast (they all really embraced me and the other interns). And is just a really great guy all-around.
We talked about the note, and how it brought a different (but good) feel to that scene for him. He likes the notes better, but it really worked out nicely tonight. Then we went on about how many things were off tonight, but not in a bad way. He pointed out how when I brought him his sugar he turned to thank me and I was already headed backstage. I explained that I was always told I was going to be cued backstage because I don't know when he asks for the sugar and I haven't been cued, so I normally try to tell by his shadow that I can see off stage. Usually I enter at the end of John's speech, right before Michael starts talking. Tonight I realized John was almost done and I didn't want to walk all over the beginning of Michael's speech because that is the most important part, normally. So I quickly came on, heard him say thank you, but quickly got off. Also, there is a sound cue that the earpieces are receiving nasty feedback. I am normally not on stage but was tonight and reacted to it. When I told him my mini-story of why it was flustered. He said, "I saw that! Oh my gosh, Emily you are so talented. To pick up on something on the spot like that. I love you."
Well, here is where my revelation hit me. I wasn't hung up on the compliment but was rather hung up on the comment in general. I realized that I would never have gotten that comment from an adjudicator because it would have looked blocked since everyone else as reacting. But because I have worked through this whole process with Adam he picks up on the more subtle true moments of genius (not that I'm a genius, but I am referring to all the actors in my cast...in any cast there are moments of genius...you get what I mean). That's when I realized the following.
So today isn't "my day"...but someday it will be. Until then this is just experience. Both from a learning standpoint and just an experience in general standpoint. I am lucky to be given these opportunities to work with really amazing people and get this experience that will help me later in my "career". Also, (I have picked this revelation up in one of my more recent classes) I am more focused on learning and applying technique rather than just performing in class right now. Some day I will (I will never stop learning new things but) be able to perform my heart out using these techniques (I hope). No matter where I end up in this industry, I am living the most important part of it. Some people just try to be in shows and be the best. Some people just want to fast forward through school and go into the big leagues. I am realizing that this is where it all begins. This is where I will become that person. By realizing this, I am able to take more out of it. I am able to relish these moments and it will take me farther because I am taking my time and am taking things one step at a time. Realizing all this at once is rejuvenating to me. It put me in such a good mood. I am excited to see where I will end up in life, but knowing that the secret to getting far in life lies in being involved in my education is like knowing the secret to immortality. I feel utterly in control, but not in control at the same time. I feel in control because I now know that my work know will be reflected in my future work but not in control because I know God has a plan for my life and He is in control.
I don't know if any of this is coming off the way I am intending. But I hope you get the gist.
Anyway, I talked to Adam about many other things too.
then I came home and texted my brother. He is going through some tough times and I really don't know how to be there for him without him feeling like I am hovering or lecturing him...A text conversation was the way to do it. I found out so much so quickly and we were able to communicate better because I didn't need to know all the details and he didn't have to hear the tones of my comments...we just went with it and we left the conversation (both of us) in a really good place.
I am truly blessed and am on top of the world now. Even though my roommates are in a stupid session of conflict. Nothing can rain on my parade right now. I feel great.
The village people inside my head and I are finally starting to get one another. They still may get a little unruly sometimes, but I'm sure I do to....we all do. That's life. That's another thing I have realized. Life is life. Take what you can get and work with it. My roommate makes comments about how I don't get really angry, I don't let my frustration get to me and I rarely get angry/frustrated. It may bother her that I don't need to scream or holler....it's really just because I have experienced enough (that's weird to say even though I am not even 20) to the point where I have learned to live life the way I do. I like it, it's really so much easier than worrying, or getting angry or whatever else.
Again, I am so blessed and cannot wait to start another beautiful day (the weather is perfect right now) and have another great night with my acting family!
Bon Appetit!!!!!!!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
It's Complicated
And no I am not referring to the Awesome comedy that is set to release in December starring Meryl Streep, Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin....
...Honestly they stole the title from me...I was leaning toward that title for a while...for either my book or a chapter in my book. I guess I will just have to say this shpiel(the Yiddish form of the word used the H, whereas the real word doesn't) if I use it, huh?
Anyway, now that I went on a mini-mind adventure, let's get back to business.
Yesterday one of my roommates was in a very bad mood and was taking it out on my other roommate...it was just really uncomfortable and it seemed to be for a really stupid reason.
While that roommate was at work today I had the opportunity to talk with my other roommate and she told me what was going on. I see where roommate A (the mad one) was coming from BUT I also see some huge flaws in her reasoning. Roommate B and I had a really long talk about so many different things and it was quite nice. We really see each other eye to eye and have a lot in common. And sadly, that includes views and beliefs different than those of our other roommate. I love roommate A to death and she is one of my closest friends but sometimes its just a bit much.
So, maybe I didn't go into enough detail like I was planning on doing...but I don't want to open a huge can of worms. Things have pretty much settled down for now and my relationship is growing with my other roommate. If you really want to know all the nittty-gritties feel free to contact me on your own time and I will gladly fill you in.
Tomorrow is a big day for my brother. I can't go into any detail, but there is a big decision being made tomorrow and I guess I am just asking for thoughts and prayers that no matter the outcome we will be able to handle anything and get through anything and that he has the strength to overcome any obstacles.
What else is going on in the land of EM?
I decided instead of trying to finish writing the entire play by Thursday to be turned in...I am going to just write about thirty pages and then continue and use the full piece as my final.... so that is a little less stressful because I know where I want to go but I don't know how to get there just yet...and I get to tighten up what I have so far...
What else, what else? I know there has to be something else going on in my life...
Maybe I'll just ask a random question....
If you were to be stuck on an Island for an unknown amount of time what would you bring in each of these categories?
-Animal/Pet-
-Movie-
-Food Item (to eat the entire time)-
-Leisure Activity-
-Random Object of your choice-
GO
Bon Appetit
...Honestly they stole the title from me...I was leaning toward that title for a while...for either my book or a chapter in my book. I guess I will just have to say this shpiel(the Yiddish form of the word used the H, whereas the real word doesn't) if I use it, huh?
Anyway, now that I went on a mini-mind adventure, let's get back to business.
Yesterday one of my roommates was in a very bad mood and was taking it out on my other roommate...it was just really uncomfortable and it seemed to be for a really stupid reason.
While that roommate was at work today I had the opportunity to talk with my other roommate and she told me what was going on. I see where roommate A (the mad one) was coming from BUT I also see some huge flaws in her reasoning. Roommate B and I had a really long talk about so many different things and it was quite nice. We really see each other eye to eye and have a lot in common. And sadly, that includes views and beliefs different than those of our other roommate. I love roommate A to death and she is one of my closest friends but sometimes its just a bit much.
So, maybe I didn't go into enough detail like I was planning on doing...but I don't want to open a huge can of worms. Things have pretty much settled down for now and my relationship is growing with my other roommate. If you really want to know all the nittty-gritties feel free to contact me on your own time and I will gladly fill you in.
Tomorrow is a big day for my brother. I can't go into any detail, but there is a big decision being made tomorrow and I guess I am just asking for thoughts and prayers that no matter the outcome we will be able to handle anything and get through anything and that he has the strength to overcome any obstacles.
What else is going on in the land of EM?
I decided instead of trying to finish writing the entire play by Thursday to be turned in...I am going to just write about thirty pages and then continue and use the full piece as my final.... so that is a little less stressful because I know where I want to go but I don't know how to get there just yet...and I get to tighten up what I have so far...
What else, what else? I know there has to be something else going on in my life...
Maybe I'll just ask a random question....
If you were to be stuck on an Island for an unknown amount of time what would you bring in each of these categories?
-Animal/Pet-
-Movie-
-Food Item (to eat the entire time)-
-Leisure Activity-
-Random Object of your choice-
GO
Bon Appetit
Friday, October 2, 2009
Am I Human? or Am I going over to the dark side?
Disclaimer: I feel really strongly that I am just human. So, if any of this sounds like the "Dark Side" it is just your imagination. Ok? Good. Shall we continue with our normal programming? Good. Go ahead, I'm not stopping you...oh wait, I am.... sorry...here we go, for real this time...
Before we can psychoanalyze my psycho-ness.... I must take you back two days.
At Wednesday's Dress rehearsal part of my role was cut from the show. I was a good sport about the whole thing. It really didn't bother me at all, now that I think about it....
However, tonight we had our final Dress Rehearsal, which was a "preview" show and so we technically had an audience. The run went well (sort of...but I will get to that). I am really confident that our run will be a good one and we will get really good feedback from it. BUT (you had to see that coming) I am a little put off.
(Here is where I might sound a wee bit evil)
When I was cast, I understood that my role was as minor as minor can get. I had no lines, I was basically a living prop. However, the director made it sound like I was going to be pretty heftily involved. As we began rehearsals I started to see what she meant...and she didn't convey that initially.
I basically walk onstage a few times, hand the actor a piece of paper or a sugar packet, and then walk off.
Don't get me wrong I am thrilled to be a part of an ASU mainstage, that's kind of a big deal....however, I really feel like I could have done something more significant. That really hit me tonight.
I have come to the conclusion that ASU favors actors so now that I am in one show I can hopefully find it easier to get into others (I hope)...really a lot of the grad students get cast, and a lot of them aren't that good. Scratch that: I haven't seen most of them in their element (they auditioned and got in didn't they, there has to be something worthwhile about their talents, right? ASU's theatre school is one of the best in the country- so I'm told). I'm not saying I am the best thing that could ever happen to them, but I know I could do this. But I keep telling myself this is my in, and I am happy with that. I know I am. So why am I so put off by this show all of the sudden?
Could it be that I put a lot of work into it and feel it was for nothing?
Could it be because I feel I have more to give than pieces of paper?
Could it be that I am just in the stage of rehearsals where you hate the show?
Could it be that one of the grad-students is a total Primma-Donna?
Maybe it is all of the above...who knows really.
But I brought up a good point that I would like to discuss further. His name, well let's just keep him anonymous.
Here's a little bit of what I have seen:
First, I hear from the other actors that he told our director-while she was giving notes-"For the sake of argument, I think your wrong and I think what I am doing is better and I think I should stick with that." He also complained that where he stands on stage is "not viewable by the whole audience".... We have camera work within the show and when our director told him the part of the audience that really cant see him will be able to see him on camera he replied, "I don't want my performance to be based off of what is seen on camera" (um, excuse me for a moment, what your doing on camera is exactly what you are doing on stage....so, what am I missing?)....Today however, I feel was the worst.
In one part of the show he gets a bloody nose. SPOILER ALERT There is a cup on the back of his bench where the blood is and he dips his finger and gives himself a "bloody-nose"...well one kid on the costume crew, in charge of putting the blood there, didn't today. I suggested that the girl who goes on and talks with him (she plays the witness and he interviews her) should bring a small cup of it and there you go. They liked the idea and the girl did it beautifully.
After the show he came downstairs (that's where our dressing/costume rooms are) and he didn't have quite as much blood as he normally does, he was avoiding communication with everyone, and was just in a bad mood. During notes the director questioned why the witness was leaning up against our main man and she told her it was because she was placing his blood. The director, hadn't even noticed. He, however, kindly tells us that he could barely get his fingers into this cup and that's why he didn't have a lot of blood and that someone needs to do something so that this never happens again.
Um, it was final dress, a tech rehearsal...things are supposed to go wrong. We make mistakes, learn from them and then know not to screw up during show. Also, we got him blood on time, so why was he is such a pissy mood? Because he is a total primma-donna.
I think he is a good actor though, that's what pains me. He can be a good actor but he has all the bad actor qualities.... It is rather unfortunate. He's really nice though and behind the scenes we get along and I hope I work with him again (a-that means I will get work, b-if I want to have this career I have to work with people who are worse than him, c-no, that's all).
That's my rant. I hope I didn't sound like a stuck-up, "I'm too good for this" actor. I promise I am not, or at least I hope I'm not really like this....
For show info go to KANYnews4.com (there are videos of me on there :D)
We run Oct 2-18. Fri-Sat at 7:30; Sun at 2
(I recommend coming early because my main stage time is during pre-show...lol)
My ear hurts all of the sudden....random? Yes.
Also, pray for me. I am in the process of applying for a job. Applied yesterday at a place I would love to work. Einsteins Bagels. Nothing too glamorous. But the hours would let me still be in shows, they are amazing, and the people seemed really nice. Oh and it's an income....
And if you could: pray for my brother. Thanks.
You stay classy World.
Bon Appetit
Before we can psychoanalyze my psycho-ness.... I must take you back two days.
At Wednesday's Dress rehearsal part of my role was cut from the show. I was a good sport about the whole thing. It really didn't bother me at all, now that I think about it....
However, tonight we had our final Dress Rehearsal, which was a "preview" show and so we technically had an audience. The run went well (sort of...but I will get to that). I am really confident that our run will be a good one and we will get really good feedback from it. BUT (you had to see that coming) I am a little put off.
(Here is where I might sound a wee bit evil)
When I was cast, I understood that my role was as minor as minor can get. I had no lines, I was basically a living prop. However, the director made it sound like I was going to be pretty heftily involved. As we began rehearsals I started to see what she meant...and she didn't convey that initially.
I basically walk onstage a few times, hand the actor a piece of paper or a sugar packet, and then walk off.
Don't get me wrong I am thrilled to be a part of an ASU mainstage, that's kind of a big deal....however, I really feel like I could have done something more significant. That really hit me tonight.
I have come to the conclusion that ASU favors actors so now that I am in one show I can hopefully find it easier to get into others (I hope)...really a lot of the grad students get cast, and a lot of them aren't that good. Scratch that: I haven't seen most of them in their element (they auditioned and got in didn't they, there has to be something worthwhile about their talents, right? ASU's theatre school is one of the best in the country- so I'm told). I'm not saying I am the best thing that could ever happen to them, but I know I could do this. But I keep telling myself this is my in, and I am happy with that. I know I am. So why am I so put off by this show all of the sudden?
Could it be that I put a lot of work into it and feel it was for nothing?
Could it be because I feel I have more to give than pieces of paper?
Could it be that I am just in the stage of rehearsals where you hate the show?
Could it be that one of the grad-students is a total Primma-Donna?
Maybe it is all of the above...who knows really.
But I brought up a good point that I would like to discuss further. His name, well let's just keep him anonymous.
Here's a little bit of what I have seen:
First, I hear from the other actors that he told our director-while she was giving notes-"For the sake of argument, I think your wrong and I think what I am doing is better and I think I should stick with that." He also complained that where he stands on stage is "not viewable by the whole audience".... We have camera work within the show and when our director told him the part of the audience that really cant see him will be able to see him on camera he replied, "I don't want my performance to be based off of what is seen on camera" (um, excuse me for a moment, what your doing on camera is exactly what you are doing on stage....so, what am I missing?)....Today however, I feel was the worst.
In one part of the show he gets a bloody nose. SPOILER ALERT There is a cup on the back of his bench where the blood is and he dips his finger and gives himself a "bloody-nose"...well one kid on the costume crew, in charge of putting the blood there, didn't today. I suggested that the girl who goes on and talks with him (she plays the witness and he interviews her) should bring a small cup of it and there you go. They liked the idea and the girl did it beautifully.
After the show he came downstairs (that's where our dressing/costume rooms are) and he didn't have quite as much blood as he normally does, he was avoiding communication with everyone, and was just in a bad mood. During notes the director questioned why the witness was leaning up against our main man and she told her it was because she was placing his blood. The director, hadn't even noticed. He, however, kindly tells us that he could barely get his fingers into this cup and that's why he didn't have a lot of blood and that someone needs to do something so that this never happens again.
Um, it was final dress, a tech rehearsal...things are supposed to go wrong. We make mistakes, learn from them and then know not to screw up during show. Also, we got him blood on time, so why was he is such a pissy mood? Because he is a total primma-donna.
I think he is a good actor though, that's what pains me. He can be a good actor but he has all the bad actor qualities.... It is rather unfortunate. He's really nice though and behind the scenes we get along and I hope I work with him again (a-that means I will get work, b-if I want to have this career I have to work with people who are worse than him, c-no, that's all).
That's my rant. I hope I didn't sound like a stuck-up, "I'm too good for this" actor. I promise I am not, or at least I hope I'm not really like this....
For show info go to KANYnews4.com (there are videos of me on there :D)
We run Oct 2-18. Fri-Sat at 7:30; Sun at 2
(I recommend coming early because my main stage time is during pre-show...lol)
My ear hurts all of the sudden....random? Yes.
Also, pray for me. I am in the process of applying for a job. Applied yesterday at a place I would love to work. Einsteins Bagels. Nothing too glamorous. But the hours would let me still be in shows, they are amazing, and the people seemed really nice. Oh and it's an income....
And if you could: pray for my brother. Thanks.
You stay classy World.
Bon Appetit
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Funky Chicken
In my head, join me if you will, I am seeing a very large Chicken. This chicken, Henry, has very ruffled feathers. Why you ask? Because he is a Funky Chicken. Henry likes to dance. Henry has spent most of today dancing inside my head.
I had tech rehearsal today and that is when Henry first appeared. He's really a great pal, keeping me company at rehearsal.
What kind of dances does Henry do? Good question.
Well, Henry is a very talented chicken. We started off the day with a bit of classical ballet. He then began to tap dance. After tap, Henry busted a move. That's right we got us a gangsta mutha clucka up in herrrr.
We then calmed things down a bit and Henry showed off his jazzy side. After a quick break, Henry turned up the volume and went back in time to the disco era and had that Saturday Night Fever (commonly mistaken as the bird flu). He polkas, conga-lines, head-bangs, river-dances, and shuffles. Henry's shinning moment was his tribute to Broadway. This entailed a very lengthy (but in a good way) medley of showtunes, in which he had choreographed to the tee. Henry's passion though, although he spent a lot of time on Broadway (he knows I like that kind of stuff, he's so nice to me), is belly-dancing. After his bunny-hops, his swings, squares, jigs and hulas; Henry closed the evening with a nice ballroom number. For this he enlisted the help of his friend, and ours, Heidi the Swedish Cow. Together they glided across the dancefloor so beautifully I had to stop and pay them full attention. Luckily I was stopped at a red light. Henry's finale was an inspirational interpretive dance, symbolizing hope through the act of the hatching of an egg. It was truly unbelievable.
Thanks Henry. I will sleep in peace and will fill my dreams with the hope you have given me. I will never be able to thank you enough.
Tech rehearsal again tomorrow (11-4). Will we be seeing you again Henry?
There is no word. He must be meditating.
In the words of Henry's distant relatives owners:
Bon Appetit.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
I had tech rehearsal today and that is when Henry first appeared. He's really a great pal, keeping me company at rehearsal.
What kind of dances does Henry do? Good question.
Well, Henry is a very talented chicken. We started off the day with a bit of classical ballet. He then began to tap dance. After tap, Henry busted a move. That's right we got us a gangsta mutha clucka up in herrrr.
We then calmed things down a bit and Henry showed off his jazzy side. After a quick break, Henry turned up the volume and went back in time to the disco era and had that Saturday Night Fever (commonly mistaken as the bird flu). He polkas, conga-lines, head-bangs, river-dances, and shuffles. Henry's shinning moment was his tribute to Broadway. This entailed a very lengthy (but in a good way) medley of showtunes, in which he had choreographed to the tee. Henry's passion though, although he spent a lot of time on Broadway (he knows I like that kind of stuff, he's so nice to me), is belly-dancing. After his bunny-hops, his swings, squares, jigs and hulas; Henry closed the evening with a nice ballroom number. For this he enlisted the help of his friend, and ours, Heidi the Swedish Cow. Together they glided across the dancefloor so beautifully I had to stop and pay them full attention. Luckily I was stopped at a red light. Henry's finale was an inspirational interpretive dance, symbolizing hope through the act of the hatching of an egg. It was truly unbelievable.
Thanks Henry. I will sleep in peace and will fill my dreams with the hope you have given me. I will never be able to thank you enough.
Tech rehearsal again tomorrow (11-4). Will we be seeing you again Henry?
There is no word. He must be meditating.
In the words of Henry's distant relatives owners:
Bon Appetit.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Music(of the heart?...no, just plain ol' music)
I have my songs on shuffle.
I am going to make a comment about each song and then find a way to tie it into my daily life right now. That will be a creative way in telling you how I am doing at the moment.
1) Rafiki Mourns (Lion King Broadway Soundtrack). Rafiki is chanting. There are no real words (ok maybe African words...but I can't understand them) but there is emotion, feeling, passion, meaning and depth to the music and the character behind the voice. It really inspires me and is quite beautiful.
TIE IN TO MY LIFE: Whenever I leave my voice class I find myself to be more perspective. In class we do all these exercises working with imagery and the senses. As I ride home I find myself more alert of my surroundings. This song really is beautiful and makes me feel the same way because there are no lyrics to sing along to, it is just music and it really is something that I just find myself stopping to listen to.
2) If I Were A Rich Man (Fiddler on the Roof). This song makes me dance just like he does in the movie. I love this song. "All day long I'd biddy biddy bum"
TIE IN: Well I am a poor college student. Need I say more?
3) You've Got A Friend In Me (Toystory).
TIE IN: Being in college away from most of the people who really mean a lot to me, really puts into perspective just how amazing they are and how blessed I am to have them. I think about them everyday. And even though we are apart, I know that I have them no matter what. Also, I am working on some birthday presents right now and this songs puts a smile on my face while thinking of them and the gifts.
4) Please Don't Stop The Music (Rihanna). Although things are manageable, life is chaotic in general. And I picture myself dancing through life. Dancing through the chaos. So, "please don't stop the music!"
TIE IN: Tech week is coming up and then the show. Things will be getting super chaotic and well.... bring it on baby.
5) Total Eclipse of the Heart.
TIE IN: Allison
6)My Girl (Temptations)
I used to sing this "My Dog" to my dog Shylow. Whenever I hear this song I think of him, no matter what. I miss him, but he was a great dog and I am happy I got those several years with him. (for those of you who don't know: He isn't dead, we had to get rid of him when we moved. "I still think we should go steal him back"- courtesy of Duncan)
7)SOS (Mamma Mia)
TIE IN: Lindsey
8) Hakuna Matata (Lion King)
TIE IN: This is my life motto. "It means no worries for the rest of your days. It's our problem free philosophy."
9) Cleanin' Out My Closet (eminem)
TIE IN: I am writing little excerpts here and there for that book I want to write...and well, it is really cleaning out my closet...
10) When You Say You Love Me (Josh Groban)
TIE IN: the song I WILL dance to at my wedding. Whenever that will be.
the lyrics are beautiful, look them up.
Ok so these really aren't tying into my life at the current moment too much. But I am having fun...so enjoy my randomness.
We will continue with your regular programming in just a moment. But first, breaking news.
I think I am being promoted to the congas. I was playing the Djembe drum but chances are I get to play congas now.
Also, I have an Architecture exam tomorrow. We get four exams all semester. No mid-term, no final. Just four tests. There are no other assignments or projects or homework etc. At the end of the semester there will be four grades taken into consideration...so this is kind of important. I think I will do well though. 25 multiple-guess questions.
On Tuesday I need to have 15 pages written of my mid-term play to read in class. I have the idea I just need to get typing.... I don't know about this one. I don't know about making it a stage script...I feel it is more of a film script...but we shall see.
And now back to your regular scheduled program.
Well that's all the time we have for this evening. Thanks for stopping by. It was great seeing you again. Let's do lunch, shall we? Great!
Bon Appetit!
I am going to make a comment about each song and then find a way to tie it into my daily life right now. That will be a creative way in telling you how I am doing at the moment.
1) Rafiki Mourns (Lion King Broadway Soundtrack). Rafiki is chanting. There are no real words (ok maybe African words...but I can't understand them) but there is emotion, feeling, passion, meaning and depth to the music and the character behind the voice. It really inspires me and is quite beautiful.
TIE IN TO MY LIFE: Whenever I leave my voice class I find myself to be more perspective. In class we do all these exercises working with imagery and the senses. As I ride home I find myself more alert of my surroundings. This song really is beautiful and makes me feel the same way because there are no lyrics to sing along to, it is just music and it really is something that I just find myself stopping to listen to.
2) If I Were A Rich Man (Fiddler on the Roof). This song makes me dance just like he does in the movie. I love this song. "All day long I'd biddy biddy bum"
TIE IN: Well I am a poor college student. Need I say more?
3) You've Got A Friend In Me (Toystory).
TIE IN: Being in college away from most of the people who really mean a lot to me, really puts into perspective just how amazing they are and how blessed I am to have them. I think about them everyday. And even though we are apart, I know that I have them no matter what. Also, I am working on some birthday presents right now and this songs puts a smile on my face while thinking of them and the gifts.
4) Please Don't Stop The Music (Rihanna). Although things are manageable, life is chaotic in general. And I picture myself dancing through life. Dancing through the chaos. So, "please don't stop the music!"
TIE IN: Tech week is coming up and then the show. Things will be getting super chaotic and well.... bring it on baby.
5) Total Eclipse of the Heart.
TIE IN: Allison
6)My Girl (Temptations)
I used to sing this "My Dog" to my dog Shylow. Whenever I hear this song I think of him, no matter what. I miss him, but he was a great dog and I am happy I got those several years with him. (for those of you who don't know: He isn't dead, we had to get rid of him when we moved. "I still think we should go steal him back"- courtesy of Duncan)
7)SOS (Mamma Mia)
TIE IN: Lindsey
8) Hakuna Matata (Lion King)
TIE IN: This is my life motto. "It means no worries for the rest of your days. It's our problem free philosophy."
9) Cleanin' Out My Closet (eminem)
TIE IN: I am writing little excerpts here and there for that book I want to write...and well, it is really cleaning out my closet...
10) When You Say You Love Me (Josh Groban)
TIE IN: the song I WILL dance to at my wedding. Whenever that will be.
the lyrics are beautiful, look them up.
Ok so these really aren't tying into my life at the current moment too much. But I am having fun...so enjoy my randomness.
We will continue with your regular programming in just a moment. But first, breaking news.
I think I am being promoted to the congas. I was playing the Djembe drum but chances are I get to play congas now.
Also, I have an Architecture exam tomorrow. We get four exams all semester. No mid-term, no final. Just four tests. There are no other assignments or projects or homework etc. At the end of the semester there will be four grades taken into consideration...so this is kind of important. I think I will do well though. 25 multiple-guess questions.
On Tuesday I need to have 15 pages written of my mid-term play to read in class. I have the idea I just need to get typing.... I don't know about this one. I don't know about making it a stage script...I feel it is more of a film script...but we shall see.
And now back to your regular scheduled program.
Well that's all the time we have for this evening. Thanks for stopping by. It was great seeing you again. Let's do lunch, shall we? Great!
Bon Appetit!
Friday, September 18, 2009
That was so sad!
And of course I am referring to the series finale of Roseanne...
It ends so sadly. I cried. I was left feeling empty and depressed. I never want to see that episode again. And I love that show. I will watch every episode except that one.
Moving on....
I had a meeting with my Architectural Design adviser. I started thinking, "Why do I have an architecture minor if I won't be able to do anything with it?"
I asked her about making it a second major...but she pretty much told me that wouldn't work best for me. Basically I wouldn't be able to declare it until next fall and then would have to take 4 years of classes then go to grad school and get certified. That totals 8 years of school. She did tell me about a program called the...ok, I don't remember what it is called...basically I keep it as a minor. Graduate in May of 2012. June 2012 I take classes that I would have taken as a major. September 2012 I begin grad school. In May of 2014 I will be a certified Architect with a bachelors degree in theatre.
So, I can be an architect in 1/2 less years and with only a minor in architectural design. I like it.
Of course I might not even need to be certified if my acting career is my destiny (oh please oh please oh please). But I am still pretty excited about this.
Oh and I am only saying this because Lindsey reads this: I am so excited about something that I can't tell you about! (Don't you just love me?)
I am so freaking annoyed. (I am so bipolar in this post) I have a bloody canker sore that is driving me bonkers. I want to rip my lip off. It has been like three days and I am going completely mad. I'll keep you posted as this story develops.
Speaking of developing stories: the website is up and running. By the end of the weekend we are supposed to have the videos up...WARNING: they are going to be really bad... We kind of just turned on the camera and went from there.... lol.
If you can, come to the show. Opens Oct. 2 and runs to the 18th. (Fri and Sat nights and Sun matinee) If you are interested let me know and I'll give you more info.
I think I am going to get ready for bed. I would have a midnight snack but my mouth hurts too bad. :(
Even though I can't eat...
Bon Appetit!
It ends so sadly. I cried. I was left feeling empty and depressed. I never want to see that episode again. And I love that show. I will watch every episode except that one.
Moving on....
I had a meeting with my Architectural Design adviser. I started thinking, "Why do I have an architecture minor if I won't be able to do anything with it?"
I asked her about making it a second major...but she pretty much told me that wouldn't work best for me. Basically I wouldn't be able to declare it until next fall and then would have to take 4 years of classes then go to grad school and get certified. That totals 8 years of school. She did tell me about a program called the...ok, I don't remember what it is called...basically I keep it as a minor. Graduate in May of 2012. June 2012 I take classes that I would have taken as a major. September 2012 I begin grad school. In May of 2014 I will be a certified Architect with a bachelors degree in theatre.
So, I can be an architect in 1/2 less years and with only a minor in architectural design. I like it.
Of course I might not even need to be certified if my acting career is my destiny (oh please oh please oh please). But I am still pretty excited about this.
Oh and I am only saying this because Lindsey reads this: I am so excited about something that I can't tell you about! (Don't you just love me?)
I am so freaking annoyed. (I am so bipolar in this post) I have a bloody canker sore that is driving me bonkers. I want to rip my lip off. It has been like three days and I am going completely mad. I'll keep you posted as this story develops.
Speaking of developing stories: the website is up and running. By the end of the weekend we are supposed to have the videos up...WARNING: they are going to be really bad... We kind of just turned on the camera and went from there.... lol.
If you can, come to the show. Opens Oct. 2 and runs to the 18th. (Fri and Sat nights and Sun matinee) If you are interested let me know and I'll give you more info.
I think I am going to get ready for bed. I would have a midnight snack but my mouth hurts too bad. :(
Even though I can't eat...
Bon Appetit!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Gettin' in the mood....
....for it to be autumn already. (perverts).
No, seriously. Autumn is my favorite season. Now granted, I would love to live someplace that actually gets autumn (changing of the leaves etc.) but here at least it cools down from the hundreds.
I have these air fresheners from Yankee Candle, Autumn Wreath, they are my favorite. I have been waiting to use them, and well, couldn't wait anymore. SO, now my room smells like autumn. But, when I walk outside it feels like summer in hell. Also, I have so many long sleeve shirts, jackets, and jeans that I am dying to wear. Not to mention my comfy pj pants that rock. Also, eating chili, soup, pot roast etc will be okay again. (I mean I eat all that in the summer but I get funny looks).
The sad news, there is still loads of time before we get into this phase.
And more bad news...
wait there's more? Yes, there's more depressing news.
Autumn/winter in AZ goes by with a blink of an eye. Once it comes, I will be the happiest little camper. But before you know it, the wrath of the AZ sun will be upon us once more.
Why is then that you stay in AZ Emily?
Good question. I have no idea. Probably because I feel like this is where I am supposed to be right now in my life. I really cannot explain it, but I fantasize about where I could be right now, and it's great. However, it isn't for me just yet.
Now for the perverted use of this entry title...you knew it was coming.
Picture it. Yesterday. About 4:30 p.m.
I am standing in the Verizon store waiting to be helped. I had been there for over twenty minutes, waiting. I am dressed in baggy-mission-trip-paint-stained-jeans, an over sized dark purple t-shirt. Hair pulled back, no makeup....sweaty (since I had to park in Timbuktu-*side note: I spelled Timbuktu right on the first try, go me)...yuck, I was disgusting. (can you guess where this is heading, oh I think not- unless I already told you the story).
Anyway, I'm waiting. And what to actors do in public places when they have nothing else to do? They observe others. So I am. I notice a family of four: A mom, dad, son, daughter. After a few minutes the dad looks outside and says look who's here... there were three guys outside. One of them looked a lot like the father (I am assuming it was the oldest son, and I am also assuming these guys go to ASU). The dad and younger son go outside. When the mom and daughter are done getting phones they also go outside. There are the 7 of them, standing outside Verizon hanging out. Finally the family of four leave and the three guys start to walk away toward the main area of Tempe Marketplace (it is basically an outside mall.). A few moments later one of the guys comes walking back. He comes into the store (which I thought was odd, since he was never there to begin with). He walks right up to me. (He wasn't very good looking, the other two weren't great, but they weren't bad. He was more on the negative side.) He says, "Hey, my buddies and I noticed you standing in here. We are heading over to San Filipe's to get some drinks. When you're done here why don't you come over there. My buddies and I want to buy you a couple of drinks."
I said, "Ok, sounds good," and he left. This is what went on in my head, "Ok, I am underage so even if I wanted to go, I wouldn't. If I were of age, maybe I would go. I probably wouldn't drink but I would, if I didn't have plans, probably go hang out. Good way to meet people."
I finished at Verizon, got in my car and met my roommates at Subway, rented a movie and spent the night at home.
That's my story.
Random fact:
Sunshine Cleaning (with Amy Adams and Emily Blunt)...good but depressing movie.
I would like to say God has a funny sense of humor. Friday I was joking around at band rehearsal. Pastor Mike asked us if we had met any guys to be in the band and I said to the girl next to me, "I wish I would meet guys period." The next day my prayers were answered...sort of....
Ok, I am going to bed.
Bottoms up and,
Bon Appetit.
No, seriously. Autumn is my favorite season. Now granted, I would love to live someplace that actually gets autumn (changing of the leaves etc.) but here at least it cools down from the hundreds.
I have these air fresheners from Yankee Candle, Autumn Wreath, they are my favorite. I have been waiting to use them, and well, couldn't wait anymore. SO, now my room smells like autumn. But, when I walk outside it feels like summer in hell. Also, I have so many long sleeve shirts, jackets, and jeans that I am dying to wear. Not to mention my comfy pj pants that rock. Also, eating chili, soup, pot roast etc will be okay again. (I mean I eat all that in the summer but I get funny looks).
The sad news, there is still loads of time before we get into this phase.
And more bad news...
wait there's more? Yes, there's more depressing news.
Autumn/winter in AZ goes by with a blink of an eye. Once it comes, I will be the happiest little camper. But before you know it, the wrath of the AZ sun will be upon us once more.
Why is then that you stay in AZ Emily?
Good question. I have no idea. Probably because I feel like this is where I am supposed to be right now in my life. I really cannot explain it, but I fantasize about where I could be right now, and it's great. However, it isn't for me just yet.
Now for the perverted use of this entry title...you knew it was coming.
Picture it. Yesterday. About 4:30 p.m.
I am standing in the Verizon store waiting to be helped. I had been there for over twenty minutes, waiting. I am dressed in baggy-mission-trip-paint-stained-jeans, an over sized dark purple t-shirt. Hair pulled back, no makeup....sweaty (since I had to park in Timbuktu-*side note: I spelled Timbuktu right on the first try, go me)...yuck, I was disgusting. (can you guess where this is heading, oh I think not- unless I already told you the story).
Anyway, I'm waiting. And what to actors do in public places when they have nothing else to do? They observe others. So I am. I notice a family of four: A mom, dad, son, daughter. After a few minutes the dad looks outside and says look who's here... there were three guys outside. One of them looked a lot like the father (I am assuming it was the oldest son, and I am also assuming these guys go to ASU). The dad and younger son go outside. When the mom and daughter are done getting phones they also go outside. There are the 7 of them, standing outside Verizon hanging out. Finally the family of four leave and the three guys start to walk away toward the main area of Tempe Marketplace (it is basically an outside mall.). A few moments later one of the guys comes walking back. He comes into the store (which I thought was odd, since he was never there to begin with). He walks right up to me. (He wasn't very good looking, the other two weren't great, but they weren't bad. He was more on the negative side.) He says, "Hey, my buddies and I noticed you standing in here. We are heading over to San Filipe's to get some drinks. When you're done here why don't you come over there. My buddies and I want to buy you a couple of drinks."
I said, "Ok, sounds good," and he left. This is what went on in my head, "Ok, I am underage so even if I wanted to go, I wouldn't. If I were of age, maybe I would go. I probably wouldn't drink but I would, if I didn't have plans, probably go hang out. Good way to meet people."
I finished at Verizon, got in my car and met my roommates at Subway, rented a movie and spent the night at home.
That's my story.
Random fact:
Sunshine Cleaning (with Amy Adams and Emily Blunt)...good but depressing movie.
I would like to say God has a funny sense of humor. Friday I was joking around at band rehearsal. Pastor Mike asked us if we had met any guys to be in the band and I said to the girl next to me, "I wish I would meet guys period." The next day my prayers were answered...sort of....
Ok, I am going to bed.
Bottoms up and,
Bon Appetit.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
"I will paint your ass and you can paint mine"
explanation: this is a quote from the movie Death Becomes Her. Basically, these women take a potion that keeps them "young". What is actually does is make them the living dead. Their skin needs to be painted on (otherwise they will look like zombies) and after a while it begins to peel off...hence the quote.
It got me thinking. Someday, there will, unfortunately, be a time where we will not be able to do things for ourselves (i.e. eat, shower, dress, go to the bathroom...etc.). I know some of my very loyal friends would say, "If I am able, I will be glad to help you do all those things for you, if you ever need it." However, I wouldn't blame them if they wouldn't (again, this is all assuming I go crazy before all them). I don't know how willing I would be. But herein lies my point. There are people who do this for a living..... I guess someone's got to do it....
Don't get me wrong, I know people who I am close to will get like this and I will love them no less, but I wouldn't be able to wipe there asses for them, let alone complete strangers. Am I being too snobby?
Please, your opinions on this matter. And if your opinion is, "Emily, you're crazy. I would wipe your ass in a heartbeat," please don't comment. I want more worthwhile opinions if you don't mind. This is a serious blog people.
Three day weekends are a Godsend.
Although when you have a rehearsal smack dab in the middle of it that's kind of lame. But I was skilled enough to work around that.
Got to see Allison after over 4 months. Never again. Then again, it were as if I had seen her the week before. Nothing (too major) had changed (I mean she spent the whole summer in Washington-state- and I have an eventful family so we had stories to swap...but that's besides the point).
I also had a mini-Merylthon with Lindsey. Manhattan, Plenty, Death Becomes Her.
I recommend the last one. It is amazing- in a "that's so off the wall and stupid it's great" sort of way. Everyone should see it.
Manhattan and Plenty had plot issues. To clarify: there wasn't one.
But I still enjoyed them, actually. And no, not just because Meryl was in them....
I got the Blackberry Storm (the touch one) today. So far- I love it!
Ok, I have been thinking about the opening discussion point (you know, wiping older people's asses) and I don't think I worded it right. I have this feeling that I sound like such a bitchy snob....I mean, of course if someone I loved needed help I would help them. And I'm sure the people that do this for a living (not necessarily enjoy what they do...but they) are okay with it. As much as it pains me to see people in need of those certain activities (honestly it does) I just don't think I would emotionally be able to handle it. There's my point! I am too emotional to wipe asses for a living.
On that inviting note,
Bon Appetit
here are some Death Becomes her youtube links. I'm telling you to check them out. Now. GO. Obey me, or else. Thank you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7sMilQeVHk this is the trailer...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXsnlzhsoS4 this is a bunch of clips summing up the movie...
It got me thinking. Someday, there will, unfortunately, be a time where we will not be able to do things for ourselves (i.e. eat, shower, dress, go to the bathroom...etc.). I know some of my very loyal friends would say, "If I am able, I will be glad to help you do all those things for you, if you ever need it." However, I wouldn't blame them if they wouldn't (again, this is all assuming I go crazy before all them). I don't know how willing I would be. But herein lies my point. There are people who do this for a living..... I guess someone's got to do it....
Don't get me wrong, I know people who I am close to will get like this and I will love them no less, but I wouldn't be able to wipe there asses for them, let alone complete strangers. Am I being too snobby?
Please, your opinions on this matter. And if your opinion is, "Emily, you're crazy. I would wipe your ass in a heartbeat," please don't comment. I want more worthwhile opinions if you don't mind. This is a serious blog people.
Three day weekends are a Godsend.
Although when you have a rehearsal smack dab in the middle of it that's kind of lame. But I was skilled enough to work around that.
Got to see Allison after over 4 months. Never again. Then again, it were as if I had seen her the week before. Nothing (too major) had changed (I mean she spent the whole summer in Washington-state- and I have an eventful family so we had stories to swap...but that's besides the point).
I also had a mini-Merylthon with Lindsey. Manhattan, Plenty, Death Becomes Her.
I recommend the last one. It is amazing- in a "that's so off the wall and stupid it's great" sort of way. Everyone should see it.
Manhattan and Plenty had plot issues. To clarify: there wasn't one.
But I still enjoyed them, actually. And no, not just because Meryl was in them....
I got the Blackberry Storm (the touch one) today. So far- I love it!
Ok, I have been thinking about the opening discussion point (you know, wiping older people's asses) and I don't think I worded it right. I have this feeling that I sound like such a bitchy snob....I mean, of course if someone I loved needed help I would help them. And I'm sure the people that do this for a living (not necessarily enjoy what they do...but they) are okay with it. As much as it pains me to see people in need of those certain activities (honestly it does) I just don't think I would emotionally be able to handle it. There's my point! I am too emotional to wipe asses for a living.
On that inviting note,
Bon Appetit
here are some Death Becomes her youtube links. I'm telling you to check them out. Now. GO. Obey me, or else. Thank you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7sMilQeVHk this is the trailer...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXsnlzhsoS4 this is a bunch of clips summing up the movie...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
If you're happy and you know it clap your hands (clap clap clap)
Today....I was on tv.
Nothing special.
The noon news, who watches the noon news?
Basically for the show I am in we went to the news station, on a field trip, to do some 'research' (it was just a fun way of doing research)and they put us on the air.
We took a tour of the building, and then they set up chairs right in the room where they film the live broadcasts. If you watched the news at noon today, I was right off to the right of the camera.
They had time to kill (which is crazy because they have it down to the second...I will go on about that in a second), so they turned to us and said, "we're going to put you on the air." Next thing we knew, we had lights on us an a camera. They basically panned over us and the anchor said, "Today we have a group of students from the ASU school of theatre and film with us in the studio."
It was so awesome though (the tour...not the 5 seconds of fame). I decided if I wasn't going to pursue being a movie/stage actress I would be a newscaster. They looked like they were having a ball up there. They were so good too. One minute the anchor is talking about wildfires, then they cut to a video of firefighters at the scene, while they do this the anchor turns to the co-anchor and starts having a conversation, mid conversation he switches back to the story. It went like this,"In northern Arizona, those wildfires are really heating up. We go no to the scene. So tonight my wife and I are going to this new restaurant down on whatever street. Furthermore, if the fires continue to spread, evacuations...." It was amazing to watch.
Also, the co-anchor (who was a fill in) walked in as the stereotypical shirt and tie with shorts and flip flops since you can't see under the desk. The lead anchor assured us that never happens, what luck that the day we are there it does. Uh-huh, sure. The weatherman had converse on with his suit and had his spiel to us about how his job requires more skill because he doesn't use a teleprompter. It was good fun today.
I am going to look into if I can intern there this summer. I want to intern in Cali for a talk show (like the Ellen show) or a movie company etc. But I would have to find housing (I think)...so I want to find something along those lines here in AZ where I have an apartment. Hence, the news station would be perfect!
I am super excited. Not only was today awesome (I also had more practice on the drums and am becoming more comfortable with them and cannot wait to actually learn some real skill rather than just play and guess), but this weekend will rock too.
I get to see Allison tomorrow! 4 months is way too long! Lindsey gets to see me play at church and then we are going to have a mini-merylthon!!! woot!
I do have rehearsal on Sunday for 4 hours, but it should be fun because we get to incorporate things we learned today at the station. I already have a few great ideas! :)
But I want to get some sleep so I can party hard with the Sherer's tomorrow!
Nighty Night and of course....
Bon Appetit.
Nothing special.
The noon news, who watches the noon news?
Basically for the show I am in we went to the news station, on a field trip, to do some 'research' (it was just a fun way of doing research)and they put us on the air.
We took a tour of the building, and then they set up chairs right in the room where they film the live broadcasts. If you watched the news at noon today, I was right off to the right of the camera.
They had time to kill (which is crazy because they have it down to the second...I will go on about that in a second), so they turned to us and said, "we're going to put you on the air." Next thing we knew, we had lights on us an a camera. They basically panned over us and the anchor said, "Today we have a group of students from the ASU school of theatre and film with us in the studio."
It was so awesome though (the tour...not the 5 seconds of fame). I decided if I wasn't going to pursue being a movie/stage actress I would be a newscaster. They looked like they were having a ball up there. They were so good too. One minute the anchor is talking about wildfires, then they cut to a video of firefighters at the scene, while they do this the anchor turns to the co-anchor and starts having a conversation, mid conversation he switches back to the story. It went like this,"In northern Arizona, those wildfires are really heating up. We go no to the scene. So tonight my wife and I are going to this new restaurant down on whatever street. Furthermore, if the fires continue to spread, evacuations...." It was amazing to watch.
Also, the co-anchor (who was a fill in) walked in as the stereotypical shirt and tie with shorts and flip flops since you can't see under the desk. The lead anchor assured us that never happens, what luck that the day we are there it does. Uh-huh, sure. The weatherman had converse on with his suit and had his spiel to us about how his job requires more skill because he doesn't use a teleprompter. It was good fun today.
I am going to look into if I can intern there this summer. I want to intern in Cali for a talk show (like the Ellen show) or a movie company etc. But I would have to find housing (I think)...so I want to find something along those lines here in AZ where I have an apartment. Hence, the news station would be perfect!
I am super excited. Not only was today awesome (I also had more practice on the drums and am becoming more comfortable with them and cannot wait to actually learn some real skill rather than just play and guess), but this weekend will rock too.
I get to see Allison tomorrow! 4 months is way too long! Lindsey gets to see me play at church and then we are going to have a mini-merylthon!!! woot!
I do have rehearsal on Sunday for 4 hours, but it should be fun because we get to incorporate things we learned today at the station. I already have a few great ideas! :)
But I want to get some sleep so I can party hard with the Sherer's tomorrow!
Nighty Night and of course....
Bon Appetit.
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