Bad? Dreams...

Ok. So I just had the most horrific dream... I think... I don't know if it was bad or not. But it was intense. I was in the house I lived in when we first moved to Pittsburgh, the one my parents built together before they seperated. But, my dad wasn't living there, just like he doesn't live with my mom now. I think we was briefly at the house visiting my brother but I know he wasn't living there... I think. All of our own stuff was there, though. And my mom, my brother, and my aunt were clearly in the dream. I can't tell if my grandmother was or not. And I was there. But I was dead.

: Like, I got up off of the couch in our old family room, and I said, "hello?" to my mom, I think, and she was like "Mich?" and I said "You can hear me?" I was watching her in the kitchen... And she said "Yeah, and I can see you" and she gave me a hug. And she was like, "I can't believe I can see you and hear you." I tried it with my brother, and he could too. I can't remember if my grandmother and aunt could or not. I think they could. And I knew I only had a week to be there and talk to them. My dad couldn't either.

But then I figured out I could write. I don't know if I could pick up a utensil, I think I could. But in my dream, I distinctly remembered this happening to my grandfather, too (it didn't, in real life) and he only had a week, and when he wrote to us after he died, he traced words into styrafoam plates, etc. to communicate... none of that actually happened.

Oh! My aunt could hear me! I asked how I died, and she said I got really sick in September, and that I never went to Italy and I just got worse around new years... So it must have been March... it was nice outside, but I stayed inside. And I asked her if I had been on drugs. She said she didn't know. There were pictures of my out for the funeral that I looked through. My mom picked them, they were all okay.

I told my mom I was scared because I didn't know where I was going, and my mom just pointed my face up to the ceiling (I remember seeing the details of the ceiling really well) and insisting I was going 'up there'. And I knew I was, but only for judgment, but then I was really terrified about after that. Like, REALLY terrified. My mom is really religious, so I asked her if I could communicate with a priest, because I didn't have a last confession, and if I could write it all down (I could use a pencil to write, in my dream i remembered my grandfather couldn't... again, none of that actually happened with my grandfather's death.) but she said I couldn't have confession because, well, i was dead.

At some point, I was talking to people I knew online, my friend Nate. While my dad and brother played video games around a computer or small TV in the finished basement/playroom near my dad's desk and the couch. I also walked to a gas station, I don't know why, i think I filled up a car that I didn't recognize or drive there, but gas was like$4.18 and when i was done (because really it was stealing because no one could see me...) some guy was like 'nice job' in a van across from me. I turned around and said 'you can see me?' and he said 'yeah, you look better from the back, though' and drove away.

I mean, I was dead. I woke up really disoriented and surprised to find I had a working real body/was alive. It was very very very vivid. I've only had two other dreams this vivid. I didn't sleep much this weekend, so that could be part of it. But the other two were about Christ like, speaking with me. When I was a teenager.

I don't know what to do with all this or what it means. Some people would say it doesn't mean anything but... I don't know. Anyway. Thanks... I just didn't know who to talk to about it.

Sorriso. (Post finale in questo Blog)

SMILE
By Charlie Chaplin


Smile, though your heart is aching

Smile, even though it’s breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

You’ll get by.

If you smile, with your fear and sorrow

Smile, and maybe tomorrow,

You’ll see the sun come shining through for you.

If you just…





Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness.

Although a tear maybe ever so near

There’s the chime, you must keep on trying.

Smile, what’s the use of crying.

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile.

If you just...





Smile, though your heart is aching

Smile, even though it’s breaking.

When there are clouds in the sky.

You’ll get by.

If you smile, through your fear and sorrow

Smile, and maybe tomorrow,

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just…Smile





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Questo sarà il mio ultimo post in questo blog. Il blog prima di questo uno è sopravvissuto per vedere ° gennaio di un nuovo anno. Ma questa volta, io parto prima del 2010 rotola intorno. Perché? Un paio di ragioni. Ci sono cose che voglio lasciare dietro di me e non può, perché questi si riflettono in questo blog. Inoltre, ci sono persone che leggono questo come un modo per stare al passo con me e usarlo come un motivo per non effettivamente in contatto con me o da interferire la gente. Non so quale e non giudicare. It just me dà fastidio. A dire la verità, si freaks me out un po '. Così eccoci qui.





Credo che il modo migliore per me per finire questo blog è quello di dire alcune cose ad alcune persone e poi lasciarle andare. Completamente. Come alcuni di voi sanno, questo è stato un blog di crepacuore e la ricerca di me. Non so perché, questo è ciò che i miei anni universitari trasformato in. Ma mi sono laureata in college ora. Che viene fatto. Per esempio, ho fatto una promessa a me stesso e un migliore amico che mi sarebbe stato fatto con il bere troppo: questo sforzo ha avuto successo.





Ho fatto una promessa a me stesso di lasciar andare vecchi romanzi e amicizie andato lungo la strada: che non ha avuto altrettanto successo. . Ho scritto un post simile sul blog più volte, solo per eliminarlo e decidere che non era necessario. È necessario, però. Se continuare a scrivere e di eliminarlo. Questo non è un addio definitivo a chiunque parlo qui - è solo un arrivederci ai sentimenti negativi e pensieri che turbinano intorno a mantenere nella mia testa. Ho bisogno di fare quella roba brutta in modo che io possa andare avanti. Forse possiamo andare avanti insieme? Suona come un addio, ma prometto che è solo l'addio alle cose che mi hanno causato dolore. Voglio ancora che tu nella mia vita, se si vuole ancora essere in esso. Penso di dare il mio cuore troppo facilmente e troppo rapidamente. Questo è per le persone che hanno ancora un pezzetto piccolo del mio cuore. Essi possono tenerlo. Voglio solo dire qualcosa a loro per primi.





Per chi ama tessuto e maglieria e musica: Lei è stato il più rilassato, l'accettazione e la comprensione. Grazie. Quando a te ho gridato nel febbraio dello scorso anno, era perché mi sentivo come se non uno del gruppo, che viaggiava ad ovest ... mi amava. Hai sempre. Parte comico, custode parte: vi ringrazio per la tua grazia e la saggezza. Sei bello. Vorrei che tu mi dica più veloce quando si è venuta a ovest. I miss you terribly. Non cercare di testo, perché so che sei occupato. E perché ho paura che io non sono più considerati un amico.





Per la coppia, nella parte più calda degli Stati: I miss entrambi terribilmente. Penso di perdere la vostra amicizia più di ogni altra cosa. So che alcune cose non potrà mai tornare al modo in cui erano. Mi auguro che si potrebbe, ho tenuto (hold?) Un posto speciale per voi nel mio cuore. Ho condiviso i miei segreti e le paure e le speranze con te. La ringrazio per l'ascolto. Mi dispiace se ho condiviso troppo. So che stai facendo cose buone in cui ti trovi. Prego Voglio sentire da voi presto. Se non lo faccio, sai che io ti amerò sempre come se sei un fratello e una sorella per me. E che non ho nulla, ma il rispetto e timore reverenziale per voi. Tu sei persone che sono buone.





Per la ragazza che non è mai stato ebraico: Noi abbiamo fatto l'altro un sacco di felicità e di dolore. Mi dispiace per il dolore. E sono grato per la felicità. Mi ha spezzato il cuore, per un bel po 'di tempo, che si vive a destra lungo la strada, ma non hanno alcun desiderio di vedere me o continuare la nostra amicizia. È colpa di nessuno e di entrambe le nostre colpe, allo stesso tempo. Io so i danni che sono stati grandi che ho causato alla nostra amicizia. Ma penso che non riuscivo a vedere le piccole cose che portano fino a grandi cose. Se avessi saputo che qualcuno Incontri per due mesi avrebbe tolto l'amicizia di tre anni, non avrei mai cercato di essere innamorata di quel ragazzo. Mi dispiace per qualsiasi lacrime o dolore ho causato. E spero che tu sai quanto mi sta cercando di influenzare in modo positivo.





Per l'amante dei fumetti, lottare fan, e scrittore creativo: Lei è stato così paziente con me. Vi ringrazio un milione di volte per entrare in contatto con me e mi tengono 'in loop'. Ha detto una volta che ero un 'porta chiusa a chiave di informazioni'. Siete più di me, ora. Apprezzo ogni invito è esteso a me, hai fatto ogni sforzo per includere me, e ogni volta che può aver detto "E Michelina?", Quando le truppe erano stati mobilitati per divertimento o cibo. Credo che in qualità di una coppia sul palco (molte volte!) E lavorando insieme per un anno ci ha fatto chiudere. Tu mi capisci, e perché mi comporto un certo modo più che molte persone non capiscono. Tell me a raggiungere a voi, come rimanere in contatto. Voglio ma ho queste paure paralizzanti che non dovevo. Che ci sono sussurri (entrambi sappiamo che esistono, io non so se sono su di me) di disgusto o di stanchezza, quando il mio nome compare in una conversazione. It makes me sound paranoico, lo so. Immagino che non importa. Vi ringrazio per tutto. Credo che avere talento incredibile come scrittore. Forse sarò un personaggio nella sua storia un giorno. Buona fortuna in tutto quello che fai.





Per l'uomo che una volta il desiderio di una vita in comune con me: ho imparato che aveva il bambino. Mi ricordo che erano ansiosi di essere un padre. Mi congratulo vivamente con te e inviare la mia benedizione. So che vi insegnerà il vostro bambino molto di baseball, sulla vita, e forse anche d'amore. Mi auguro che la lezione di insegnare al bambino è la cautela d'amore, di innamorarsi in un modo che è facile ma non troppo veloce. Eravamo entrambi in fretta. Ora so che non c'è fretta. Io non so perché non abbiamo potuto rendersi conto che allora. Dite a vostro figlio a prendere il loro tempo di innamorarsi. Possono imparare dagli errori hai fatto (e la mia. Ho quasi li chiamava 'la nostra', ma gli errori non appartengono a noi collettivamente più).. Volevo dire le ultime cose vi ho detto in aprile, e ho salvato la ultimi messaggi inviati a me per un tempo molto lungo. Ho guardato le World Series ed era difficile non pensare a te, mentre la squadra con cui sono cresciuto e la squadra della tua, che sei cresciuto ad amare giocavano a combattersi tra loro in competizione. Penso ancora che di quanto è bello Montauk è stato e come io un giorno sarebbe come tornare lì e vedere di nuovo. È stato un lavoro duro, ma io non pensare più a non voi molto spesso ... Ci sono ancora momenti voglio messaggio di testo, vedere come si sta. Mi trattengo. È più sano in questo modo, per noi due. Mi ricordo solo che hai un figlio e so che non ho bisogno di essere parte della tua vita. Mi ricordo che lei ha parlato delle donne hai avuto rapporti precedenti con. Se si parla mai di me, dire cose buone. Lasciare che il male scompare, non si parla. Io farò lo stesso per voi.





Per il musicista che è stato attratto da me perché ero sul palco: ho deciso che, come dolce e aperto e di capire molte cose che erano di ritorno quando si stava accadendo ... non sono le cose buone oggi. So che sono passati attraverso le cose molto più triste di quanto io possa mai immaginare. Più di ogni persona merita. Ma vorrei che lei ha avuto il coraggio di dirmi di lasciare la vita piuttosto che mi lasci fare un deficiente di me stesso, cercando di contattarti per tre mesi. Si dovrebbe avere detto qualcosa fatemelo sapere. Perché non hai detto una cosa e ho finito per guardare ridicolo e vergogna. Quando ho cercato di parlare Volevo solo un amico back. Io non ti capisco, ma presumo che abbiate una buona ragione per lasciare questo die completamente.





Per quello che mi ha fatto vedere Lost: Ci siamo capiti. Ma non capisco perché si va così bene insieme. I miss you terribly. Ma so che Lei compie cinque anni un sogno antico e per questo io sono felice. Spero di seguirti in seguito sogno. Siete stati così tanti diversi volti a me. Un amico, un amore, un insegnante, un nemico. Penso che forse ci conosciamo così bene che non vi è alcun modo per noi di strade si dividono. Non importa quello che facciamo, troviamo sempre di nuovo.

Quando penso a te, penso di questa song lyric: "Quello che mi fa l'amore di lui? Deve essere qualcosa che non riesco a definire. "Non permettere a nessuno di dirti che hai fatto di sbagliato, lasciando questo posto e andare a qualcosa che si ama. Si prega di non scompaiono mentre si è in una grande città, vivere il sogno. So che avete la forza.





Infine:





Ai miei lettori che sono stati amici fedeli. Che mi hanno dato una parte del loro cuore e prese parte del mio cuore e curata amorevolmente, che lo scambio: io ti amo più che mai. Io prego per voi ogni giorno. E sono così grata che ho la tua verità e la forza della mia vita. Grazie a voi, miei cari, vi ringrazio di più. Non posso esprimere cosa significhi per me.





Le buone presto cose arriveranno nella mia vita. Sono entusiasta di iniziare con una freschi pagina, senza la tristezza che ho portato avanti. Questo viene sollevato da me e non è più qualcosa che devo avere un peso me down. Per questo sono lieto. Essere tranquillo e soddisfatto nella vostra vita. parlare con te presto.



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That’s the chime, you must keep on trying.

Smile, what’s the use of crying.

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just… Smile.

It Is Now Ten Forty Five

Sitting in a meeting before starting rehearsal.

Good week this week. Audition tonight, I'm singing "Nothing" from A Chorus Line and "Smile" which is a really sweet little gem. If you're ever auditioning against me, you can't sing it. I saw it first. So hopefully I rock that. If I don't, I have two non-musical auditions next week. One of them is a pretty big deal, equity and all that fancy stuff. I think that just means that the likelihood that I get in is slim. It's worth a shot though.

I've been doing a weight-loss plan designed by UPMC and a study group. I've lost about nine pounds so far. Six more to go before I reach goal one. Eleven to go before I reach my dream goal. I've started keeping a food journal, which is an eye-opener. It makes you watch what you eat. I have an allotted amount of calories and grams of fat to eat, and a certain amount of exercise I should be doing every week. I've been slacking on working out, which is okay - I'm kind of interested to see how long it takes for my weight loss to plateau from just eating right. I would have been a lot happier with myself if I had done this sooner. I feel really good about myself when I get on the scale, I just have to keep this up. Even on the days I forget to record in my food journal, I go back the next day to figure out how much I ate - I end up being only a little bit over the target numbers. I'm eating smarter.

Work is good. I'm teaching two classes (one for 4-8 year-olds: adorable! And one for 9-16 year-olds: incredibly fast learners) and we have one class of each age group left before their final presentation. The little ones are learning how to "Explore" theatre and the older students are working on monologue and audition techniques. The younger kids are doing a play version of the book Princess Pigsty and the older kids have mock auditions to present. I love working with them, but this shows me how I'm not ready to have kids for another seven or eight years. There's nothing wrong with that, I don't think.


I've gotten together a list of graduate schools I want to audition for as well as a list of apprenticeships and professional internships to apply to for next year. It feels like it's really early to be doing all this but my OCD has kicked in and here we are. I know to apply to the internships in January and I've learned well enough to contact the U/RTA schools privately and ask if they'll see a private audition. That way I don't have to rely on U/RTA for my auditions, since they seem to be looking for a type that only a few people fit. That's the business.

All I need now is a place to stay in Chicago for a week while I audition. Because we all know how poor I am and I do NOT want to be paying $150 a day for six days. So readers! This is where you come in: Anyone know someone who could put me up for six days in the end of January/beginning of February? Comment here, email me, text me, what have you.

Thanks!

(It is now 11:01 and time to start a run of the end of the new show.)

All I Have To Say Is: I Am Happy To Be Sitting Here, Doing What Is Meaningful To Me.

Just finished doing some research for the theatre's soon-to-be-updated website. And now I'm wasting time online before I have to teach some six and seven-year-olds about theatre. Today's lesson will be on music and rhythm. I'm now a month and a week into my new job and it's not really 'new' anymore. It feels comfortable and like I know what I'm doing, for the most part. I have five plays out of nine under my belt (which is crazy). I also just finished my last solid theatre project outside of work. So! I'm auditioning like mad to get another one lined up. Also, graduate school research (which I should be doing now but somehow have avoided) as well as getting apprenticeship ideas ready as well. The game plan this year is to apply to schools that only accept every other year or every three years in order to cut down on auditions/application costs.

We'll see. my acting coach told me that she did all this intense stuff to get herself ready for her third year of auditions (this is only my second) like working with the Moscow Arts Theatre School and taking Russian acting classes and... all sorts of things I'm not sure I can do. Definitely not this year but even next year, I'm still unsure. I guess I just have to trust that it will all fall into place. So far God's taken care of me, so I'm thinking that won't change now.

Had a little bit of a heart stomping on Friday, but it was quickly fixed with plans to visit friends. Now I just gotta get paid so I can make the plans officially official. If I do go with said friends, I'll not be able to stage manage a weekend church tour of Over The Tavern. I kinda feel like I need a break for a half a minute, though. So I'm taking it if I can.

After teaching is a meeting for the youth group adult leaders, so that'll be an hour and a half and hopefully I'll have the energy to clean my room when I get home. It's a disaster area and I am trying to get it fixed. I just have to muster up the concentration and motivation to do it, but when I get home from these things I'm usually ready to veg out or sleep. Sound like laziness? It is! Maybe I'll come back tomorrow and post whether or not I cleaned. That will serve as motivation to get it done, lest public embarrassment ensues.

P.S. Today's my brother's birthday!






that's okay, heart. we'll get'em next time.

You Forgot All The Times I Never Let You Down

First four days of work were really uplifting. I do have a little bit of a cold now (I feel like I always write here when I'm sick, what is that?) so that was a downer. I have three days to finish memorizing show four of five and I'll have six days to get show five learned. There's still one to four scripts they haven't given us yet. We only got script five today. The thing about working at Saltworks is that it doesn't seem like work. However, it also seems very surreal. Like someone else is doing it for me? Or like it's still the summer. I know in my head that I'll be doing this for the next eight or nine months but I don't feel like it's really sunk in yet. Maybe once we start touring I'll 'get it' together in my mind.

I can't believe I'm getting paid for this. I have a lot of fun.

I'm also incredibly torn. I'm worried about graduate school stuff. The idea of re-applying and auditioning again is daunting. It's a lot of work. Of course. And it'd be worth it... Of course. But it's scary. And hard. Just like everything in life worth having, I guess.

I think too much.

Also, my five year high school reunion is next summer. What!? When'd that happen?

Ok. Tech rehearsal. Peace.

For Mark Before He Goes To College

Some life revelations I stole from a friend to make Monday morning brighter.

I wish Google Maps had an "avoid ghetto" routing option.

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter? (Everything in moderation. Emphasis on 'mostly' and 'moderation'... not 'everything).

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the hell was going on when I first saw it.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

How on earth are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take two trips to bring my groceries in.

I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

LOL has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

My cousin's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.

Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, friends!

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it....thanks Mario Kart.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories.

Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like, I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem....

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don't win, they are executed.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

When I meet a new guy, I'm terrified of mentioning something he hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet anything everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time...

The 4-year old I babysit asked me the other day "What would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?

It really angers me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

I wonder if cops ever get ticked off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.

The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel fat before dinner.

Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch three consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

What Makes You Think I'd Lose My Mind For You?

"I'm no sociopath, I'm no Sylvia Plath I ain't no Francis Farmer, I don't fight for you
...
Didn't I see this movie, where the doctor looks like you?
Where the patient for impatient and said, "Sorry, doc, I'm through?"
I know where this is going, and I know what you're about.
Cause I have seen this movie and I walked out
I walked out
I'm walking..."

Next to Normal is my new musical obsession. In The Heights is up there, but I think while it's composition is unique, Next to Normal's is more complex. I haven't started REALLY listening to [Title of Show] yet. But that'll be coming by October when I tire of varying these two.

So right now theatre life includes a lot of Billy Shakes. I'm stage managing Hamlet and I'm assistant directing Love's Labour's Lost as well as playing Jaquenetta and u/s Katherine. That one is in the park which is great. I love being outside. I think this will quickly become an addicting kind of performing.

I actually went to see Shakespeare in the Park in Johnstown this weekend past. It was different from how we're doing it in Pittsburgh but good all the same. Too short of a trip, I didn't get to see all of the gang while I was out there. But! I figure I'll be back up to move Mark in soon so I'll see all of you cool theatre kats at the end of the month. Watched a good friend's final Johnstown performance (at least until next summer) and that was satisfying. Also got to eat Dollar General cookies and free ice cream sandwiches with Amanda (the ever patient dance instructor of my early UPJ years).

Seeing History Boys on Saturday at the Pittsburgh Irish and Classical Theatre.

I quoted Hamlet yesterday without realizing it "Brevet is the soul of wit." I thought I was just quoting the play WIT written by Margaret Edson but SHE was quoting Hamlet.

Accidental intelligence or stupidity for not realizing that I did it? You decide. I'm going to make a light and sound cue outline for Hamlet!

"It is a nipping and an eager air."