Blogs...

Blogs are stupid. In fact, they pretty much suck. I felt like I just took the time and energy to make a post yesterday and actually it was 10 days ago! I don't do enough interesting stuff for this! Well, I am guarding a bake sale right now. I would say I was working it but in reality everyone is in class during this time so the only real time people buy stuff is in between classes, which is not right now, so I am watching to make sure than no muffins run away.

We have quite the array of baked goods. There are blueberry, corn, and pumpkin muffins; huge chocolate cupcakes with vanilla or peanut butter icing; chocolate chip cookies; and marshmallow fluff suger cookie sandwiches? I put the question mark at the end because that is what the sign reads.

See?! Anyway, It is pretty quiet and I thought that there would be no better time to sit and contemplate baked goods. Bake sales are such a large source of money for the theatre community here. People go all out on these things. I have seen pizzas and caramel apples and some crazy flavored cupcakes! What is your favorite baked good?

I'm applying to be the emcee of our Dance Marathon. I usually help out on one of the committees but Ned Baker and I decided to take it one step further and try to host the whole thing! And so I leave you with a video... our audition video...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rmQAY5vdBw

It is pretty spectacular if I do say so myself!

Not as Consistent as I Thought...

Yeah... really not so good at doing this every day. But then I look at Lauren and Erin who I have been blog stalking for weeks and never updated. Then Lauren FINALLY wrote something new and I go to check it out... It is promoting Rent the Runway! This is great, super cool internship she is going for but I want to know about her life. So I instead go and delete my current account for RTR and create a new one under her name so she gets credit. That is how I spent my thursday night. That is of course only after I couldn't sleep because I went to see the midnight premiere of Paranormal Activity 3. I have become quite a fan of this series. I have seen the prior two. However, they never fail to scare that dingleberry of poop out of me. So why I thought a midnight showing on a school night was wise, I will never know. I was wide-eyed waiting to be pulled out of bed by an invisible source. Which is when I realized that I am no longer scared of intruders. Wanna know why? Because I can kick an intruder where the sun don't shine or steal their gun and shoot them superhero style. You know what you can't do with supernatural forces? ANY of the above.  You are stuck fighting something you can't see, or touch (but freakishly feel) and any attempt to save yourself is futile. So after I made Boyfriend stay up and play 500 rummy with me until he needed to go sleep, I read Lauren's blog. Paranormal Activity 3 gets an overall rating of 4 stars. EXTREMELY scary and EXTREMELY well executed but in the long run there is something about recommending something that gave me night terrors to anyone I know and care about.


OH! those photos with my nipples came back. Nothing with my nipples was actually used by my board to promote, unfortunately, and in fact none of the photos really had any of my nipples in them. But I did get this spicy baby to create a poster for my board.

Yes, my nipply nips are hiding in his back. 

So many awesome photos came out of this. Greg Uzelac, our photographer, is so very talented! BAH! I love everyone reading this for putting up with my rants! BOOP!

I'm a Liar

So it has been over a week. And I lied a bit… I’m not posting the outfit stuff today. It has been too much! But I HAVE A CAST! So… I am producing a show in February and we just cast it and I couldn’t be more thrilled! They are so talented and awesome and hot! But actually we have such an attractive cast and I can’t wait to play with them!

I am sitting in Renaissance Drama kind of listening to this guy talk about this piece of artwork, which shows Jesus with the plague. I’m a little too disgusted to pay attention so here I am. I will describe this to you… Jesus is doing his thing, chilling on the cross, crucified and such but he is covered in leper-like spots and his feet are covered in buboes and black grossness. Yeah… this is definitely the holey Lord.  

It is times like this when I wonder if my sarcasm is going to send me to Hell. I love Jesus and I love God and I love people but a good religious joke every now and then is always appreciated. I think I will compromise. I won’t give up my jokes but I will just start praying more. “Dear God, Sorry I made fun of your son’s feet today. They really are lovelier than mine no matter what shape they are in. I am not worthy. Amen.” About right.  

These people are somehow still talking about this. Is that a pregnant man? I thought only seahorses could do that. The person who painted this must have had a very distorted view of the world and Jesus. Religious art always amuses me. No one ever has the same view as I do and most people who choose to paint or write about religion have a very strong crazy view. Check into it.

This is a great transition!

So why did Hulu decide that it can’t show the newest Glee until a week later? I don’t want to subscribe to Hulu plus and I am never going to. I’m not paying to see free shows. So, I watch Castle on Tuesdays and then watch the Glee from a week prior on Wednesday. 

FOX REALLY?! 

***Interlude***

This boy just burst into an Irish accent to present the minutes from our last class… 

***End Interlude***

So TV now sucks. I can’t watch TV live, I don’t have time. So I used to depend on Hulu. Hulu has betrayed me. We can’t be friends any more Hulu! I counted on you to catch me up on all the shows I miss or am too embarrassed to watch in public. If only there was another way to watch my shows I would never visit you again!

Tuesdays are long.

It's Beginning to Look Like a Trend

Get excited because tomorrow is going to be a countdown of the 10 best and worst outfits to wear to an audition!

However, today is a whole different story.  I didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, did pee, lost a few friends I’m sure, and traveled the education mountain of work I had yesterday, uphill both ways in the snow, barefoot and pregnant*, my intestines falling out and slowly being eaten by the rabid wild hogs that were following me. Every single professor had something due. And I’m not talking about some little worksheet. I am talking about a problem set, a 20-minute presentation on Medea, a summary of the ancient world from creation through the final judgment, and an ekphrasis (a summary of a piece of art) and a quiz. The whining will now end.

*I am not actually pregnant. This is a saying. Do not run and tell my parents.

Last night, Lovers & Madmen, the ultimate theatre board of nerdiness, had a publicity photo shoot. We are trying this year to go for a more neutral approach. While we do focus on the classics and Shakespeare and other ancient dorks, we would like to try and attract some normalish people to join this year. The theme of our shoot was “Keeping the Classics Classy”. In my head I was thinking a very James Bond, classic family portraits, clean lines and shapes in sharp formal wear. It turned into a nothing less than a lovely experience of the complete opposite. We had people dueling over women, licking swords and not to mention my nipples were everywhere. I was wearing this American Apparel dress:

Actually impossible to wear.

It is backless and hence I was braless thinking it would be a quick photo shoot and we are outta there. False. It turns out that the film building keeps its studios colder than a Texan in Antarctica due to the heat of the lights. I’m sure this would have been appreciated had I been wearing real clothes. Unfortunately my mind was on seducing the young and not on keeping myself protected from the elements. The photographer said he would photoshop out what ever seemed inappropriate. I will be sure to show y’all some of those photos soon.

I am going to try to appeal to my public and make at least a part of this blog about something I am slowly feeling more strongly about: fashion. Really what this means is I will tell you what I am wearing each day and how I feel about it. I have made a pact with myself that I will at least try and look presentable every day of fall quarter. I would say the whole year but sweatpants in winter are the best and I am not quite strong enough to give up the security of my worn in Theta butt pants, the ones that degrade the sisterhood because my letters are splattered across my buttocks.  I wear them probably 2-3 times a week in private and they can be brought out to view by all the north-campus frat stars about once a week. The point is, I spend way too much time now, the night before, piecing together ensembles I find appropriate enough to don outside of my lair. It is not something that comes naturally to me. I can do the matchy-matchy concept but when it comes to mixing colors and patterns I pee myself a little. So I am starting slowly. Today I decided on the ever neutral denim shirt. Why these were stashed away so long I am not sure. They are great. I will always keep mine. It is pieced with an Urban Outfitters skirt with birds on it. I like birds. I like Urban. I like things on sale. This skirt was all three and therefore is now covering my rumpus. Paired with some white keds, a brown wide belt and a bullet necklace, I feel pretty confident today. Of course I forgot my sunglasses and I have been squinting at everyone which is probably not adding to my appearance but no one needs to look at my face if everything else is in fair condition. 

There. I have appealed to people who don't care about my personal life. Now maybe I should look back up at the board. Logic is not actually that logical... 

Picture of Daily Emotion. Today: overwhelmed.

This Blog is Really Purple

It is on this day, in my History of Ancient Philosophy class, under the greatest professor I have ever known, that I write what will make me the most artsy I have ever been. My first blog post. Blog sounds like Blerg. Blerg is like Zunes! Or Meep! Or Mrrrrr! Blerg seems to be an onomatopoeia, unfortunately, that sounds like a bad thing. (Yes, I may have extended the definition of onomatopoeia a tad just so I could use the word onomatopoeia in this post.) So for this reason, I have avoided creating a blog. Also, probably because I just don’t have all that much time and, just like the Myspace I created solely to reach into the secret depths of my middle school crush’s life,  it will probably eventually fall by the wayside. So each post will be a new accomplishment.

This post is really for Lauren and Erin. Not Only because I am going to say things about them but more because they are probably the only ones who will read this. Hi y’all. I  miss you pumpkin butts like crazy! These girls have been the support system in my life for approximately 7 years now. I go home for the holidays solely to be able to see them. So, when it recently became apparent to me that I would have to stay in Evanston over Thanksgiving, I began to sulk a bit. It is an incredible opportunity. I have been cast in a great show, under a great director with a great ensemble and really I will grow as an actor through the process but nothing will make up for the late nights driving around (past specific checkpoints if I may) and sitting in Starbucks and walking through Highland Park Village with these ladies. 

I mean... if you had friends as beautiful as this: 

We were photo magicians that day

I bet she hates me for this...

Not that Erin will love this

 Let us begin with Lauren. She hates me right now. But while this photo may not show that she is the most stunning and confident diva I have ever met, it does show exactly what feeling she gives me. Mama Nugget! Yet the photo of Erin perfectly displays our relationship as well. This subtle ugly face is something that I believe she and I have mastered over the years. Our summers in Colorado and years of being awkward are great practice. 

Woah! Love rant. It is with this crazy, obsessive post that I leave you. (Myspace flashbacks). 

Blessed and cursed with no one sitting behind me as to not capture their stunned faces.

A Thom Out.