LJ is NOT being nice today.
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learning2flyAfter much time spent scanning pictures, I was ready to try this HTML thing and post my pictures. There's something up with my yahoo pictures that isn't letting me post them directly. I had a cut going and it would have looked very schnifty. If anyone knows of a way for this to actually work, maybe even my own website or something, I'd greatly appreciate any ideas. Here's a link to Toby's Adventure in NYC. I suggest clicking slideshow when you get there and enjoy! And as an added bonus for being patient, here'sApril's 20th and Halloween Rocky 2002 and more wolfie pics!
And could someone in that crazy madison apartment make sure that Andrea sees the one of us singing Queen together. I still can't believe that really happened.
As for today, I found myself in a desert called cyberland. No really, I found myself in my alma mater's theater, rehearsing for a musical. A dream mayhap? A nightmare? No! Reality. Spraker is retiring soon and has always wanted to put on a revue show of gershwin songs and broadway hits. This year he got his wish. He's made the show open for faculty and alumni as well as current students. I just caught wind of it a few days ago and called him up. After a few minutes, I heard the words 'yes' and 'I'll see you Saturday morning' escape my lips. So, at 8:30 this morning, I was driving past that hideous orange and blue wall and the speed trap where the cops usually have their morning coffee and donuts while pulling over students trying to get to class on time. And that lovely shade of butterscotch dilly bar smeared all over the auditorium. And the smell of mildewy curtains and hairspray. Turns out Spraker has gathered over 80 bodies into the room to perform in his dream show. I looked around the room and saw only a few familar faces: Joleen Carlson, my preschool teacher, Mrs. Danielson, my most hated math teacher whom was lovingly dubbed 'the troll', and some old theater friends like the Wangaards, Matt Warren, Tim Palachek (with crazy orange and red hair) and Andy Hansen. Even my old principal, the man who called every girl at the homecoming dance 'sluts', Dr. Scott, made an appearance. (Every time someone said his name I had a little giggle with Rocky quotes ringing in my ears). I was feeling very old, and very sad for this being the first theater activity I have been in besides faire which doesn't count because I ignored the patrons for most of the season anyway. Yet, part of me is happy to be a part of it again. I always hated the auditions and the waiting to see your fate on the cast list. I hated feeling alone while everyone else was in cliques or coupled off. But when the curtain came up, I never felt more alive and had so much fun. Performing on stage brought out a part of me that only comes out when I'm performing. It's a rush you can't get anywhere else. I miss it so much. I keep hoping that once I graduate I'll have time to audition for local theaters or maybe give Theater Guild another go. Someone with as many self esteem issues as I have can't live a life of putting myself out there and risk rejection for the rest of my life.
Who knows. I chose the realistic career path, but sometimes the little girl in me who dreams to be a broadway star just won't stay quiet. She's satisfied for now to be in Spraker's show.
As for Ren Faire, we're all still in the dark. We don't know why the Reveler's have been given the boot. All we know is that all of us have to audition again, including two monolouges, a song, dancing and improv. Part of me still wants to be in the Bella Donnas, the choir troupe. But then on the other hand, singing all day in that heat does not sound all that fun. Like doing swing choir minus the red sequined hats for 9 hours. eeeeh. no. According to the director there's only 2-3 spots open and I still can't sight read to save my life. So that answers that.
I'd love to be part of the new dance troupe. Thanks to miss Liz for sharing The Last Five Years with me, I now have an audition piece that I LOVE and will kick ass at. Randy has hopes to join the street cast, a group of high energy mischief makers that walk around entertaining patrons. They are the respected group (unlike the Reveler's, who were just above the people selling pickles...) and get a lot of improv opportunities. Which is great for him, I'm sure he'd make an awesome street person, but then again I won't see him hardly at all during the day. If he doesn't make it, he's planning on joining the dance troupe with me. He's also agreed to be my victim when I perform "Naughty Baby" as my song audition....which should be very very fun and it won't be as scary with him there. I guess we'll see what happens after auditions in March.
And could someone in that crazy madison apartment make sure that Andrea sees the one of us singing Queen together. I still can't believe that really happened.
As for today, I found myself in a desert called cyberland. No really, I found myself in my alma mater's theater, rehearsing for a musical. A dream mayhap? A nightmare? No! Reality. Spraker is retiring soon and has always wanted to put on a revue show of gershwin songs and broadway hits. This year he got his wish. He's made the show open for faculty and alumni as well as current students. I just caught wind of it a few days ago and called him up. After a few minutes, I heard the words 'yes' and 'I'll see you Saturday morning' escape my lips. So, at 8:30 this morning, I was driving past that hideous orange and blue wall and the speed trap where the cops usually have their morning coffee and donuts while pulling over students trying to get to class on time. And that lovely shade of butterscotch dilly bar smeared all over the auditorium. And the smell of mildewy curtains and hairspray. Turns out Spraker has gathered over 80 bodies into the room to perform in his dream show. I looked around the room and saw only a few familar faces: Joleen Carlson, my preschool teacher, Mrs. Danielson, my most hated math teacher whom was lovingly dubbed 'the troll', and some old theater friends like the Wangaards, Matt Warren, Tim Palachek (with crazy orange and red hair) and Andy Hansen. Even my old principal, the man who called every girl at the homecoming dance 'sluts', Dr. Scott, made an appearance. (Every time someone said his name I had a little giggle with Rocky quotes ringing in my ears). I was feeling very old, and very sad for this being the first theater activity I have been in besides faire which doesn't count because I ignored the patrons for most of the season anyway. Yet, part of me is happy to be a part of it again. I always hated the auditions and the waiting to see your fate on the cast list. I hated feeling alone while everyone else was in cliques or coupled off. But when the curtain came up, I never felt more alive and had so much fun. Performing on stage brought out a part of me that only comes out when I'm performing. It's a rush you can't get anywhere else. I miss it so much. I keep hoping that once I graduate I'll have time to audition for local theaters or maybe give Theater Guild another go. Someone with as many self esteem issues as I have can't live a life of putting myself out there and risk rejection for the rest of my life.
Who knows. I chose the realistic career path, but sometimes the little girl in me who dreams to be a broadway star just won't stay quiet. She's satisfied for now to be in Spraker's show.
As for Ren Faire, we're all still in the dark. We don't know why the Reveler's have been given the boot. All we know is that all of us have to audition again, including two monolouges, a song, dancing and improv. Part of me still wants to be in the Bella Donnas, the choir troupe. But then on the other hand, singing all day in that heat does not sound all that fun. Like doing swing choir minus the red sequined hats for 9 hours. eeeeh. no. According to the director there's only 2-3 spots open and I still can't sight read to save my life. So that answers that.
I'd love to be part of the new dance troupe. Thanks to miss Liz for sharing The Last Five Years with me, I now have an audition piece that I LOVE and will kick ass at. Randy has hopes to join the street cast, a group of high energy mischief makers that walk around entertaining patrons. They are the respected group (unlike the Reveler's, who were just above the people selling pickles...) and get a lot of improv opportunities. Which is great for him, I'm sure he'd make an awesome street person, but then again I won't see him hardly at all during the day. If he doesn't make it, he's planning on joining the dance troupe with me. He's also agreed to be my victim when I perform "Naughty Baby" as my song audition....which should be very very fun and it won't be as scary with him there. I guess we'll see what happens after auditions in March.
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Date: 2003-01-11 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-01-12 11:47 am (UTC)you saw ben?
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Date: 2003-01-13 10:04 am (UTC)april- technically, I didn't have to audition, he just let me in. I'm not that pathetic then, right??? thanks for the good luck for faire. I'm going to need it.
laura- I don't want to go there, but yes. He was there. Your apartment looked awesome with the crepe paper! Too bad our dancing and craziness made most of it fall down by the end of the night...
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Date: 2003-01-13 03:40 pm (UTC)just kidding, how is he? anyways? (noone else i know has seen him)
i'm surprised the floor didn't fall down in my apartment from the jumping. =)