Tuesday, May 20, 2008

50 degrees

It's too cold for Jersey this time of year. I don't know how I feel about it.

I'm also thinking that I have a problem with my sleeping (or lack thereof) habits. I'm tired all the time, and I can't sleep normal hours. In fact, I'm about to go take a nap. I might go to the doctor about it.

I'm in Damn Yankees! And it's a paid gig, too! How sweet is that? We have 11 shows total. My brother is in it too. I'm beyond excited.

Now all I need to do is find a job. Boo.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

"Look into my heart and you'll find that the sky is yours"

May 20th- New Jason Mraz cd! Who's excited? Well...I AM!
Anyway, I really need to get to packing. I need to be out of here by Saturday. Most of my girls will be gone by Thursday.

Did I ever mention that I hate goodbyes? They're probably one of my least favorite things in the world. Part of it is because I have self-diagnosed myself as having Athazagoraphobia...which is a fear of being forgotten. Yeah yeah...I don't know. It's just how I feel sometimes.

I'll be home Monday. I can NOT wait until I get to the Philly airport. Oh my goodness...it's the best feeling. Ever.

Oh...and I saw "Baby Mama" tonight. It was okay. The end.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

sing...sing a song...

UPDATE: Dad's surgery went well. Little brother's surgery went well. (They were both operated on on Monday. Weird?)
This just in: I've been complaining too much lately. I'm sorry.
I need to thank Amber for her last doubleshot last night. I wouldn't have been able to stay up til 3 a.m. and write most of my paper without it. I know it was a big deal to give that up, and I am extremely grateful.
Oklahoma cast meeting was last night. I'm actually excited. We were all advised to work out over the summer because of how intense dance rehearsals will be...which means I'll have to work even harder than I was planning.
I'm ready for dead week to be over. I'm ready for all of my exams to be done with.
I want to sing. I want to dance. I need to perform.
Oh yeah..and like...work too.

The title of this entry is from our Nathan Lane project for Theatre History...and well...let's just say that I hope you get a laugh out of it.