It Rained

When I was little I used to think that when it rained, it was God crying for someone.

This Week

I'm going to Muppet's house tomorrow.  So we can talk about things we never talked about during Drama Camp because there was no time to do so.  It's funny how often you can see a person and still not get to talk to them.

We're also planning on watching Hairspray (because Muppet has never seen it), Avatar (because I've never seen it), and Mario Karting and such.  Probably surf the internet.  You know, the usual things we do.  She'll paint my nails, I'll find a way to mess them up and then she'll have to fix 'em up again.  We'll bake something, cook dinner maybe, laugh at how ridiculous we are, laugh at the TV when it's being ridiculous, laugh at the clock because it's being ridiculous (Hey, it can't be 1:00 in the morning yet!).  You get the picture.  Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Vacation wasn't too overwhelmingly exciting.  The manatees decided to be shy, but one of them breathed on my feet.  I got yet another sunburn (I still don't have a tan), saw crabs popping into their holes one the beach, ate at a sea food restaurant, and watched the end of Time Line.  I only saw the end but it didn't look too interesting to me from what I saw of it.

Well, I'm going bowling now, so toodles!

It's over...:(

Last year if I had posted something, it would have said something like "It's over...:D" but for some reason, this year it was different.  The people were so beautiful (inside and out; but inside especially) and so generous.  The instructors told me that they wanted me to come back and audition.  Nobody has told me that before.  I don't think I got as many goodbyes last year as I did this year.  And now I'm pretty positive that that theater is where I belong for now.  That's the place for me to audition at.  I just know it's there.  This place is IT.  And the people, the people are so sweet.  I handed my folder around and practically everyone signed it.  There were lot's of hearts and smiley faces and the sweetest things said on it.  It just showed me that not only the instructors but also the kids want me to come back.  I'm just so flattered right now.  I'm going to keep that folder for a very long time.  But it reminds me of how many people out there do care about me when I'm down.

The performance was a blast and everything went well.  Everyone loved us old weeping ladies and we loved everyone back (lol even the "Evil Queen").  The Host tripped at one point but it really only added to the humor and it was a too obvious trip.  It was a hilarious performance and everyone enjoyed.  Now after all that hard work, I think it's time for some well deserved rest and a vacation but I promise I'll be back soon.  I'll try to blog Thursday or (if it's possible and depending on the time) Wednesday, but stay tuned for more lights, camera, action!

Oh and for those who are new to this blog, if you like my blog you may also enjoy Muppet's blog: The Whimsical Mind of Muppet the Mophead.  Just saying.  It's a pretty good blog too.  And for something more spiritual I suggest my sister's blog: Stitches and Scribbles.  Or my other sister's blog (If you're a foodie): Juniper's table.

That's all for now!  Curtain call and bow.

The Early Bird Gets a Haircut

Okay so the title of this post may be more amusing than what I've actually got to say.  So yeah, I woke up kinda early today but, oh my gosh, it feels like I slept way later than normally.  It's 7:30 in the morning and I usually get up around 7:00 so I guess I did sleep in a little.  For me.  But I can't sleep because every time I get comfortable my head buzzes with the same old stuff.  Or new stuff.  If you're me it's old because my brain has been doing this for two weeks.  It's like an early alarm or something.  My brain just says, "TIME TO GET UP!  You've got places to go and plays to perform so GET UP." So, as usual, I gave up trying to roll over and fall asleep.  It'll be better next week I think, especially because I won't have to wake up early with butterflies in my stomach.  Stupid butterflies.  They always attack on the day of a performance, whether it be something small or something HUGE.  But I can assure you as soon as my feet touch the stage and I'm sitting cross-legged in my spot on the set, it will magically melt away.

I assume you've probably guessed that today is the day of my performance, but I haven't been telling you about what happened before today.  Actually I don't think I've made a blog post all week.  I thought that a blog post would calm my nerves.  When I talk, I feel better.  I don't know why but it's just relief to say the things that are blotching my mind.

Mostly this week we blocked some things, played some games, went to the park, ran through the whole play several times, tech day, dress rehearsals and the assistant director finally went over my monologue with me and I apparently did very well.  Or at least that's what I think because he didn't correct me too much, but then again, we didn't have much time to do that sort of thing because we had to get costumes on and stuff for dress rehearsals.  But I feel really good about my monologue and now I feel like I'm ready to audition for things in the future.  Well not entirely because I only have the music from this year's performance to work with at the moment but we'll find something for my voice type eventually.  I like musicals, because I love singing.  I'm not always on tune when I start singing a new song but I get the hang of it eventually and then I really feel fabulous.  And then there are all the people who think I have beautiful voice (not just my mother, people).  But for me, it's not that I have a good voice, for me it's that I can use it well without hurting myself on higher notes like other people can and that I can sing loudly and softly and clearly.  For me I think it's more important that you're words are loud and clear than that you're voice is beautiful.  But also I think it's great if you can hit all those notes that no one else can.  But it's good to not be a showoff when singing, even if you can sing like Jean val Jean in Les Miserables.  Everyone can sing, they just need practice.  Really, anyone can do just about anything with some practice.  So don't make people feel less than you.  But on the other hand, don't put yourself down to make others look better.  Just do your best and don't overdue it.

Have you noticed that a lot of my titles only match up with the first sentence and then goes in an entirely different direction?

Huh?

I can't remember what I was blogging about last time that I wanted to continue today.  All I remember is that I was blabbering about music.  That's very much like me.  I haven't been myself this week much.  I've felt awful especially physically.  I've been sick, thanks to Muppet.  But I kind of wouldn't have changed the circumstances if I went back in time and did it again.  She needed me that day.  I could tell because of her mood.  She's not usually irritated with me for no reason.  But being sick, she wasn't in the mood to do things that I felt like doing.  It was all fine though because I found it nice to have a relaxing day watching Sherlock Holmes and Stranger Tides with her.

Besides being sick, I'm not feeling myself today for other personal reasons and because I can't sleep comfortably with a stuffed up nose.  I alter served a beautiful wedding for one of our many church friends.  And Mrs. Mo was at the wedding reception.  That lasted until four o' clock in the afternoon.  We came home I blogged, watched TV, emailed my friend, ate a lovely dinner, watched Dolphin Tale, and went to bed.  I still feel yucky today.  I'm going to my grandparent's house today anyways, though...

ADIOS AMIGOS!!!

It's kinda been a while...

How long has it been since my last blog post?  A year?  Oh it was only a few days ago.  Lord, it feels like ages.  But I guess that's what happens when you go to Drama Camp for so much of your day and so much of your week.  I feel like I live there.  Except when I come home for dinner and go to bed.  Then I wake up and TA DA!  Drama again!  So things have been happening there.  Everyone knows who they are in the script and hopefully this weekend people are memorizing their lines.  I know my lines and I think I know when to say them.  And as for music, I left one of my sheets at Drama Camp on accident but it's the one I know already.  And for proof, I'll write the lyrics:

Now yer here, yes yer here like a perfumed smell, like a skunk living under the house.  And we've had enough of yer chirping spells yer a flower pickin' nature loven', song singin', lily white, (repeat from flower... but I'm not singing). *Repeat again this time I sing but instead of lily white say: sissified, dainty---do-gooder...

Yeah, so that's that.  They told us to go home and practice it faster but I was one of the people who already knew the speed of the song so I'm not worried about that.  Once while practicing, I lost the key starting note and I couldn't pick it up again during that part of the song.  I know the key, I just kind of slipped up and forgot.  It was embarrassing but I knew my singing luck couldn't last forever.  When I came home that night I was thinking about singing it but my voice was acting up from all of the coughing I was doing that day from phlegm.  But the next day I sang it without the music sheet and did well.  I just want the sheet so if I decide to do a real musical somewhere and audition I will have some sort of music I'm familiar with using.  Which, I think I've said this before, I can't read musical notes.  I explained to to Muppet as being like handing a Japanese person an American English dictionary and telling them to look up the word vocabulary.  Obviously they can't do that.  And obviously if you hand me a music sheet and tell me to look up musical note high C I wouldn't be able to find.  Now, continuing with my example, if you tell the person to say that word he looked up while you're pointing to it, he won't know how to say it.  Like me, I can't sing that note because I have no idea what it sounds like because I don't know what the note is.  But that person can look at the word and know it's a word.  I know that what you're pointing to is a musical note, I don't know how to pronounce it.  But if you tell the person how to say it (voe-cab-yu-lair-ee) he will know. He won't know what the definition of the word is but he can repeat it.  If you sing a high C, I don't know it's a high C but I can mimic the note you just sang.  I can sing, but I can't read music.  Get it now?

I never learned how to read music because I was much more interested in dance at the time I had the opportunity.  I'm not complaining.  I'm 100% just telling you why I'm not capable of reading music.  I think I'm good right now with just knowing how to sing.  I taught myself kind of.  I'll explain in another post.  The TV is distracting me from my thoughts...

ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Yes, I'm sick today.  If you didn't notice from the title.  That's part of the reason why I didn't blog yesterday.  Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...now it looks as though they're here to stay...Anyways.  Sorry, I get carried away when it comes to singing.  Not that I was actually was singing.  But speaking of singing, I came up with my own version of I Could Have Dance All Night.  It goes like so:

I could have slept all night
I could have slept all night
and still have slept some more.

I could have slept away
the entire day
and still have slept for sure.

But really, yesterday I had auditions.  And either it was because I mentioned that I was good at playing crazy granny's or they just thought that it was a better part for me, I'm going to be Weeping Old Lady 2.  2?  That sounds familiar...Ah!  I was Guard TWO in Jerusalem's Most Wanted.  It's reminding me of two different parts I've had in my life, the character Tilly McBride from Muppet's script of A Murder By Any Other Name Would Still Be Wrong and the part of Guard two mentioned above.  I think Tilly McBride is my ultimate favorite character I've ever been.  I mean, she was a little strange of a character, but in a good way.  I loved her crazy self.  I think Muppet should write part two to that.  Then a close second would be my character from How to Eat Like a Child in the song How to Torture your Sister.  But I think I might like my role as a Weepy Old Lady better than Olivia in the short film we did with Drama Club.  No offense to the writer at all.  It's just my opinion because she was least like me.  But then again, I'm not very good at playing silly, boy-obsessed girls.  But I think I know what my strengths are in characters and my weaknesses in them.  I like funny, crazy people.  But even when I think back to the days when I was playing Littlest Pet Shop with my sisters, I was always a crazy bad guy.  Often a cat.  But enough of that.