"I Hope I Get It"

     It’s time to discuss a serious illness affecting performers everywhere. It is a phenomenon commonly called post-show-depression, and caused by a show’s run ending. Mostly it affects people who are in the show. Symptoms include, but are not limited to: lack of interest in normal activities, increased desire to listen to Broadway soundtracks, strange dreams involving missing cues or forgetting lines, and excessive tiredness. Some people try to live with the pain, suffering in silence. But there is only one treatment, and that is talking incessantly about what ever show is coming up next. This has the almost unavoidable side effect of making you sound super conceited and making everyone not want to talk to you. Talking about it helps relieve sadness, but everyone else only hears “I’m going to make it and you are not”. It is very off putting. So remember, when suffering from post-show-depression, remember you are not alone, so don’t drive those people away.



As of 2010, Playbill reported that the longest running shows in American musical theater history include The Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, Chicago, Beauty and the Beast, Rent, The Lion King, Miss Saigon and 42nd Street.

Just Thinkin' About Tomorrow

    So, my senior year is fast approaching, and for the first time in my life, I feel old. Not really, really old, but grown up. This has me up all night facing the dizzying prospect of adulthood. Before it was a thrilling yet terrifying prospect that caused me some angst (where to apply to college, what to major in, etc), but now it is all so real. Every time I turn on my computer I can feel it shaming me, an ever present reminder of the applications I should be filling out, of the responsible and grown up future awaiting me. It scares me. To add to all of this I now feel conflicted about the future I had planned for myself. Before, I was sure that a ‘real job’ in the business world would suite me fine, with some hobbies. Like a simple dress that you spice up with a belt. But now I’m rehearsing for a new show, Romeo and Juliet. This wouldn’t be a big deal, I’m normally in three to four shows a year, but this one is different. It’s in the summer, so it rehearses on a more professional schedule, and for the first time in a long time I have a decent sized part. I’m having so much fun and working so hard that it is taking over my life. Partially because it is summer, and partially because I have a pretty obsessive personality, I have to force myself not to think about it all the time. I want to just rehearse my lines and read. This is making me wonder if, perhaps I chose wrongly. Perhaps I am making a huge mistake by putting theater on the back burner. Then I remind myself of all of the reasons being a professional actress is so incredibly hard; why it isn’t right for me. Then I think, but lots of people do it and have real lives and families. The director of Romeo and Juliet, for example. Then I think, but they have no leisure time, because all of their leisure time is everyone else’s work time. Then I give up and sit around in a confused, adolescent stupor and try to block any thoughts at all, which, as I see it, is the grown up thing to do. then I put off college applications to run my lines, having accomplished nothing but to upset myself. And finally, I sleep, hoping the answer waits in the dream of tomorrow.


In "Phantom of the Opera," each show uses over 14 costume dressers, 200 costumes, 20 scene changes, 10 smoke and fog machines and 250 kilograms of dry ice.

New and a Bit Alarming

I made a video blog. Let me know what you think.

“It's Like I’m Surfing at the Speed of Light”

I just wanted to share some of the end of the year projects. These are my Latin themes memes. Enjoy them.

The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million.

“What Do the Simple Folk Do?”

   This is a really old Google meme, because I’m bored and I need something to do. 

• Question 1: [my name] needs…a stylist. Wow really, way to be subtle Google. 
• Question 2: [my name] looks like…a horse. I got the message the first time, thanks.  
• Question 3: [my name] says…what? I guess I do say what.  
• Question 4: [my name] wants…to play horsey. We are going to try and not make that dirty. It is probably in reference of my equine looks.  
• Question 5: [my name] does…facebook. She does.  
• Question 6: [my name] hates…to run. This is also true.  
• Question 7: [my name] likes…pies. It is like Google can see my soul. 
• Question 8: [my name] wears…shorts. True right now. So creepy Google.  
• Question 9: [my name] eats…ribs. Google is losing its touch. Not true.  
• Question 10: [my name] was arrested for…clowning around as a cow. How did Google know? 
• Question 11: [my name] loves…money. Well, you know me.  

   Yeah. That was fun. I’m not as bored anymore.

The most money ever paid for a cow in an auction was $1.3 million.

"Brush Up Your Shakespeare"

   I don’t blog very often. You’ve come to expect that. I no longer feel the need to apologize about it. I am also taking a brief hiatus from the projects series, because I want to. And by golly, this is my blog; I’ll do what I want. And I want to tell you something interesting. Actually a few interesting things that I learned in Shakespeare class. (Don’t ask what Shakespeare class is, it will ruin the effect).



   There is a statue of Shakespeare’s Juliet in the Capulet house in Vienna. (There really were Montegues and Capulets, just no Romeo or Juliet). So it is a bronze-y gold, but now green statue. Except for one part. 200 years of picture taking guys have left poor Juliet’s left bosom shiny shiny gold.


   Here’s an older one. In Henry the Fifth Shakespeare killed his most popular character, a drunken knight named Falstaff, in a super depressing offstage scene only described to the audience. Everyone was shocked. His patron at the time was Queen Elizabeth the First. When her messenger dropped off Shakespeare’s next payment there was a note (mostly implied, nothing is proven) saying that her majesty the queen would like to see more of Falstaff. His next play was The Merry Wives of Winsor, starring nothing but the antics of the jovial Falstaff.


    I am considering starting a sort of video blog that gives information of boring/confusing topics that most people have trouble learning about, (like Shakespeare plays, biology, or Roman history). I might start this summer. Who knows. What do you think?


In 1603, Shakespeare's company became the official player for King James I and renamed themselves The King's Men.

“Hey, that’s Not a Bad Idea Perhaps We Could Use It”

    I am starting another little series of blogs that will all be related to each other. They are all going to be about the many projects that have been keeping me so busy and unable to blog, but are now coming to a close.


    I was recently a chorus member in Bye Bye Birdie. That was fun, and I got to hang out with friends and make new friends. So yay! I was also involved in a class play. Specifically I was the stage manager, which was super stressful. But now it is over. Huzzah!


    Changing the subject without any transitions, I also had to take the ACT. I don’t really think you care how my ACT went, because standardized testing is repulsive. Way more important than the test was where I was sitting. Why, because I was sitting by a bookshelf, (not that they let me read any of the books) a bookshelf full of gold…in your pants. Here is a list (don’t freak out, they aren’t back) of the fabulous in your pants books that sat upon the bookshelf in the ACT room:


1. One Hundred Years of Solitude (in your pants) by: Gabriel García Márquez


2. Rash (in your pants) by: Pete Hautman


3. Lemonade Mouth (in your pants) by: Mark Peter Huges


4. Seduced by Hitler (in your pants) by: Adam LeBor and Roger Boyes


5. Master and Commander (of your pants) by: Patrick O’Brian


There are 10 human body parts that are only 3 letters long (eye hip arm leg ear toe jaw rib lip gum).