"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).

"Like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde”

   Why are people so different on paper than in real life? Is it because we, as people, only put insignificant things on paper? I don’t think that’s necessarily true. The different facets of peoples’ personalities can be put on paper; it’s how we know what book characters are like. So how come book characters make sense and people don’t? The best explanation I can give myself is this: characters from a book have concrete personalities, in which all of their character traits are equally important and do not contradict each other. In real life, none of this is true. Just because you can write down the ingredients of a person doesn’t give you the recipe. We all decide on the value of the different parts of other’s personalities through a filter. We all decide how much weight to give each thing, but we could be wrong. In people we like we weigh things we like more than things we don’t like. This allows bad things, things we don’t want to see in our friends, slip though unnoticed. The same principle applies to people we don’t like. We can’t handle the processing of their wrong doings and the good things they do. It isn’t about what’s there, it’s about how we see it. Others see some parts of us, filter them, and create their own image of us. That’s why the same person is different, depending on who is talking about them.


The Australian $5 to $100 notes are made of plastic.

“Am I Drunk, or Maybe I’m Dreaming”

    So I wrote this during the SAT, not actually during the test, because that would be impossible, but during my blurry and disoriented study time. Keep that in mind. You see, I was working on my laptop and something wasn’t working. Some people get angry when technology doesn’t work, but I remained rather calm. All I said was “why won’t you work? You always throw these tantrums.” Then later I couldn’t fit something in my purse. “You need to fit”. Then I realized that I now address all f my possessions in the second person. This led me to examine why? I came up with two possible reasons I might do this. One: I am slowly going insane and will eventually believe that my possessions have thoughts and feelings and they may eventually talk back and my incessant monologuing will end in utter lunacy and conversations with my purse and laptop. The other option was I am slowly becoming a proponent of slavery, something I don’t want to be. Maybe my madness isn’t that my possessions have opinions and personalities, but that I still expect them to unquestioningly do my bidding. This thought scares me. For once I hope I am going insane.

The surface area of an average-sized brick is 79 cm squared.

“We'll Tie a Sash Around it Put a Ribbon Through It”

I kept my promise. Big things stress me out. Little things make me crazy with stress. Naps help. But I don’t want to talk about it. I want to talk about crafts and Costco. My two parts have nothing in common except that they both begin with a “c”. So, part one: crafts. I have recently rekindled my love of crafts. I used to love crafts a lot when I was little, but then I just stopped. Now I want to start again. Then I had this brilliant idea while I was trolling the internet for craft ideas. What if I could make crafts for charity? That would solve my number one craft making problem: where to put all of my crafts once I’m finished with them? Now I can just give them away to people who need them. I’m going to sew teddy bears for kids in the hospital and make cloth bags to, you know, save the earth and stuff. Then I’m going to make presents for my friends. It’s exciting. Now on to part two: Costco. So, I was at Costco a few days ago and I thought how sad and lonely would it be if you shopped at Costco for just yourself? What would you buy? Who needs all that butter and multiple loaves of fiber bread? This is what keeps me awake at night.


The first soup was made from hippopotamus and dates back to 6000 B.C.

“I've been out to Pasture Pal, My Ambition Gone”

   Yay! I’m back after a very extended break of not blogging. I know that I said that I would post the day after my last post, but I lied to you (mostly to myself actually). But on my blogging sabbatical I made a personal discovery about my blogs: lists are holding me back. So, from now lists will be optional. Prepare yourself for lots more paragraphs; also lots less structure, but more posts. So my last post that I didn’t post because I stopped liking it was about twitter. Mostly, I got a twitter (I’m MyNameRhymes4) and I follow celebrities so that I can get more text messages and feel that I have more friends. It’s nice to feel like all of these super clever and funny celebrities really want to tell me their jokes. Since you are currently taking the time to read my blog, you have no license to judge me. Also, the word license reminds me that today we got a new car to replace our old car, which was super old and crappy. Seriously, the window was all taped up and it made weird noises that just generally screamed unsafe. But now we have a new car and it comes on Monday and it is wonderful. Tomorrow, for real, I am going to post another blog, but now it is almost 1 am and I really should have been asleep, like two hours ago. Not having a list is so freeing. Bye!


The fist product to have a bar code was Wrigleys gum.

“Sweep Again and by Then it's Like 7:15”

   So I keep meaning to blog and not having time. You know, school, real live people to talk to. But now I am approaching day three of lock down. Uncharacteristically, it snowed on Monday. But then Tuesday and Wednesday it was still below freezing. The point of all this is not to bore you to death, but to try and find an entertaining to tell you that school has been out. It was great. Then it was nice to sleep in. Now it’s getting ridiculous. Mostly because everyone is going insane being stuck in their houses. My mother is nagging me constantly to clean, do homework, and play games with her. One second she’s all: let’s play a game. The next it’s: you really need to start cleaning. To escape her I have taken to trolling the internet. As inspired by these guys: and their YouTube videos  (watch those in order) I decided to answer Google’s life altering questions.
   I picked 3 common question stems and answered the questions that came up. I also put in some letters to spice things up. (get ready for terrifying amounts of sublists).


1. Is…
    a. Is Santa real? No. Get over it. Who is asking that to Google?
   b. Is facebook down? Not currently. Probably is when people Google this.
   c. Is Wal-Mart open on Christmas? There are probably some non-Christians that work for lots of overtime for working on Christmas.
   d. Is bronchitis contagious? Yes. You will spread it.


2. What…
    a. What is my ip? I don’t know. Neither does Google.
    b. What does my name mean? Might help if you typed your actually name in there.
    c. What is a g6? I had to actually look this up. It’s a group of European Union officials. That adds a new layer of depth to that song.
   d. What time is it? You’re on a computer. It’s at the bottom. AH*headdesk*


3. When…
    a. Every single one of these was about daylight savings time except when is Thanksgiving. There is something to say for that, but I don’t know what it is.


4. Back to is…h
    a. Is hank green awesome? That is only funny if you watched the video links. I’d like to point out that for is h this was the first link.


   So there are some questions that Google thinks I am going to ask it. Sadly I wonder about none of these questions. And I have run out of interesting things to talk about. I’ll try to blog again tomorrow. I have a new topic


There are more than 1,700 references to gems and precious stones in the King James translation of the Bible.

“I Know too Well that I’m Just Wasting Precious Time”

   In school, I wonder all the time where I am going to use anything I’m learning. Why is this important? Is my future really going to depend on two-dimensional kinematics or box-and-whisker plots? Fact: it’s not. But then I feel less motivated to study. So I have come up with reasons for my friends and me to study, even the stupid, useless things. (box-and-whisker plots, I’m talking to you)


1. Will this be a Jeopardy question? That is my main question I ask myself if I am wondering where I will use this. As a avid Jeopardy watcher I hope to someday be on the show and win lots of money, so yes, I will need to know those things, no matter how useless they seem.


2. Someday getting to be the boss of all the plebs that annoy me- this is more for my friends, who have to constantly do the work of 3 people because of terrible project groups. I told my friend the other day to not worry, someday he will be their boss and can flaunt his 6 figure salary to them. Needless to say, he felt much better. He told me he was going to record my infinite wisdom and listen to it to motivate him.(not in exactly those words, but pretty close. I am a wise and sage guru).


3. Do I have anything better to do? This one is really kind of a last resort. I normally do, but I have to at least sit in class that day, so that’s good (ish).


    Now my finals are over and I have a whole weekend to myself. No school for 3 days. And I have sold 122 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. (Sorry I'm so random).
On average, there are 178 sesame seeds on each McDonalds BigMac bun.

“I Feel It's My Duty to Tell You It's Time to Adjust to Your Age”

   On the radio the other day I heard an ad for a senior citizen class on how to “use email and copy and paste text into a word document”. Seriously? I know not everyone is good at technology, but copying and pasting into a word document? They need a class for that? I know it may have taken my grandparents a month to figure out how to change the font on an email, but they did. I think everyone now-a-days is player hating on senior citizens and technology. They could use it if we let them, but no, all of the hooligans today just assume that anyone over 50 is baffled by the idea of anything more advanced than a typewriter. This is just one example of how the man is keeping old people down. So I say down with these old person stereotypes!


1. Old people can’t use technology- just because old people didn’t have a computer class in elementary school doesn’t mean they can’t learn now. Most just don’t want to. They kept down by everyone telling them they need the jitterbug for emergencies and should stick to snail mail and telegraphs for communication. No one gives them a chance.


2. Old people are resistant to all change- this is so not true. Aren’t old people so happy when they have a grandchild? Haven’t you met the ‘cool’ old people who keep up with all the latest trends? Sure they are super creepy and make everyone feel awkward, but they aren’t resisting change. Maybe if young person trends weren’t so new-fangled and strange, if they were more accessible to the older crowd they would be less resistant.


3. Old people are always cranky- old people are only cranky most of the time. And that’s not their fault. You will be cranky too when you’re 80 and sore all the time. All that society expects from them is to die. It makes them upset.


   So give those elders in your life some slack. Life is hard when you are always stereotyped and achy. And when you get old, stick it to the man. The general public expects nothing from you. Normal social consequences don’t apply. Go crazy! Be a kid again! Do what you have always wanted to do, like throw popcorn at people in movie theaters! Live it up.


Jeanne Calment, a French woman lived to be 122 years old. She is the oldest person to ever live.