Hail to the Chief of Poodles

How did you guys like my new TITLE? (I finally figured out how to do it!) Isn't that so wonderfully random? Anyway... Last night, we blocked Act One of Murder on Center Stage. First of all, Sandra Becker, who, unfortunately, was type-cast,(her character is an insane woman who wants to be an actress) came in with her dog--a standard size poodle! Now, I, a person who loves dogs, was happy at first and got really excited. Then, my common sense drive took over, and I was thinking, and having trouble not screaming, "What the crap!" Who brings a dog into rehearsal??? She has been involved with the theatre for a really long time. She should know better. I don't know what kind of crack she was smokin', but man! Another thing you should know about her--she's really short. She's not like a little person, or anything, but she's very petite. So this freakin' poodle like came up to her waist, and he was a puppy! Think about what it will look like once he's full grown! Then, the poodle started eating Sarah's foot, so she was kind of pushing it away, and Sandra's like, "If you leave him alone, he won't disturb you." I cocked my rifle then. The dog chewed on my feet for a while, too, but Sandra didn't get onto him. Geez. Then, we had another inconvenience--the director's little sister. She backtalked her the whole time, and when she would try and tell her where to move, she'd be like, "I was reading my lines! I couldn't do that!" Then, we kids were off "talking" she whispers to me, "She doesn't do too much directing, does she?" I cocked my rifle a second time. We still have two parts that have not yet been filled, and Melanie was gone, so Chandra assigned certain people (including herself) to fill in the blanks, but Tiffany had to read EVERYTHING! It was very frustrating. If it were Chandra, I would have backhanded her. But, then again, I don't think Sarah would ever talk back to me like that if for some reason I was directing a play and vice-versa. One good thing about the rehearsal, I get to fall on my knees and collapse at the end of act one while yelling, "I can't stand this anymore!" At one of these performances, I'm just gonna screw around and be like, "Kahnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" That would be great. Today was the Rock-a-Thon. Unfortunately, due to the Concert Choir being annoying, we only got to rock for four hours, and I was gone for 1 1/2 - 2. I left at twelve for the Leo's Meeting. We voted in officers. Guess who's the new president? I have a good group, too. Jordan's my vice, Madison's my secretary, and Chris is my treasurer. So, this should be fun. Well, I guess that's all for now. Sorry that this was so poorly written and stuff.

Quote and Picture of the Day:

Derek Zoolander: Do you understand that the world does not revolve around you and your do whatever it takes, ruin as many people's lives, so long as you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied along the way, just so long so you can make a name for yourself as an investigatory journalist, no matter how many friends you lose or people you leave dead and bloodied and dying along the way?

--Thought I would post some pictures of my insanely crazily insane friends (like that sentence???).







Well, let's see. Tonight, I bring you a tale of my events concerning the dates of Friday, September 9, 2005, and Saturday, September 10, 2005. Yesterday was the first homegame for the high school. Coincidentally, it was also the night of auditions for Murder on Center Stage, TCP's latest production. Friday at school was alright. It wasn't really too eventful besides Madison leaving early and having Mom pick her up since her mom was at Camp Gruber and her dad was Wisonsin bound. I tried to show a little school spirit, even though we were being held back from the pep assembly. Well, some of us. Grrrrr...but, that's a whole other story. Anyway, I was slightly "tiger"ed out. I wore my "hand-me-down" Select Choir shirt (which is black and orange) and my TJHS necklace. I've hardly worn it the entire time I've been in Junior High and realized that I might as well get some use out of it before I'm at the high school full time next year.
Sarah and I went to the auditions together. We were there around 6:55, and the auditions were at 7:00 (the game at 7:30). OUR "DIRECTOR" WAS AT LEAST TWENTY MINUTES LATE!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe it! I know she's a first-time director and all, and she is still in high school, so I should give her a break. But, I couldn't believe it! It's one thing to be five or ten minutes late, maybe. But TWENTY????? That's just crazy. It was cold readings and she had about three pieces picked out for us to read. Four of us showed up which included her sister and Mike Phillips, the resident anti-memorizer of lines at TCP. So, after the ten minutes it took to do the stuff she picked out (which we only read a skimpy amount of anyway seeing as how she didn't want us to know the end), she then asked, "Does anybody want to read for a specific part?" Her sister had to read for just about every single one while Sarah and I kinda just sat there. After asking where the character descriptions were, we read more about them and I kinda formed an idea in my mind of wanting to play Alice (oddly enough, I played Alice --Lewis Carroll's Alice--five years ago, and so did Chandra (we shared the part) in a TCP production!). When I told her, she picked out a part that had about one Alice line in it. It was funny.
We got to the game about ten minutes before the half. I had been worried we would miss the halftime show. After all, I did only go for the band. And the hot linebacker that Sarah and I were trying to track down. We sat with the DuValls. May I just take this time to say that they are the nicest people ever? Mr. Allen (ha ha) is organizing a band trip through Europe over the summer and has already said I could go, of course, if I wanted. Melody, meanwhile, has been digging up all of the information about it that she could find. So, when we sat down, she let me know. Mitchell was his usual funny self, and we had a good time. I saw Melanie, too, and got to talk to her, so that was good. Anyway, the half time show.... Claremore went first. Their theme was The Incredibles. They were all right, but their actual sets weren't that impressive. Our band went next. They were AWESOME! Their show was called "Power." They did a chant before they started. That part was kinda funny. But the rest of it was cool. Thomas Schneider, however, was unimpressed. He wanted our side to do The Incredibles. I sighed thinking, Only a music geek would get as excited about band, which I am not a member of, like I do, I suppose. But, it doesn't really matter. I don't care if I'm a geek or not. I think I'm cool. ;-) Anyway, I could see Anderson most of the time with his mellophone, and Chris was on that big stand thing conducting. Our 'guard was better than Claremore's also. Their's just sat there most of the time. The only bad one was Joy, really. She wasn't even that bad, though. She was just a little bit off some of the time.
After the half, we moved up closer to the band. The DuValls picked a spot right in front of where the Drum Major (Chris) sits. After the band got back from their break, I spent a good amount of time yelling at Anderson and encouraging him, and the other mellophones, but especially him, to spaz out. I'm sure Chris appreciated four members of his band being crackheads. At one point, he pointed out the gloves he was wearing. Not only were these white gloves completely filthy, ("I just got them today, and look at them!!!") they were about half the size of his actual hand, so that was entertaining. Thomas talked to me and Sarah for a while. I saw Joe for a split second and silently communicated with Jordan off and on (he was pre-occupied with his girlfriend!). Sarah and I left about two minutes before the game ended, (they lost anyway) only to see THE RADER directing traffic! It was the best thing EVER! She looked like she knew exactly what she was supposed to do, though I highly, highly, doubt she actually did.
Today, I woke up around ten and called Chris about signing the card for Renee's birthday present (we went in on it together so it would be cheaper). He asked me if I needed a ride, and I said no. We decided we would meet at her party at 3:00 and sign it before we went in. Then, we both wondered how late it would be. So, I called her and she was like, "People can leave whenever they want." And I asked her, "So, do you know how late anyone is staying?" and she says, "Micah's gonna stay until he has to go to work." I was like, "And when is that?" Get this: she goes, "Eleven." EIGHT HOURS AT RENEE'S??????? No way, Jose. I can tell you that freakin' much. I called Chris back and let him know what Renee had said and we both decided that 10:00 was our absolute latest time for being there. He ended up asking me if I wanted a ride again and I was like, "Well, I guess I'll go ahead and get one since you keep asking me. You want to pick me up around ..." I looked up to see Mom tapping her watch. It was 2:45 and I still wasn't dressed yet. I was like, "Um, give me ten minutes." So, I came back down a little bit later, fully dressed this time. A few minutes after that, he pulled up. Before we got out of the car, I had him sign the card, although, in the struggle to actually get it out, I tore part of the envelope, so we had a good little laugh about that. We went in and basically sat there for four hours, occasionally getting up for food. She had puppies, so I was perfectly content. One was really chubby and blind and so cute and lazy. I just played with him the whole time. He was like a boy version of Sugar. It was genius. Simon ended up showing up a little bit later, then Micah. Micah, I thought, was going to die. He said he hadn't slept in 48 hours. He basically was lifeless the entire time I was there and actually took a nap for a while. I felt bad for him. Renee, after I asked her to, opened our present. I think she liked it. I don't know if she realized how nice it is. I don't care about her knowing that we spent a cumulative $45 on it, but I just want her to realize that we want her to have something nice, if that makes any sense. When opening the card, she couldn't get it out of the envelope either, and Chris and I started cracking up again, much to her dismay. We had hamburgers for dinner with toast as our buns. They didn't have any ketchup so I just ate mine plain. And I had some potatoes and carrots. It was really good. We gorged out on cupcakes for a little bit, and everyone laughed at me when I dropped mine in the kitchen. We went back into the living room and Chris and Simon played Halo. It was fun to watch. I was still playing with the chubby, blind puppy, though. It just was sleeping. Then, Renee decided it would be fun to play Twister. So we did that for a while. Chris realized he had to leave, (he was going to go eat with Joe) and at that same time Renee decided to do her candles, so I told him we needed to watch her do that first. We woke up Micah and he ambled into the kitchen. She blew out her sixteen candles after we sang to her and everyone dug in--again. Then, Chris and I left, and ended up giving Simon a ride home, too. Mom, Sarah, and I ended up deciding to go see The Transporter 2 (my third time). I called Chris and let him know. Mom and I were going to meet Sarah there, then decided we wanted to see the preview for Serenity, (September 30th--SWEET!) which was on 40 Year Old Virgin--go figure--and left ten minutes early. I saw Anderson and Logan with Anderson's girlfriend and Mr. Meigs's stepdaughter, so that was fun. Mom and I went into #6. I waited with anticipation at seeing it again. O, Joss Whedon, how I love thee and thy's genius!! Enough geeking out for now. Of course, they started it like, ten mintues late, and it was the third preview, so by the time we got back out into the lobby, they had already gone into the theatre. But, we did end up having perfect timing and seeing Sarah. So, we all went back, and since they only saved like, two seats, both extremely far apart, (I wanted to sit with Mom and Sarah, too. I ain't no traita' after all.) we ended up sitting in the row in front of them, messing with Joe some before the movie started. It was still good. And that's about all I have for today. All in all, a good 48 hours. Until next time, I'm Ron Burgundy. You stay classy, world.

Quote and Picture of the Day! :

Peter: Lois, come see what I did with the money your dad gave me.
Lois: Oh my God. You turned the den into Pee-Wee's Playhouse?
Peter: [singing] Come on, get up / Knock off your napping / It's a crazy, messed up place where anything can happen / There's a chair that freakin' talks. Hey look! / There's some fish that give advice. Holy crap / It's screwey at Peter's Playhouse. Ha ha ha. Watch this, Lois. [imitates Pee-Wee] Hi, Jambi.
Brian: [as Jambi the Genie] Mekka-lekka-hi, mekka-hinie - God, I hate you so much.

Hallo, folks.

Well, I am sick, also. I don't really have anything wrong with my throat. It's all in my chest. I spent thirty minutes coughing before I went to sleep last night. I missed school yesterday and went for half a day today. I think I had a fever for a while. I got really dizzy in fifth hour (Mrs. Crawford--English) and when I asked Mrs. Crawford what I needed to make up she was like, "Too bad. You should already know." So, I was panicking, trying to read the last ten pages of the story that I "should have already read" so that I could answer questions about the ending I didn't know anything about. Thankfully, after taking up some of these questions, she gave us another fifteen minutes since we "clearly didn't know how to write it." After lunch, I asked her again about my homework, this time saying I was sick. She then went, "Well, why didn't you say so? Speak up next time!"

The real point of this entry is One-Act. This Tuesday, Mr. Peters held auditions for the one-act play this year for competition. I prepared two contrasting monologues (as instructed):

As You Like It
He was to imagine me his love; his mistress, and I set him every day to woo me. At which time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every passion something and for no passion anything as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this color; would now like him, now loathe him; then entartain him, then forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor from his mad humor of love, to a living humor of madness, which was to forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a nook, merely monastic. And thus, I cured him, and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall not be a spot of love in it.

Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair, and when I got out of bed this morning, I tripped on my skateboard, and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I think I'll move to Australia. After school, Mom took us all to the dentist and I was the only one who got a cavity. Come back next week and I'll fix it, said Dr. Fields. Next week, I siad, I'm moving to Australia. There were lima beans for dinner, and I hate limas. There was kissing on TV and I hate kissing. When I went to bed, my brother took back the piillow he said I could keep, and the Micky Mouse night light burned out, and I bit my tongue. It was a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. Mom says some days are like that. Even in Australia.

I went before Jyssica, my irresponsible and rude roommate from London (the other one was awesome). I did pretty good on the monologues themselves. I only messed up on my name. It came out, "Molly Tu-tu-turner." I thought I did well, considering I was the ONLY FRESHMAN THERE. I knew the next day would be callbacks. Mr. Peters said, "Just because I didn't call you back doesn't mean you didn't get a part." I was too sick to go to school that day. I wondered all day whether or not my name had been on the call back list. I figured that Jyssica would probably get the lead; that would be just my luck. Finally, I decided to call Renee. I found out I wasn't on the call back list. I wasn't too surprised. I figured, well, I'll probably just be an extra and he doesn't need to see me again." Then, after school today, I was in the Drama Room waiting to be picked up, and, as my eyes glazed over the room, I spotted a cast list on the call board. It was just like some movie. I walked closer to it, tingling with anticipation, then scanned the names on the list to see...that my name was not on there. I was disappointed, but again, not too surprised. I am a freshman, after all, and must Pay My Dues. But, I am going to try out for the TCP play coming up, and I have a feeling that I will be in that one. Well, I am going to go eat something since all I've had to eat today was a bag of animal crackers and a cold piece of sausage (EW!) pizza.