I'm waiting to get my midterm back and my Spanish test back and I have my Math test on Monday. YIKES! That's TOMORROW!!! *clears throat* Yes I always plan out my time very well. HA.
I've broken down and joined Facebook. *hangs head in shame*
In the life of Jess... not much new is happening. I got my script—I'm going to have a lot of fun playing Dolly. She is easily confused. Whee!
I'm going to Washington DC over Christmas Break. That should be fun! Me and Jeff are going cheaply: bus there and back, ride the busses there, out-of-the-way Days Inn...
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
AOL
I saw Arsenic and Old Lace (AOL) at Playhouse Square yesterday. It was really quite funny. My only complaints were that A) the accents were neither uniform nor consistent, B)... hmm, I really did like it. No B. Two people I knew in the cast! Weird feeling. Like, I'm more in the theater than just watching it. Gave me hope.
Long day ahead of me, lots of schoolwork. I have a 400-page tomb full of Latin (literally) to tackle for my term paper. Ai yae yae.
118.5 this morning. I fit into a nice sheath dress yesterday to go to the play. I'm getting happy with my weight.
Long day ahead of me, lots of schoolwork. I have a 400-page tomb full of Latin (literally) to tackle for my term paper. Ai yae yae.
118.5 this morning. I fit into a nice sheath dress yesterday to go to the play. I'm getting happy with my weight.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Dolly
WOOT! I've been cast as Dolly in Ravenscroft at Clague Playhouse. It looks like it's going to be so much fun! We start rehearsal at the end of November. http://www.clagueplayhouse.org/ we open January 11th.
In other news: I was 119.5 this morning. Still better, in general, than I've been in the past, but I saw that cute little number 117.5 and I'd like to give it a visit again. I fit into one of my size four jeans, which also makes me happy. :-)
Went to Save Darfur benefit concert at Church on the Rise yesterday. It seemed pretty slap-dash, and turnout was pretty poor, but I admire the heart of the girl who put it all together. Go her! I've got my little bracelet thing now.
I'm going to work and then to see Arsenic and Old Lace at Playhouse Square. Looking forwards to both. Just need to keep up with homework, though! Haha.
In other news: I was 119.5 this morning. Still better, in general, than I've been in the past, but I saw that cute little number 117.5 and I'd like to give it a visit again. I fit into one of my size four jeans, which also makes me happy. :-)
Went to Save Darfur benefit concert at Church on the Rise yesterday. It seemed pretty slap-dash, and turnout was pretty poor, but I admire the heart of the girl who put it all together. Go her! I've got my little bracelet thing now.
I'm going to work and then to see Arsenic and Old Lace at Playhouse Square. Looking forwards to both. Just need to keep up with homework, though! Haha.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
More blog!
No, I completely ignored my schedule. Surprise surprise.
What an adventure! Well, fun, I mean.
I planned out what I need to do when for my major projects (Statistical study, history presentation, and term paper), made a chart, really was quite useless today. Now I just want to get my laundry done and watch the ballgame. And Reaper.
At 2pm I headed out to Tri-C East for my acting lesson with BZ. He's an awesome teacher. But anyway, I realized I didn't have enough cash on hand. He doesn't take credit :-P. So I think, “Hey, I'll go shopping and then do that 'cash back' thing” since I had no idea where the nearest bank or ATM was. So I buy a cute little ring and they tell me they don't do that “cash back” thing. Now upset, I drive to Tri-C since I'm running outta time. I do NOT want to be late. I decide to get the ring out of the packaging first with my pocket knife. Yes, you can see it coming. Slice. Blood. Me staring at my hand as it drips blood onto my mom's car. Me opening the door so it can dribble onto the parking lot. It was a really small cut, between my index finger and my palm, on that line. But I think there was a vein there, cause I mean it BLED. I clenched my fist and got some paper towels from the back seat, now fisting my hand around that, I tried to quickly get to my appointment. Without people staring at my bloody hands. One of BZ's other students, who I met briefly before, said hello and asked how I was doing. “Bleeding,” I smile back. She sees my hands and the drying blood. “I think she needs first aid!” She calls out. BZ provides first aid. Run hand under cold water, pressure, ointment, bandaid. I'm starting to feel weird, like I did when my blood was drawn. I sit down. Feeling slightly better. “Can you walk?” He asks. I'm determined, so I manage the 100ft hallway to the couch in the studio theater. I barely make it. About three feet away from it I couldn't really see anything. I was sweating, too. I'd hate to think it was the sight of blood. I just don't know how much I lost. I made it, as soon as I was lying down I started to feel better. Anyway, we talked about my battle plan for my theater education and eventually I headed home. First I had to call Tri-C police because in my hurry to get to my lesson with my bleeding hand, I locked my keys in my car. So two police cars came by, and the one officer let me stay in his car while they broke in. It was raining. Yeah, I had been standing in the rain with a locked car and a bandaged hand. I hoped they wouldn't question the blood spots on the upholstery and the steering wheel and the door and the small rusty-colored circle on the ground. Cause you're not allowed to have weapons on campus, and a pocket knife is definitely a weapon. The interior of the police car was pretty cool. I was in the backseat. “I'll let you out.” The officer joked after he offered the shelter. Let me tell you one thing: Don't get arrested if you're tall. I'm 5' 2” and leg room was NIL.
That's my advice of the day. Oh, that, and eat bananas with canned peaches. Mmm.
Or carrots with Caesar salad dressing as a dip. Yum.
What an adventure! Well, fun, I mean.
I planned out what I need to do when for my major projects (Statistical study, history presentation, and term paper), made a chart, really was quite useless today. Now I just want to get my laundry done and watch the ballgame. And Reaper.
At 2pm I headed out to Tri-C East for my acting lesson with BZ. He's an awesome teacher. But anyway, I realized I didn't have enough cash on hand. He doesn't take credit :-P. So I think, “Hey, I'll go shopping and then do that 'cash back' thing” since I had no idea where the nearest bank or ATM was. So I buy a cute little ring and they tell me they don't do that “cash back” thing. Now upset, I drive to Tri-C since I'm running outta time. I do NOT want to be late. I decide to get the ring out of the packaging first with my pocket knife. Yes, you can see it coming. Slice. Blood. Me staring at my hand as it drips blood onto my mom's car. Me opening the door so it can dribble onto the parking lot. It was a really small cut, between my index finger and my palm, on that line. But I think there was a vein there, cause I mean it BLED. I clenched my fist and got some paper towels from the back seat, now fisting my hand around that, I tried to quickly get to my appointment. Without people staring at my bloody hands. One of BZ's other students, who I met briefly before, said hello and asked how I was doing. “Bleeding,” I smile back. She sees my hands and the drying blood. “I think she needs first aid!” She calls out. BZ provides first aid. Run hand under cold water, pressure, ointment, bandaid. I'm starting to feel weird, like I did when my blood was drawn. I sit down. Feeling slightly better. “Can you walk?” He asks. I'm determined, so I manage the 100ft hallway to the couch in the studio theater. I barely make it. About three feet away from it I couldn't really see anything. I was sweating, too. I'd hate to think it was the sight of blood. I just don't know how much I lost. I made it, as soon as I was lying down I started to feel better. Anyway, we talked about my battle plan for my theater education and eventually I headed home. First I had to call Tri-C police because in my hurry to get to my lesson with my bleeding hand, I locked my keys in my car. So two police cars came by, and the one officer let me stay in his car while they broke in. It was raining. Yeah, I had been standing in the rain with a locked car and a bandaged hand. I hoped they wouldn't question the blood spots on the upholstery and the steering wheel and the door and the small rusty-colored circle on the ground. Cause you're not allowed to have weapons on campus, and a pocket knife is definitely a weapon. The interior of the police car was pretty cool. I was in the backseat. “I'll let you out.” The officer joked after he offered the shelter. Let me tell you one thing: Don't get arrested if you're tall. I'm 5' 2” and leg room was NIL.
That's my advice of the day. Oh, that, and eat bananas with canned peaches. Mmm.
Or carrots with Caesar salad dressing as a dip. Yum.
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