Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Cold bagel winter to Blackberry Summer

Summer has begun! In the past four days I've traveled hundreds of miles, cuddled piglets and baby goats, been bitten by a rambunctious mule foal, meditated on a crooked tree, finished two books and written about 20 journal pages. Also today I had a good bit of work as we finished up the series we've been working on, which kind of sucks. I'll miss that project. It was really fun to work on.

And so, after coming back from our annual family Memorial Day hill country trip, a new blackberry summer has officially started. Every summer I'm in Texas is called a blackberry summer because we have three or four blackberry bushes growing in a line in our yard, and during the last part of May I go out every day and eat a huge snack straight from the plant. Their fruit is plentiful, and now I can't ever eat blackberries from a store because I've been spoiled by the most organic berries you could ever get, growing wild from our yard with no human intervention.

Also, today at work on break the sound engineer and director made me take a quiz that determined if you were a pirate, ninja, knight, or cowboy. I was a pirate. (Although cowboy came in at a close second.) Yarr.

Friday, May 22, 2009

So, there's this old friend named Allison

We went to high school together, both in theater.

She is dressed up like a lion dancing with light sabers.

She has the greatest sense of humor ever.

She had a goal to make it to reality TV... and it was achieved. Watch the awesomeness.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Hello all. It's a sneezy sort of day. There are a lot of things I can't talk about but that I really want to. Whether it's contractual obligations or personal dignity holding me to secrecy, they cannot be revealed.

But what if there's this big thing going on in LA that I want to go see that I'm not contractually obligated to go to but it would fulfill many personal joys? On the other hand, I think I would be sad that I wasn't performing IN said thing, but perhaps I would be "discovered" and be, per se, the first "American" to "join" said "thing." Which would then obligate me to "leave" "America" and "join" said thing, making me "big" in "____". I shall say no more.

Also, I've totally been eating cookies at every meal. This is not good.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

How NOT to be Woken Up

1. Early in the morning, about 7, before my brother leaves for school. I am peacefully sleeping until I hear...


Sometimes it really is just too early for YouTube.

2. I sleep for one more hour or so when I suddenly hear something like a faint tinkling sound, like running water on plastic. There is a thunderstorm outside, so this can only mean one thing. Sure enough, I look over past my bed and there is Sean, the biggest pussy in the world, OUTRIGHT PEEING IN MY SUITCASE WHICH IS STILL FILLED WITH CLOTHES.

Now, he does this during storms, and no one knows why. What the hell posesses this dog to run into all of our closets and piss on our clothes? Or, since my closet door was closed, find another pile of clothes to soak with his doggy pee?

"You are a retard, Sean." I yelled. "And I really do not know why the hell you have to piss on any fabric you find when it so much as rains outside. YOU ARE ALMOST TEN YEARS OLD. YOU ARE NOT A PUPPY. DO YOU HEAR ME?? Why the hell do you do this??!"

(I would never hit a dog. But verbal punishment as if they are coherent adult humans works just as well)

He just cowered on the floor, whimpering and sticking his tongue out, fearing for the end of the world as more thunder boomed. I washed the clothes and drove to work.

My dog is a retard. My suitcase is piss-stained. And the Leeroy Jenkins WoW raid is not that funny. That was my exciting morning. The end.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


1. I'm back in Texas
2. I'm not allowed to write about the work I'm doing cuz it's a *secret* (so, if you know, please promptly forget, especially if you're an anime geek)
3. I'm actually kind of excited that I'm being censored :)
5. This is going to be a very weird summer.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Anatomy of a 19th Birthday: the Epic Tale

~Part One: My Lameocity~

This is a funny story, really. I had planned on making a blog post for May 1st called "Anatomy of a 19th Birthday" and have it be about all the mundane things I did that day. It turned out something completely different and in the end it was completely ming-bogglingly awesome. I'm actually left feeling completely grateful for all those who love me because they all went through so much effort. But I'm revealing too much. On with the story.

So my original plan was to make a rather sarcastic blog about all the mundane things I did on Friday, May 1st. This is how it would have begun.

I awoke and wanted to wear this as my outfit to school that day, because, as you know, one should want to look pretty on their birthday,
but it was raining and I had to go to an all-day dance rehearsal, so I ended up having to wear this instead

Before rehearsal I sat stretching, not really sad about not having a party or anything, just thinking about what I might plan for the weekend. I asked Brandon what he was doing that night and he just said "I'm going out... sorry." Everyone seemed to be busy. (In retrospect, I really don't catch on to these things, do I? Maybe I haven't watched enough television) Then he said quite calmly, "Cheer up. Your day will get better. Just have hope. You don't know what will come." I took this as him being cheesy to cheer me up and shrugged it off.

And to top off the sardonic entry I was planning, I was going to post a picture of my "birthday cake", on account of I figured I should have some, so after rehearsal ended I grabbed a nasty brownie from the cafeteria
my birthday cake... or so I thought.

So I'm sitting here in the caf, TOTALLY oblivious to the fact that people had dragged me to the caf and probably wouldn't let me leave if I had tried... I said to Emma "I'm probably going to go home and write a paper," and she said "You can't write a paper!!! ...It's your birthday..." So I sat there watching Jeopardy in the caf for a while when my probably my favorite person on all of NYC showed up in our caf, smuggled in past security by two friends from my class, and showed up right in front of me telling me to get pretty cuz we were going out. I could see that my mundane blog entry now would never be. Oh what would the rest of the night hold, I wondered?

~Part 2: The Kidnapping~

So Jennifer kidnapped me.

It was pretty epic. I'm sure I looked like this when I saw her in my cafeteria

Which quickly became this

as I figured out that she wasn't letting my actual date of birth go un-celebrated.

A lot of the excitement was the meshing of my two worlds: my friends within school and my friends who live uptown and already have jobs and are (sometimes) [technically] grown-ups. Okay, not really. But it was cool, y'know? That she came to see my school and all. It was really refreshing.

So I thought to myself, this is SO FREAKING NICE OF JEN. She's gonna take me out to get, like, margaritas or something with Trish and Steph, you know, her girlfriends. Because I absolutely LOVE their company and I love outings like that. And, you know, margaritas. So we went to my dorm (which was horribly messy) where Jen had never seen... well I wasn't planning on having guests, which is why my room was messy... anyway I changed clothes into my cute modcloth dress and earrings and borrowed my roomie's yellow handbag.

SO OFF WE WENT! And where was the first place we were to go?

...Well, apparently my getting out of rehearsal super early messed up plans, per se, or so I was sort of figuring at the time (reservations at a bar with the girls someplace uptown? Ok, later, yeah.) So happened to come upon....

....A DAY SPA!! Where we recieved chair massages. YAAAAAY
Actually, I was really, really, really, really stressed and tense from the previous week... which my *fabulous* masseuse mentioned once or twice... so it was definitely one of the best birthday presents EVER. Thank you, Jen, by the way. I owe you packing assistance.

So after what was probably one of the best massages I've ever had in my life, we took a stroll down to the seaport
my beautiful seaport...

And went on a little shopping trip at the Seaport mall. First we went to Bath & Bodyworks, then to Express, where I bought this fantastic oversized cardigan thing

which I'm totally in love with
*peace sign*

And onward with the night! So, we went to this bar & Mexican place called Red down by the seaport. Jen won't tell me anything other than "everything that happens tonight is only because we love you..." (which should have worried me, I guess.... heh heh)

Here is my theory at this point: she won't tell me who we're meeting but I know Trish will be there, so I figure it is just us girls and maybe some of their husbands and we're going to get good and tipsy and do some karaoke.

So we have ourselves some enhiladas and guacamole, and I sip this delicious strawberry margarita



We spent a pretty good amount of time at this bar. I figure Trish or who the hell knows at this point is gonna walk through the door and then we'll take some train uptown and do who knows what and it'll be about five people and that's that. Karaoke with girls. Right?

But then Jen says, after lots of texting with some unknown third party, that we're gonna go on another walk so I drag myself off the stool and follow her through the rain up some stairs... weird... to the third level of the seaport mall... into a pizza Uno.... where I turn left and waiting at this GIGANTIC TABLE WAS

(Obviously this is not what it looks like when you surprise someone at a surprise party. This was taken later)


Well the tequila made me freak out a little, and I couldn't actually even piece together what exactly was happening until a couple minutes into it after blowing out the candles on my... oh wait... did I mention?

STRAWBERRY CUPCAKES!!!Get it? Just like my blog! GENIUS! ...and delicious.
Food for pun...

So of course I scarf some cupcakes and eat my way back into complete sobriety, whereupon I can form coherent thoughts in my head again and process the fact that almost everyone in my class came after rehearsal and that was really, really awesome of them. And it turned out really freaking fun too. There were cupcake eating contests, although I regretted the fact that this meant they couldn't enjoy the whole flavor of the cupcakes. I mean, Trish and Jen went through a lot of effort for those beautiful little cakes. Look at the sprinkles and green letters and everything. And it was a Martha Stewart recipe too, and they were some fiiiiiiiiiiine ass cupcakes.

All in all, it was a really really splendid night. I have never had a surprise party in my entire life. This was my first. And even though my mom sort of has no concept of what collegiate freshmen find cool or funny and the fact that it is completely different from what middle aged art directors find cool and funny, it was really really nice of her to get the pizza and everything. So thank you to everybody involved.

Jen ended up getting me... oh geez, in the end, the chair massage AND the strawberry margaritas. And the cupcakes. I owe you... 3458790 hours of community service in the form of helping you pack or whatever and dog-sitting, yeah? Although the dog sitting wouldn't really be work...

Also thank you to Harlan who wrangled some thirty-odd freshmen and, I would assume, helped order all the food and put together the tables and stuff. Oh, and lit the candles on my cupcakes. Thanks Harlan! (As a consolation prize you got some gay lovers who will jump at the first opportunity you decide to switch teams...)

Well, blogging about all this has finally justified it for myself, in some weird twisted way of mine. I'm totally honored and everyone did a good job of hiding it... I guess it's cuz they're all actors, right? Well, to all of you involved
Thank you
Merci Beaucoup
Domo Arigatou Gozaimasu!
Xie xie!
Eat some yummy cupcakes and have an awesome day. I demand it!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Happy Hocky Kate

This is a blog. Do you have a blog? I have a blog.

I have a lot to write about.

Do you have a lot to write about? I have a lot to write about.

I feel loved. Do you feel loved? I feel loved.

I got cupcakes and a surprise party on my birthday. Did you get cupcakes and a surprise party on your birthday? NO, because that was MINE and it was AWESOME. Bwahahaha.

A very big and important blog is coming.