It's 12:57am and I can't sleep. Neither could Nikki earlier, but now she is out. Late night posts makes think of Camila. "Dorka, dorka dursha notty nuggit." That is Dutch for, Camila, I salute you with this post (or portions of it, you may not want to be associated with some of it.) I'm feeling a bit ripe and don't care who I offend- could be the late hour, could be fatigue, could be age, could be I don't have a Dr. Pepper beside my chair- I'll remedy that in a bit. I haven't written things that might upset people since last year's election. Oh well, why waste your breath on beating up Obama. Speaking of, when Nikki and I were in Disney World back in August, we made a special trip to see the new Obama robot in the hall of presidents. Extremely life-like... he says the same thing over and over... every thirty-five minutes.
Also speaking of Camila (and Kelly). You are doing mankind (and me) a huge disservice by not coreographing shows. If someday you go to do classical ballet move and all you can do is clog (or buck dance as many call it), it serves you right. I don't like either of you anymore. The Dutch and college is a pathetic excuse for moving. May you become allergic to the pollen of tulips and may you be forced to write a never ending term paper. Enough said.
I have been meaning to say something about America's Got Talent. Obviously America associates pity with ability. The winner had no talent, but a barrel full of sad tales and tears for his daddy. Then I began to feel guilty for thinking such, because in a way I am just as guilty. So often I cast people in shows becuase I feel for them. I know it is difficult to have an interest in something and there be very little oportunities to express those interests. I often have used actors (and I use that term loosely) solely based on pity. I am no better than those that voted for the chicken farmer. Which leads me to my first real rant...
People in these modern days seem to be stuck and fixated on being mediocre. Not only are the happy to be below average, they celebrate it. I am so sick of people interupting my happiness with their stupidity. Does no one want to accell anymore? "Give me all I can get by doing as little as possible." I think that is going to be printed on the dollar bill when they take off "In God we trust." No one has drive anymore. Prime example: I watch my mom and Catherine sew like maniacs everyday, for many hours. Not because they expect anything in return, but because the have a drive about them that makes them want to rise above the pool of loosers drowning in the sludge of mediocrity. Where has all the dirve gone? I am never satisfied with any show because I know it can always be better. I'm to the point in my life where that drives me crazy. Thank you to my parents for putting that in me (it's a blessing and a curse.) Perhaps that is why Iam typing at 1:21am rather than sleeping. It's not like I don't have rehearsal everynight this week or everynight last week or a show in four days. That feels strange- usually I get the feeling of excitement or dread or worry when we are this close to a show, but I haven't quite gotten the sensation that a show is taking place in 96 hours. Too busy, too many shows at once, or just getting the grove.
It has been five months since I started full time at the theatre. Mostly is has been ups. Five months? It feels like five years. We are about to do our fourth show- more than I used to do al year and I still have three left, including 40 kids under the age of 13 and a choir of over 300 people. The kids will probably behave better. I'm glad I like the people I work with. No one has cried yet with Annie- maybe we filled our yearly qotent with Aida.
I got my teeth cleaned today. I love that fresh polished feeling.
Smoke on the Mountain is going to be interesting. I'm anxious to see how the attendance will workout by being several days that jump around rather than a straight run. It might help by giving people several weeks to see it, but it might also give them an excuse to wiat till another week and then miss it completely without realizing. I think I like the straight run better because it becomes more of an event that builds as the days go along.
I don't like people whose "performance" does not reflect their lifestyle.
The new version of Fame has no plot. But the soundtrack is good. The movie 500 Days of Summer is very good and so is the soundtrack. Flashforward and Glee are my two favorite tv shows right now. Complete opposites, but both very entertaining.
Nikki and I had dinner at home before rehearsal tonight. This was the third time in the last four months. She made me tater tots and macaroni. I needed some good comfort food. I was comforted. Sunday afternoon was a family reunion that we go to every fall. Casseroles beyond belief- comfort food heaven.
Too many people make fun of me becasue I like pizza so much. Does it ihurt you- no. Do I aks you to buy it for me- no. More often than not, I'm the one buying, so the next time someone says something to me about my joy in the Italian pie, I'm going to tell you the truth about what I think of your haircut.
I wish people would update their blogs. I miss reading them so much. I know everone has converted to Facebook and I hate it. Facebook, that is. The only time I go on there is to try to get in touch with someone distant, like from college. In doing so, you have to go through everybody's stupid, trival status updates. Some I appreciate. Exciting events like, "My sister has just had a baby." or "We just landed in Las Vegas." Dear FB users, this may be a shock, but no one cares that you are having pot roast for dinner. It may be exciting to you, but we've all been to a grocery store before. I'm glad I've discoverd that I can pick and choose whose updates will be posted to me. It also cracks me up how some people put these "deep" quotes from mostly deceased, famous people. If you don't know who someone is, don't quote them.
1:48am... still awake. That would be a stupid FB status update. Glad I'm on a blog. It is much classier. I feel so "suave."
Most people are grossed out by Pepto-Bismal. I think it tastes ok. Rubatussin, on the other hand, I would rather the the floor of a dog kennel.
Nikki and I have little lights on a tree outside our house that look like candy corns. I don't really like candy corn, but if I see the min a dish, I will eat them. They just scream fall, as does the smell of apples and dry leaves. My allergies have been terrible this year.
I wish I had some great words to end with tonight... this morning... whenever it is. Instead, I just eat a piece of cake. I tired to get Nikki to go to super Wal-Mart in Clayton a bit earlier. We have no business there, I was just feeling restless. If chic-fil-a were open 24 hours, I know she would have beat me to the car. I love you chic-fil-a. Do you think a kid would get beat up on the playground if you named them chic-fil-a. Naming our first born child Orlando would be too obvious.
In the words of June. "I'm done."