Life is good now. Life is inexplicably good (because I'm sitting next to the incredibly sexy Heather Lilek...but going on)
I was cast in Light Opera of Oklahoma's summer season doing four shows in rotation over two months. I'm incredibly excited about that. Check out the website for more info on the season: (www.lightoperaok.org).
I'm also participating in OCU's STRIPPED New Musicals Project for the second year in a row. I'll be playing the role of Eliot in an exciting new work called Discovering Magenta (www.myspace.com/discoveringmagenta). We perform April 15th at 8pm. If you can come, do. If you are Andy "my only reader" Fontaine and you are reading this, you're already coming because you're in it.
In other news, my knee has miraculously stopped all that obnoxious crackling and clicking. It happened Sunday. I don't know why or how, so I'm not going to push my luck. I'm just thanking whatever force granted this miracle because it has made my life grand.
It's funny how once that cleared up, I started worrying about everything else again. I almost settled into the mindset of someone who is dying and has no space to worry about petty drama. Now my leg is healed and bring on the drama. I'm trying to set myself apart from it, but I can't help it sometimes.
Oh...life.
March 28, 2007
March 1, 2007
Life is random and unfair - Life is pandemonium.
William Finn is always right. Don't argue with the man.
I have trouble keeping up this blog, mainly because I don't feel like delving into my emotions. It's not that I don't trust you (and that would be my one reader, Andy). I actually trust Andy a lot and I share my emotions with him freely, but I do it in person and not in a public blog.
That said, I injured my knee a little over two weeks ago. I've had x-rays and MRIs and the doctor's aren't quite sure what it is. I'm going in tomorrow morning to get it seen again. I suppose I could just live with it, but life without dance is hardly worth it. Right now I'd be happy for my knee to stop clicking on stairs. That would be a joyous occasion.
My mom is here. She's been here since Saturday, off and on. I love having her here. My friends love her too. We threw a kickass Oscar party Sunday night (you should have been there, my sole reader!). My mom also has this convenient obsession with cleaning. My apartment sparkles after she leaves. Sparkles. It's amazing.
I have two auditions this weekend for summer jobs. I really want a summer job that takes place on a stage and not in a kitchen. Merde to me! (Can you merde yourself? Is it still good luck? ...Whatever.)
Adios, muchacho(s).
-Your favorite cocktail
I have trouble keeping up this blog, mainly because I don't feel like delving into my emotions. It's not that I don't trust you (and that would be my one reader, Andy). I actually trust Andy a lot and I share my emotions with him freely, but I do it in person and not in a public blog.
That said, I injured my knee a little over two weeks ago. I've had x-rays and MRIs and the doctor's aren't quite sure what it is. I'm going in tomorrow morning to get it seen again. I suppose I could just live with it, but life without dance is hardly worth it. Right now I'd be happy for my knee to stop clicking on stairs. That would be a joyous occasion.
My mom is here. She's been here since Saturday, off and on. I love having her here. My friends love her too. We threw a kickass Oscar party Sunday night (you should have been there, my sole reader!). My mom also has this convenient obsession with cleaning. My apartment sparkles after she leaves. Sparkles. It's amazing.
I have two auditions this weekend for summer jobs. I really want a summer job that takes place on a stage and not in a kitchen. Merde to me! (Can you merde yourself? Is it still good luck? ...Whatever.)
Adios, muchacho(s).
-Your favorite cocktail
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