Accidentally Hilarious.

Prepare yourselves for uncensored, uninhibited word vomit. I feel like an idiot. I feel second best, most of the time. I don't think I can handle being turned down, or passed up, or what have you, one more time. There is always someone better than me. I've been doing pretty well up until right now, and for some reason, this feeling of dread and sadness just poured down over me and I can't keep my head above water. I'm sure this feeling will pass in the morning. But when it hits, it hits. And it stings. It's not a fun feeling. I feel like I've been putting it off, keeping it under control, putting it on the back burner. But it's still there. And when I feel like I might be free of it, something else happens that pushes me back under. Some of you know what I'm referring to, most of you don't. And it's better that way. I don't need to explain myself. I don't want to give someone the ego boost of knowing that they had an imp...

So, here I am again, with an internet connection, and really, no real updates for you, blogizoids. I'm just doing laundry at my parents' house and watching Castle. This weekend wasn't too eventful. Friday consisted of a 6 hour workday, most of which was spent on the fairway mower. Afterwards, my mom came over and helped me (and when I say helped me I mean she did all of it) put up a lot of picture frames and photos on my walls. Then Kyle and I went to Goodwill to look for rain boots for me, and we wound up buying more than we planned to. That night, rehearsal for "Angels in America" was held at Laura and John's farm. We all sat at a table out on the porch, beverage (adult or not) in hand, and just recited our lines from beginning of the show to the end. It was rather fun. Midway through the run, John left to a destination unbeknownst to us, and about 20 minutes later he returned with a stack of pizzas in his arms, and when we were done with the line throu...

Okay, people. Enough is enough. I was reading a very cool article about a Preble High School (my alma mater) graduate who is in the Tony winning Best Play "War Horse," which is pretty freakin' sweet. Kinda gives me hope that I, too, may someday be on The Broadway. But anyway, I guess Steven Speilberg is adapting the play for the big screen, which sounds good in writing, but then I read this: Spielberg is going to use REAL horses. The play "War Horse" uses incredibly and beautifully intricate horse puppets that look like the real deal, but the awesome and amazing part is that they're NOT the real deal. That's "War Horse"'s appeal. Remarkable. Another musical-turned-movie I'm hearing a lot about recently is "Rock of Ages." I've seen some production photos of Julianne Hough (meh), Russell Brand (acceptable), Alec Baldwin (ew..really?), and apparently Tom Cruise is joining the fun (VOMIT). What is going on?? I would ...

Hello, friends. I apologize for my lack of blogging. I will explain, as you so deserve a reason for this absence of hilarity in your life. Well really, there isn't much to explain. I moved into an apartment that has no internet as of right now. The apartment has a pool in the backyard, which isn't so much MY backyard as it is a courtyard for the entire complex of apartments and all the tenants who live in them. I've also been bombarded by a ginormous amount of business. I work every morning/afternoon, and after that I have rehearsals every night for "Angels in America". Plus, on some days, I have other rehearsals for a new musical between work and rehearsals for "Angels". But it is all very crazy and fun. I really don't have too much to say aside from that...that's very depressing. I'm sorry. I'm pretty exhausted from the move and from working and rehearsing at night. It might also have something to do with the fact that...

I'm trying to write a song. I'd like to write many songs. And someday I'd like to put them all together and make a little CD out of them. But I get distracted and then I end up watching the season finales of American Idol and Modern Family and the first episode of America's Next Top Model and then I wind up with a blank Word document and another notch on the slacker bedpost. That wasn't even a cliche. That was poor usage of a cliche. I'm definitely not using that in a song. Or maybe I should. "You're just another notch on the bedpost of life Because you're slacking off. That means you're lazy. And you're probably pretty ugly too. But that's just a rude assumption. I take it back. Yeah you're just a notch on the bedpost of life." There. Done. #1 record, here I come. I think if I were to actually write an entire album, it would turn out a lot like something Kimya Dawson would write. If you don't know who ...

So, here she be, ladies and gents. My 100th blog post. Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something more like... MY 100TH BLOG POST!!!!!!!!!! ...that? You know, I kept debating whether to make this an occasion, a big deal, a huge, awesome blog about something really super cool, but in the spirit of tradition, I'm just gonna let my mind wander and see what comes of it, and perhaps we'll meet a few surprises on the way (and no, they're not cute men. Wah). Remember last year when I was doing all that spring cleaning, and finding loads of memories and deciding whether to throw them away or not? Well, I cleaned out my car this week, I mean, cleaned it. Even the trunk *GASP*. And I found these notebooks. I didn't really recognize them for what their subject matter may have been in their time of my using them, so I curiously flipped through the crinkled pages (they've been sitting in there for just about 2 years now) and was very pleasantly surprised with wh...

I am almost to my 100th blog. It is earlier than I thought it was. It was not as late as I thought it was going to be. As I was watching "Brothers and Sisters" on ABC with my parents, a Special News Report interrupted what would have been a very dramatical scene toward the end of the episode between Ally McBeal and BeanPole McGee. "Must be something important if it's interrupting the show," my dad said, not really expecting much. But what they announced was actually quite shocking. Perhaps you heard? Osama bin Laden was killed. Someone tried to make the connection that Hitler also died on May 1, but according to what I gathered from the news, OBL was not killed today. He was killed sometime this week and it was just announced today? Could be wrong. My initial thoughts were, "Oh, wow!" It was like the day they captured an older, much hairier version of Saddam Hussein. So he's dead. So thousands of lives have been avenged for ...