Pass the Parcel!

The History Boys is nominated for a GLAAD (Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) award for Best Limited Release Film!

Congratulations to cast, crew, and my darlings! Great job, boys. Yippee, Sam! Woohoo, Frances! Way to go, Andy!

OR

"Felicitations to you all! Well done, Scripps! Bravo Dakin! Congratulations Crowther! And Rudge too! Remarkable! All, all deserve prizes!" To quote Mr. Hector.

Roses are Blue...They Can be Red

Does anyone else despise those stupid, little chalky hearts that everyone seems to be trying to shift two seconds after midnight on February 15? They come in little squares boxes with a clear section in the front so you can shake it and see if the message you know will win over your beloved is in that box. “This candy heart says ‘My Girl’. If I give it to her, she’ll then become my girl. Brilliant, I tell you, brilliant!”
I hate those things. Worse than that, however, is when people (say, a certain jerk in eighth grade) write mean things on them and throw them at your head. Does that happen to anyone else?
And have you seen how you can now personalize what the little hearts say? You can put your significant other’s name on it, your anniversary date, even a special heartfelt message. Just make sure said heartfelt message is short enough to fit on a heart the size of your thumb. UR A QT. Yes, because shortening words to letters is a beautiful example of how well you can provide for your girlfriend with the money you’ll be making flipping burgers. Well done, jerk off.
And girls can be crazy about those things. If you don’t carefully check every single heart for the perfect message for your relationship and just hand her one as an after-thought, she will then proceed to develop seventeen different meanings to the heart that says “Wuv you”. (Yes, Wuv with an earth W). Just be thankful none of them say “Will U Marry me?” …Yet.

Chase=Microwave Pizza!

So, everyone with a pulse should know who Greg House is...and worship him. House was amazing tonight, I love this show. Also, next week "secret about House", come one we all know House is in love with Wilson. Who else does he obey? Who else can control him? CUddy tries, but it is Wilson who holds the key.

"I like tea." "I much prefer r."

The title was a bit between my mom and myself at the tes room this afternoon. It costs $25 a person, yet they gave us only tea and nibblets. Hell, for $25, I expect a couple of strippers and a floor show!

So, this blog is not at all a way to procrastinate from my homework, no, not at all. Would I lie? Well, would I lie to you, my lieblings?

...and the Mome Raiths Outgrabe

In my Improv class, we're learning the poem "Jabberwocky" by Lewis "I make up words for ym own amusement" Carroll. We were told to act out different parts.

Savannah and I got the "mome raiths" and were told to interpret them as we saw them. So, I started crawling around on the floor (can you believe I get college credit for this?) and acting like a small, woodland creature. Squeaking, forraging, the works.

Suddenly, I feel a huge pain in my knee. I have torn a huge hole in my jeans (right above my lovely patches in the colors of the bisexuality flag: blue, purple, pink) and scraped the hell out of my knee. It hurts and I'm still limping, but it was the most fun I've ever had injuring myself! Woohoo!

Kicking ass in four inch heels

I finally did it. I wrote a "fuck you and farewell" note to Nick Lair, the cold-hearted bastard, on his Myspace. I can barely believe I have one. I feel like a sell-out to Bohemia.

But as I said before, no negativity. So, bring me some champagne and pop in a Christian Bale movie, I am feeling free for the first time since I was five.

And It feels damn good.

Stand the World on its Ear

Last night, I got a standing ovation.

Okay, so technically the entire show and all its cast got the ovation, but I was in five numbers so at least 20% of that was for me. We gave a (pardon my English) fucking awesome show! That night was why I'm an actress. Not because I like pretending to be other people or because the standing ovation made me all giggly. Because we put on a helluva great show and I felt great up there, sweating under the spotlight and trying to feed the words to people who were just mumbling.

Anyway, after the show we went to Beef O'Brady's as per usual. And for the first time, I felt a part of the group. My real moment of glory came with this exchange:

Craig: *looking at my phone* Who's Todd? Is it The Todd? (a sex shop) Beth, do you give demostrations at the Todd?
Beth: You should know, you were front row center at the last one.

Last night was definitely one of the best nights of my life.

So far.

Mucho love and happiness,
Beth

Wilkommen

Space. The Final Frontier. Well, not the final frontier because if it was final, there'd be no where else to frontier to... I digress (this will happen a lot)

Howdy all. My name is Beth, I'm 18, I'm an actress/singer/writer/photographer/activist/journalist/typist/vessel for the people who live in my head. I'm bisexual, but no I don't want to join you and your girlfriend in bed (unless you're both really hot, in which case send me a picture). I have three goals in life: to be in a Broadway/West End show, to make contact with my King of Geekery: Wil Wheaton, and meet the entire cast of Newsies and The History Boys

Fear not this blog, for it will not be the typical teenage blog. There will be no emo poetry, no long posts about my lack of a boyfriend/girlfriend, and no sob stories. This is where I will chronicle my triumphs, my embarassing moments, my daily insanities, and such like. And I vow one last thing to you, my readers:

I will use proper grammar. No LOL or j/k or anything of that ilk.

What do you say we get this started, my lieblings?

Mucho love and happiness,
Beth