So the sleepover last night? Was. Awesome.
We played Project Runway and, I have to say, the tinfoil dress I wore was fabulous! I helped design it and decided on the details and I worked it on the runway! Tim Gunn would be proud.
We ate so much junk food and played silly games (Apples to Apples, tossing the Truth Ball). We all giggled and laughed and had way too much fun! We even signed pillow cases for each other. Mine's so huge, I'll have to shove three pillows in it!
Then came the films: Mamma Mia, Shaun of the Dead, and (victory!) Ten Inch Hero. Loved it all!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Single Awareness Day!
My plans for Valentine's Day this year:
1. Church-because I feel like it, gorramit!
2. Pick up some treats for later when I will (brace yourselves) attempt to bake).
3. Buy cupcake from Hot Shot's should my baking not be up to snuff (which seems likely)
4. Settle in with Ten Inch Hero and other movie to be determined later (not on the list: My Bloody Valentine. That's in my Halloween Movies list).
5. Go see The Men Who Stare At Goats, 'cause I want to.
Lastly, I plan on sharing the love with my friends, who are way more lasting (and attractive *giggles*) than any partner could be. I love you, my lieblings!
1. Church-because I feel like it, gorramit!
2. Pick up some treats for later when I will (brace yourselves) attempt to bake).
3. Buy cupcake from Hot Shot's should my baking not be up to snuff (which seems likely)
4. Settle in with Ten Inch Hero and other movie to be determined later (not on the list: My Bloody Valentine. That's in my Halloween Movies list).
5. Go see The Men Who Stare At Goats, 'cause I want to.
Lastly, I plan on sharing the love with my friends, who are way more lasting (and attractive *giggles*) than any partner could be. I love you, my lieblings!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
A Super Party Indeed
Last night, I dressed as Catwoman (and yes, there are pictures floating around) and went to a Superheroes Party at Jess and Jimmy’s house.
Oh wow, was it fun! Such great costumes: from James’ homemade Ghostbuster’s outfit to Super Doatsy, Blake’s leather ensemble, Jimmy as Goldmember (oh, dem golden pants), Allyn's late arrival as Mermaid Man and Steph (A) and Andy as She-Ra and He-Man. John came as Captain Hammer, but was disappointing because he couldn’t sing the songs (and had only seen half of Dr Horrible’s Blog *shock*). Jess got me a belt and tail to wear to complete my outfit. My outfit itself was scrabbled together (leather pants, belt-shoulder shirt, cat ears, and a mask I made out of the bottom of my long black pants).
Highlights include:
1. Pin the Tail on the Catwoman (a picture, not me).
2. The Pervert Game-I came in second (which surprised me and then made me sad I didn't come in first)
3. The costumes that were all form-fitting and shiny/bright/drool-worthy. I am friends with some mighty gorgeous people.
4. Eating too much of the Buffalo Chicken Dip of Tastiness
5. Dancing and singing randomly with my friends.
6. The conversations, always the best part of any party. Such hits as Back In Vermont, God I Hope No One Moves On This Question, Insert Dirty Joke About the Penis/Vagina Straws Here, At This Broadway Show I Saw, Waiting For The Lady Gaga Video to Load and Someone Take A Picture of That!
7. The Never-ending Game of Twister (when someone got out, someone else filled in) which I maintained Jess won, though Jimmy was last standing (or balancing). Many pictures were taken and I'm glad I participated earlier (with Stephanie A and Andy) before the cameras came out)
And here I thought I wouldn't find too many friends in St. Augustine. Laugh's on me.
Oh wow, was it fun! Such great costumes: from James’ homemade Ghostbuster’s outfit to Super Doatsy, Blake’s leather ensemble, Jimmy as Goldmember (oh, dem golden pants), Allyn's late arrival as Mermaid Man and Steph (A) and Andy as She-Ra and He-Man. John came as Captain Hammer, but was disappointing because he couldn’t sing the songs (and had only seen half of Dr Horrible’s Blog *shock*). Jess got me a belt and tail to wear to complete my outfit. My outfit itself was scrabbled together (leather pants, belt-shoulder shirt, cat ears, and a mask I made out of the bottom of my long black pants).
Highlights include:
1. Pin the Tail on the Catwoman (a picture, not me).
2. The Pervert Game-I came in second (which surprised me and then made me sad I didn't come in first)
3. The costumes that were all form-fitting and shiny/bright/drool-worthy. I am friends with some mighty gorgeous people.
4. Eating too much of the Buffalo Chicken Dip of Tastiness
5. Dancing and singing randomly with my friends.
6. The conversations, always the best part of any party. Such hits as Back In Vermont, God I Hope No One Moves On This Question, Insert Dirty Joke About the Penis/Vagina Straws Here, At This Broadway Show I Saw, Waiting For The Lady Gaga Video to Load and Someone Take A Picture of That!
7. The Never-ending Game of Twister (when someone got out, someone else filled in) which I maintained Jess won, though Jimmy was last standing (or balancing). Many pictures were taken and I'm glad I participated earlier (with Stephanie A and Andy) before the cameras came out)
And here I thought I wouldn't find too many friends in St. Augustine. Laugh's on me.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Of Empty Vessels and Their Potential
In my Philosophy of Religion class, we discussed that an empty vessel is more useful in its emptiness (i.e. a full vessel has fulfilled its purpose and it's just sat there). The empty vessel is still waiting to be filled.
I know this sounds very academic (to me, at least), but I'm about to tear any misconceptions of my philosophical prowess down.
I'm currently equating this to acting, my beloved profession. When I was in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, it was a hit. We added three extra shows and gave our all at every performance. But when I was doing that, I felt like a filled vessel, I couldn't have handled another full play because I'm fairly certain my head would have exploded with it (that's not true, but it was how I felt at the time). I stage managed my friend's one-act to get a fix.
Now I've got a part in one of the senior conservatory shows at Flagler, and a callback for a Directing Class show that I have to leave for in about five minutes or so. I'm also preparing to audition for Barefoot in the Park at Limelight and debating whether reading the play ahead of time would be a help or hindrance. If Thespis decides to smile on me (or fuck with me, however you're looking at it) and I get all three parts, I will still not be a filled vessel. Sure my mind will probably start malfunctioning and Jupiter will appear in my senior seminar philosophy paper, but I'll revise that bridge should I come to it.
Maybe it's a offshoot of the fact I'm buckling down to get a degree in Philosophy (yeah...I don't believe it either), but I've been thinking a lot about my love of acting lately. Sure, I can roll my eyes at the orange wig I wore or hate the corset and red prom dress for their difficulties in getting on without help (Caitlin, Stephanie T and Ronnie are still my heroes for the assistance), but however tired I was emotionally or physically, by the time I was onstage I could have cared less. Whenever I'm on a stage or rehearsing or doing anything related to acting, I get such a rush of joy to be working in this medium that everything else seems silly or inconsequential. I hope that passion stays with me my whole life and in every bit of work I do.
I know this sounds very academic (to me, at least), but I'm about to tear any misconceptions of my philosophical prowess down.
I'm currently equating this to acting, my beloved profession. When I was in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, it was a hit. We added three extra shows and gave our all at every performance. But when I was doing that, I felt like a filled vessel, I couldn't have handled another full play because I'm fairly certain my head would have exploded with it (that's not true, but it was how I felt at the time). I stage managed my friend's one-act to get a fix.
Now I've got a part in one of the senior conservatory shows at Flagler, and a callback for a Directing Class show that I have to leave for in about five minutes or so. I'm also preparing to audition for Barefoot in the Park at Limelight and debating whether reading the play ahead of time would be a help or hindrance. If Thespis decides to smile on me (or fuck with me, however you're looking at it) and I get all three parts, I will still not be a filled vessel. Sure my mind will probably start malfunctioning and Jupiter will appear in my senior seminar philosophy paper, but I'll revise that bridge should I come to it.
Maybe it's a offshoot of the fact I'm buckling down to get a degree in Philosophy (yeah...I don't believe it either), but I've been thinking a lot about my love of acting lately. Sure, I can roll my eyes at the orange wig I wore or hate the corset and red prom dress for their difficulties in getting on without help (Caitlin, Stephanie T and Ronnie are still my heroes for the assistance), but however tired I was emotionally or physically, by the time I was onstage I could have cared less. Whenever I'm on a stage or rehearsing or doing anything related to acting, I get such a rush of joy to be working in this medium that everything else seems silly or inconsequential. I hope that passion stays with me my whole life and in every bit of work I do.
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