Yesterday, I had a crazy night...that involved meeting Chef Emeril Lagasse! A brief explanation: when I was a young child (meaning six to, say, thirteen or so), Emeril was my HERO. I watched his show all the time, I looked him up online, and I received his first children's cookbook as a Christmas gift. Last night, I got that book signed by the man ( Read more... )

So, I typed in "AHA!" in the subject area, and this subject popped up. It is apt, and so I am using it again.

So, Into the Woods is over, and I have my life back. What to do with it? Well, tomorrow I'm hanging lights for the art show on Friday. And I hope to attend that art show. I'm cramming for the AP US History test that is NEXT FRIDAY FTW, and ( Read more... )

*iz ded*

Okay, so NPF Cycle Two is over. I liked it better, somehow, than cycle one, but holy grail, it was awful at the end. Disaster and high emotions on my end. And a light board that was creeping me out. But it's OVER. Until Monday. When I have to audition for Cycle Three. BOO.

Now, I am ill. I cannot go to rehearsal today, because I am ill. And ( Read more... )

I can't believe I'm going to school tomorrow. The weekend just soared past me.

New Play Festival doesn't suck so far, but I wish I was director -- or better yet, playwright -- so I could talk about changing the scripts. It's not the one I'm working on that bothers me most, but there are things I'd like to push for. I might anyway, but it isn't my ( Read more... )

I don't unsual refer to days as strange, unless I mean it. It feel very long. Not exhausting long, just long like I can't believe things happened just this morning long. I am now sitting with a cup of tea, in deep reflection. Obviously, I'm not going to expose my entire day in vivid detail, because no one needs that, and I don't need to give it. ( Read more... )

I wrote OVER a thousand words today, and I'm proud! I didn't further the plot any, but I went in and added a bunch of stuff, fixed typos and awkwardness, and reconsidered several choices. I'm pleased. Single spaced, it is only fifteen and a half pages, but it's a good fifteen and a half pages that I poured myself into. Joshua and I talked about ( Read more... )

There is snow. And there is New Play Festival, which is about to get its own tag, and maybe someday, it will get its own icon too. There is also no pizza, which I want right now. There is no letter from my Intermediate Unit about Gov School yet. There is still pain in my foot. There is an audition tomorrow, for Lehigh Valley Idol. There is work to ( Read more... )