This is a post for lil B, so she doesn't have a nervous breakdown.
What is new in my life...hmm...
Well, Big Love is done, which means I have more time to do things like eat and breathe. I got an ACTF nomination, which is pretty sick. Now I have to find a partner, two scenes and a monologue. A lot of work that I have not even started on yet, but I'm still pretty stoked about the nom. Here's some pics of the show...
This is me singing "You Don't Own Me" with the girl who played Lydia. This dress was so pretty. Each of the three sisters had a designer that made a dress for them, and my designer was a genius. One day she'll be famous...
Here's Ty talking to a wet, half naked girl (he was Giulianno, the girl is Lydia). That'll never happen again.
This is mostly for you, B. There's me as Olympia, the girl next to me is Lydia and the one in front of us is Thyona.
Death. After all the husbands were killed, the wives pulled red scarves out of them and threw them into the air. Think...Chicago, Cell Block Tango.
So, that's the gist of our show. It was fun, but I'm glad it's over and all my bruises can heal.
On the love front, Paul and I are still together. I'm really into him. I've never had a boyfriend that wanted to include me in his life so much. Well, I have, but they annoyed the shit out of me. Paul does it in a more...fun way. For example, money is very tight in his family. For the past ten years, his mother has been collecting Swarovski crystal snowflakes (they come out with a new design every year). We were over at his house, helping to decorate for Christmas when she told us she wasn't going to be able to buy the snowflake this year. Paul had been teasing her about how she has too many, and she said, "Well, this year money is a little extra tight so I'm not going to get my snowflake. We really just can't spare the money." (the ornament is $70. She can't spare $70 on herself).
Well, when we got back to school, Paul turned to me and said, "I'm going to sell prints and get my mom that ornament." I told him that was really nice and he said, "Well, she's always been there for me" (he may have a tiny felony on his record, and his mom helped him through that). He told me he wanted to me to come over when he gave her the ornament, and I told him no, because that was a Paul-and-his-mom moment, a family moment. He just swatted my butt and said, "Stupid. You are family. You're coming."
I know, right?
Auditions for the next show, "Once Upon This Island" are tonight. My audition is at 6:36, and I have a sore throat. I was hacking up a lung this morning in Paul's room, and I dramatically died on his floor from consumption. He just told me I was a horrible actress and made me go to my piano class. My throat soothing tea and mug are in Paul's room, and he's off getting high, so I'll have to suffer a little longer.
I'll be home for vacation probably on the 20th. Hopefully people will be around, cause Castleton is in bum-fuck nowhere, and I need some Burlington in my life.
So there, B. Proof I'm not dead. I wanna see pics of your Big Love. I'm trying to find some on the Johnson website, but no luck!