Theatre Gypsy Ramblings.

i'm in italy. 'nuff said.

I'll post pictures and more stuff when I get back. I'm just in a little internet cafe in florence because it is not nearly as exciting as it would seem. Also, we weren't in the earthquake. no worries.

I have bought some awesome stuff (vinyl, merano glass, silk scarves, handpainted journals, pen and ink) and i haven't even gotten to rome yet. more later, im gonna let my friend get on. internet is kinda expensive.

 ...but today was also photo call for the poster.

look at my drag beat after an hour of photos and not being able to wash it off before 3 hours of shopping



hott.

 I'm gonna start even before the last post.

I decided last year not to bother to find a girl to go with. No one would really bat an eye, it was just going to be hassle to find someone who I could actually tolerate. I hate lesbians at my school. So I was going to go with my requisite best guy friend, but he bailed on me for another girl that he's in love with but has no chance in hell. Well, I asked my other best guy friend and he originally wasn't gonna go at all. I bought him Lemonheads in an effort to convince him, but it turns out he will be in New York competing in a Shakespeare competition that weekend anyway.

So I'm going stag, which is chill with me since I'm not really one to bother with boys anyway. So my mom & I decided it was time to get the dress since PJ game is going to steal all of my time soon, and then I'm in Italy for spring break, and then prom comes like a week after that. So we went to this dress shop where we found two that looked really good. One was black with lace straps and little bundles of flower sew on it strategically. I had a slit up to my hip and I was in love! But it was discontinued and just a little too small, so I was fucked.

Then we went to the mall and found the dress below. It looked hot and it was kinda modest so I was good with it. I'm not into shiny shit so I really loved it. Then the zipper broke....

So we went back and they wouldn't fix the dress or give us one with a fixed zipper. All they would do was give us a discount on the dress or give us the full refund. We took the refund and hauled ass down to another mall so we could look for a replacement dress at the same store just a different mall. Well, the store didn't have it so just as I'm about to break down in the middle of the mall, we see a prom store and go in even though I swear to God I've never seen so much taffeta and sequins in one place in my life. We managed to find a dark teal dress with a pleated bodice, empire waist with a little bit of beading, and really simple straps. I loved it. We bought it, and I'm happy. Also, come to find out it's an exclusive to the store so I'll be the only one in it. YAYYY. I'll get you photos later.

also - snow day in march? in north carolina? whaat? YES.

THAT. in Red though, it my prom dress.

Except as soon as I get it home to put on to show my dad we see it has a rip in the zipper that makes it impossible to put on.

FUCK. My mom is gonna go yell at them, thank god.

NO DOUBT. On tour. This summer. *crossies* near ME.

Before Idina. Before Angelina. Before Sarah. Before all of them, there was Gwen. Fuck me, now. I want this concert like no one's business.

AHHHHHHHHHH. She's so hot.

 No even 6 hours ago I had dance rehearsal. And I can't remember half the shit she taught me. fuckfuckfuck.

Logan hopefully will save my butt. He probably will, cause he's great like that.

 So Adam Pascal and Anthony Rapp are on the National Tour of RENT right now.

Yes, I saw them at DPAC.

Yes, they were fabulous.

No, I did not stagedoor. It was cold. And as much as I love them, it was an absolute MOB SCENE.

The show was fabulous though. Absolutely fabulous. It's worth shelling out the bucks if its coming near you. 

Yay. =]

Okay, so I know I am the absolute worst about posting, but let's do this.

SNOWBAMA! Snow day AND Obama. That is real environmental political love in this club.

Also, I would like to blame taimoset for the fact that I am now in love with Repo! and Sarah Brightman. YAY for new obsessions!

Sorry I never post, Junior year sucks balls.

Have to mention that my friend Allison went to NYC to audition for NYU yesterday, saw Shrek...sitting in front of Idina & Taye. Not cool. SO NOT COOL.

So if things keep going my way, I'm going to hear Barack Obama speak on Wednesday.

And not on the fancy television commercials.

I'm so fucking excited!!!

That's me & Charlotte d'Amboise.

Fucking amazing. She happens to love me. =]

Had to brag for a second.

my computer access has become limited due to my mother fucking w/ my internet connection, so i'm gonna be even spottier than i am usually.

My nutty APUSH teacher wasn't here today. I got to read my textbook for 45 minutes. I acctually enjoyed it. It's a fuckin awesome textbook. Go Alan Brinkley!

Rehearsal was fun. Nick, Caila, & I were nerds on the walkie talkies, discussing how I.v will take for fucking ever because its in fucking slow motion for most of the scene. It looks fabulous, but kinda annoying for those of us who have other things to do.

Scarbs gave us costume breakdowns today. It's high fashion and really stellar. I'm excited, even though I'm not in the high fashion stuff; I plan on dressing very chic. =]

Other than all that, my life has been rather repetitive and boring. I start work on Saturday, but its not much. I'm excited to see the kids again though.

Week one of junior year was much too easy.

My classes are good. My theatre class is tiny, so we have plenty of options. The show, Romeo & Juliet, is gonna be amazing. I'm a citizen, but I'm also stage managing all of the places that are Capulet property (the show is site-specific, in that it takes place all over our whole school and we will move the audience to follow the plot). I also get to be in the first big fight. The fight choreographer is my friend David (not a student, just an awesome guy who I do call my friend since his best friend is my sister) & he is the BEST at fights, so I have all the confidence in the world. It's going to be an amazing piece of theatre.

Besides that, I've been chillin'. & Reading a whole shitload cause I have to have so many books read before the show gets into heavy rehearsals so I don't kill myself.

May I also mention something else: I love Mel Torme.

That's all. =]

I'm still using my dad's mac because my computer is an idiot to the tenth degree. So right now, I'm listening to my nerd music that I got hooked on at camp in my living room cause my parents are at a wedding to which I was not invited. I would order pizza if I didn't think it could possibly get me killed by my parents or otherwise. So instead I will be having my favorite food, Eggo frozen waffles - blueberry. Tasty.

I made cookies yesterday and my dad ate at least 3/4 of the batch. I'm highly contemplating making brownies and eating the whole pan instead of my waffles because I never eat brownies when I make them. On the other hand, I just lost a ton of weight courtesy of the Charlotte d'Amboise Ab Workout extreme, so I'm going to do otherwise.

Okay, so school starts in a week as of Monday, and I'm excited and already tired. I've had my schedule changed 3 times - partially cause I traded an unnecessary year of spanish for music theory, which i honestly need a lot more anyway, and partially because two of my teachers quit since schedules came out. Which sucks, but not really cause I avoided having one of the hardest APUSH teachers at the school due to it. On the other hand, I also lost the English teacher I had been waiting to have for 3 years. Also exhausted because Executive Council for Drama Club, which will from now on be fondly referred to as ExeCo for DC, will meet monday, and then again saturday, and there are a lot of emails and planning to keep up with. I don't mind, but its reminding me that I have to come up with ideas for drammys, considering its my job. Whateves. I got at least a semester.

I also need to memorize my monologue for Romeo & Juliet auditions. They're the day school starts or somethin. I'm doing Rosalind for As You Like It Act III Scene ii. And that's all I know. =P

Okay, I'm gonna eat and memorize, cause either would be more productive than blogging.

So I'm up in Ithaca, NY. Anybody around here?

Didn't think so.

So ONE, I'm gonna start sydicating-ish this blog. I might get another one, beef it up and start writing on that too. My main thought is just that I think theatre kids don't have a place to admit to the politics and truthfulness of theatre. The Craft, the Artistry, the whole thing... and that whole bitchy women and gay men thing too. =]

Two, I'm feeling a little more alone all the time. Much as I love my parents and stuff, I've been sitting in hotel rooms for about 5 or 6 days now and it kinda sucks. I miss my friends. I miss "fuck." I mean the word, I missing saying FUCK. I can't say fuck around my parents. Actually that's a lie, I can I choose not to cause the dirty looks I get when I do are punishment enough.

So yeah. Most of the above is totally random, I just felt like writing. Okay. I'm off to create some flippin' awesome theatre bloggery.

 Oh my lord. Thank heavens for people who are as understanding as Charlotte d'Amboise and Terrence Mann.

I woke up late. I don't mean, a couple minutes late or 5 minutes after I had to be somewhere. I was supposed to be in Breese Gym at 9:30. I woke up at 11:55. I burst into tears called my mom and cried for a good ten minutes just saying, "Come get me! They'll never let me continue with camp! Just save me the trouble of getting kicked out and take me!" And she refused and told me to just go to Breese before lunch and tell them I slept through both of my alarms and that I was sorry and if they wanted me to leave, I would.

Well I walked to Breese trying to calm myself down enough to not cry. When I walked in, I looke around for Terry, and just walked up and said, "I have to apologize to you."
"For what?"
"Because I overslept my alarms and I just got up 20 minutes ago and I missed all the morning activities. It was stated clearly at the begining of camp, if that happened, you were fucked." By now I'm in sobs cause I just KNOW I'm fucked and I know I should have just packed and left without apologizing.
"Don't cry. It happens, Molly. Sometimes your body just makes you sleep. You were up with Lela the other evening right?"
It was true. My roommate was passing in and out for a couple hours and having trouble breathing the other evening so I stayed up late to make sure she was alright. She ended up going to the hospital, but I couldn't go with since I was under 18. So I slept on the couch uncomfortably and made sure everything was alright. I told myself that wasn't an excuse though, but I said...
"Yes, I was, but that's not an..."
"Molly, don't worry. You only missed the warm-up and Q&A. It will be fine. Just don't let it happen again."
"Thanks, Terry."
Then Charlotte, who was watching and looking sympathetic most of the time, chimed in.
"It happens, honey. You didn't miss anything. Don't worry about it."

I still feel kind of inadequate around them, but what can you do? They're amazing. And Charlotte is leaving Chorus Line so she can work with the crazies doing the show in Raleigh. Lucky little bitches.

Schedules are apparently out, but not up yet, which sucks. I'll keep checking. =]

You want to know one of  the more lovely things about theatre camp?

Everyone's a dork.

I'm sitting in the library wasting time cause I didn't walk back up the mountain to the dorm to have to leave in a couple minutes to go to dinner and rehersal. So here I be. A couple of friends and I went to Mad Batter, this bakery/coffee shop. One of our counselors, Dan, works there and he created this thing called the Mad Mudslide. It's like iced coffee with coffee icecubes. It's flipin' amazin.

There isn't really anything here except the school. There's Mad Batter, and a little place called Cat's Nip Cafe with ice cream and coffee and GOOD tea. There's a Subway, but I swear, it is the most sketch place around here. Then there's everyone's favorite: Bob's Mini Mart. On the first day of camp, everyone one wondered who Bob was. Was he alive? Dead? A cat? Just the first name that popped into their heads? We met bob a couple days later, and that was cool.

We've singing hard, and acting harder, and dancing hardest of all. I'm so fucking sore its not even funny. Charlotte d'Amboise does one killer ab workout. It's brutal. But she likes me! And I'm not joking she likes me!  Terry made me cry the other day, but it was due to happen eventually, and better him than anyone else here. He's like my father.

May I also mention the cuteness of two other pairs making regular appearances at this camp? Let's start with Kelly Crandall and Christopher d'Amboise. They are the two coolest people ever. They're about to get married, and Chris is apparently going to play the trumpet during some part of the wedding so he's been practicing lots. Kelly is super lithe, and a kick ass dancer. They're a great pair. I can see them making sweet beautiful children together and I wish them the bestest of luck.

The other two cutest people known to man are Shelby and Jojo. I cannot say how much fun those little munchkins are. They love their parents, and they love to watch rehersal. They've had a baby sitter a lot of the time they've been down here and she tries to take them into another room so they won't disrupt us, but it never works. They want to hang out with us and we love to talk and play with them, so it works out fine. I want kids like them some day.

I really have gotten over, not my Idina obsession, but my need to be her/meet her/see her live. I'm working with some amazing artists right now, and honestly, I've begun to realize the world does not begin and end around her. It was long over due. Terry and Joan (his/Patti/Kristin's voice teacher) pointed out to me that I'm more vocally strong and versatile than almost everyone my age, and I have good control too. I'm losing weight, and if I can keep this up I can probably get even further with this than before.

Okay, I think I'm done now. Wish me luck for final show - I'm gonna need it.

 I'm at camp.

Charlotte d'Amboise is hardcore, but awesome.

Christopher d'Amboise is also hardcore, but just as awesome.

I met Joan Lader. JOAN fucking LADER. Kristin Chenoweth/Patti LuPone/Terrence Mann's voice teacher. SHE'S FUCKING AMAZING.

 

I love it I love it I love it.

Be jealous. =P

It's my last day being 15.

And it may be really really insignificant in the long run, but I'm still pissed off that I will  not be seeing Idina the day after I turn 16.

That and I don't get to see [title of show] this summer.

Dear Forces that Be - 

I don't like you either.

Love, Molly.

I'm reading Broadway Nights.

That's a lie I'm listening to Seth Rudetsky read Broadway Nights and praying that by birthday present includes [title of show] tickets.

Which by the way, is awesome.

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