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FML, haiku style.

Woke up on Friday
Throat sore from post-nasal drip
A cold has arrived

Slept on my left side
Now my ear is congested
Can’t get it to clear

Such perfect weather
Roommates outdoors enjoying
I’m sick and in bed.

Puffs Plus everywhere
Daily emergen-cee dose
More Tylenol Cold

Snot and phlegm are thick
Apologies if that’s gross
You don’t even know.

Nasal douche time now
Only one thing left to say
Here goes: FML

I hate being sick. I don’t have the time or energy for it during the school year, and it’s just mean to make me spend my much-deserved weekends sick in bed, especially in this perfect weather!

Edited: February 15th, 2010

Theatre, the Tony Awards… and studentia.

First off, while I think Next to Normal deserved more Tony Awards than it received, I’m infinitely pleased by Alice Ripley’s win as that mattered most to me. Nothing more exciting than seeing a performer who’s worked her buns off finally get recognized for it.

It didn’t really dawn on me how long it had been since she’d actually been on Broadway since I’ve been lucky enough to see her do so many other things in the meantime. The Baker’s Wife at Papermill (amazing) and after I’d moved out to the west coast, she did Little Fish out here which I absolutely loved. Not to mention Ripley concerts at the Red Lion in NY and, out in soCal, I think we saw her at The Mint? Can’t remember. But I feel incredibly lucky to have seen Alice perform on both coasts over the past several years. Her temporary move to California coincided with mine and I’m very grateful to her for thinking of me. ;) (I kid, I kid! Though it does help abate a girl’s homesickness when performers she associates with New York suddenly appear on the west coast!)

I made the mistake of swinging by a rather well-known Broadway message board after the Tonys to see what people had to say.

Lots of slamming of Alice’s speech… this confused and baffled me. I’d thought it was a great speech, particularly given the amount of show she’s done at the Kennedy Center (Next to Normal among them). And knowing the ridiculous (and completely unacceptable) amount of sound problems that were evident throughout the show, I did, actually, attribute her loudly spoken words to that. Heck, if we could hear stuff not working on TV and hear sound people yelling into mics before running onstage with them (ahem), I assume stuff wasn’t working at the show either. Turns out, I was correct as someone who’s friends with Ripley on Facebook reported on said message board. Well, duh.

Nevertheless, people were excessively nasty and downright cruel. About a speech! About the volume at which a speech-giver gave the speech and implying that she’s insane because of it?! Good lord, people!

What I love most about theatre is the ability to directly portray what it means to be human. For example, Next to Normal is largely about dealing with grief. How one copes, or doesn’t. And what each of the characters in Next to Normal go through is so incredibly human and real. I love that. I love that I can connect with each of the characters and feel what it’s like to experience their lives as they do.

So it’s such an odd thing, to me, to see an actress win an award for a part in a show that requires an open mind and heart… and, afterward, read about people slamming those same doors shut just to be unnecessarily mean.

I should mention these are the same message boards that caused Laura Benanti some major frustrations years ago when she was missing performances in Into the Woods due to a broken neck. Ah, but I guess that’s humanity, too. People are always more willing to judge and develop their own  opinions rather than ponder that there is, perhaps, a reasoning beyond the limits of their own minds for various occurences.

Onto life as a student…

I’m greatly enjoying my necessary summer break. It’s nice to go straight home after work and not have to worry about homework, reading, or studying. Though I’m already getting antsy for next semester. Funny how that works.

I have mostly been focusing on what classes to take. I was inititally intending to mostly take theatre classes since I desperately need to be reminded what I’m doing here (missing NYC quite a lot lately).

I have recently discovered that theatre classes are mostly day classes. While this is all well and good for young students whose parents can afford to support them so they don’t have to work during the day, this is extremely unhelpful to those of us who are older, have rent and bills to pay, and need a job to do that.

I’m not sure what to do just yet. Friday is my “Saturday” and I’d like to be able to actually have a weekend, though by the looks of things, I may be squeezing several classes into one Friday. This sucks for many reasons, one being that once-a-week classes are exponentially more difficult than twice-a-week classes. For me, anyway.

Even if I could change my work schedule to allow me to take day classes during the week, if I got cast in a show (which would be really, really nice), I’d need evenings to do that.

I really bothers me that the system is designed to encourage adults not to go back to school. Everyone I know always tries to say “it’s never too late!” but what they don’t tell get is that colleges don’t really agree with that. Rules are in place to tame flighty teenagers, curriculum is designed around their just-out-of-high-school mindset, and schedules cater to their lifestyles rather than the lifestyle of the responsible adult.

It makes me sad. I’m second-guessing the whole school thing even though it’s what I moved back to California for and one of the most important parts of my life right now. Arrrgh!

Edited: June 13th, 2009

Supporting the gays

Today, the California Supreme Court made a decision that, well, seemingly made no sense. I was actually expecting the hateful Proposition 8 to be overturned, to be honest. A small inkling of hope amid my typically cynical perspective… alas, I should have maintained my cynicism.

And so, I stalked Twitter, checking out the trends for #prop8 and #rejectprop8 which ranged from irate to inspiring. And the, of course, the random person who seems to feel that allowing all couples to marry somehow affects those who already can…

I had already heard, thanks to the local newspaper, the Press Telegram, that Long Beach would either be having a celebration march or a protest so after the decision was posted, I emailed the girls (my roommates – who consist of one of my best friends and my sister) and asked if they wanted to head down after work. Of course they did!

The March

The March

At 7pm, we walked down to Broadway and started heading toward the street where it was set to start, figuring we’d just watch. You can’t really just watch, though.

We stood and cheered them along, shedding a tear or ten every so often. Families. Kids with straight parents, kids with gay parents. Couples. Single people. All different sizes, colors, ages, and genders (is it any wonder the gay community is represented by a rainbow flag?). There were churches there too, notably, St. Luke’s Episcopal and Refiner’s Fire United Church of Christ (the latter of whom passed out some blue wristbands!). My roommate also recognized a few people from her Catholic church, St. Matthew’s.

The Flags

The Flags

We joined in at the tail, happy to add to the already impressive mass of people walking and support all those ahead of us in their cause. It’s always important to me to stay back a bit so as not to interfere with a pride that doesn’t belong to me. This was their moment to be angry and proud. Their moment to inspire each other to keep moving forward and continue fighting… and to let that pride and inspiration, in turn, inspire me.

My favorite sign of the night: “You haven’t won, you’ve inspired a movement that will overturn your hate.”

You Call This Threatening?

You Call This Threatening? Really?

Our experiences are necessarily different. I have the right to marry. I can read about Stonewall, I can read about Harvey Milk. But I can never fully understand what it’s like. And that’s okay. What I do understand is enough to make me feel hurt and angry for them so I certainly don’t mind stepping back a bit and letting them be proud of who they are, despite what the California state government wants them to feel.

I was proud to be at the Long Beach protest/rally/march today. I am proud to be a straight, single female supporting gay rights. And I will be proud when our nation as a whole gets rid of this Orwellian idea that we are all equal, but some are “more equal than others”.

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Edited: May 26th, 2009

I don’t have time for this post!

I’m sitting here in my living room on my “Saturday” (which is Friday since my work week is Sunday through Thursday). I’m being a good student and focusing on three of my four classes.

Working 40 hours a week and taking 12 units of classes sounded so much easier before school actually started. I now understand the raised eyebrows of current students.

It isn’t easy being just shy of 30 and trying to balance all of this. The college system works in such a way to make things extremely difficult for us non-traditional students and I’m not sure why that is. Especially non-traditional students like myself who are even more non-traditional than the rest. Getting a degree in theatre isn’t something most people my age would do.

My schedule keeps me feeling perpetually guilty. There is always something I need to be doing, and something I am feeling guilty for not doing. If I’m not at work or in class, I usually feel terribly guilty for not focusing on something related to one of them. Or if I take time for myself, I not only feel guilty for not working on something for school, I I feel guilty for not keeping in touch with long distance friends or family I haven’t seen in forever. Or I have guilt about an upcoming freelance project I need to be preparing for. Or the personal projects I always wish I had time to focus on (like this blog).

I don’t feel like I have the weight of *THE* world on my shoulders, but I do feel like I have the weight of my own little world constantly on my shoulders. At least if I were worried about the world at large, I’d have a little peace in that there’s nothing I can do about it, but with my own world weighing me down, I always feel bad for not doing more than I am.

*sigh*

Today, I’m trying to get as much done as possible today so I can spend tomorrow outdoors, enjoying the estimated high of 80F without too much guilt.

Edited: February 27th, 2009