Dream, Dream, Dre-eam

one day you're slingin' cash, feelin' so rejected, lightening crash, you get resurrected

Top Six Dream Roles Regardless of my Sex and Actual Musical Talent:

6. Nina- In the Heights
5. Nessa - Wicked
4. Gertrude McFuzz - Seussical the Musical
3. Baker's Wife - Into the Woods
2. Coalhouse Walker Jr. - Ragtime
1. Seymour Krelborn- Little Shop of Horrors

Sigh. One down.

don't it go to show you never know

Two Tragedies, Only One Happy Ending

1. Valentine's Day morning when I got back to my house after having the LZ Babe slumber party I found this from Kay:



I ate one last week for lunch the day I got sick, needless to say, I neglected its sister until today I realized it was mushy and bad. I took it out with the trash to the dumpster and looked forward to throwing it on the pavement near the parking lot. Seeing fruit explode is mighty appealing to me. I was giddy imagining the green and brown chunks fly up from the ground. And then I dropped it. Right into the dumpster on accident. Eff.

2. In my state of panic I dropped my whole trash can in the dumpster. I leapt and fished with my arms for it, but I was just a little too short. Angry and persistent, I did not notice another guy from my house watching as he walked to his car. I remembered The Sitch and his friend playing ping-pong in the rec room. I busted in and asked their help. The Sitch came outside, made fun of me, and grabbed it easily with his lanky arms.

So, final count: no avocados to smash, but one trash can. I guess that's alright.

Angels in America

Just finished reading Angels in America today. It's been on a my To-Read list since HS. I knew I'd like it--didn't know I would LOVE it.

In the work Kusher paints a pretty (arguably) distasteful image of the the Mormon lifestyle. I studied the church of LDS pretty closely my freshmen year in a two part course called "Religion in American Politics." We even went to historic Navoo. Now, for how absolutely kooky I found the way the religion was founded (a dude stumbling upon some golden pages of the Bible that soon after "disappeared"), I've never met a Mormon I didn't like. They're genuinely sweet people.

Yet, Kusher, on the other hand, totally rips on the inner-mind of a Mormon as Harper battles with addiction and Joe with his homosexuality. They are nasty, fear and hate-filled characters. And angels, miracles, divine intervention, vanishing holy texts...all real in Kusher's world.

I like that--Kusher takes what most of society sees as pleasant about the religion and makes it a living hell. The part others have difficulty accepting he promotes as lovely and true. There are no rules I guess.

In Power for the Hour

Today I found out Something Corporate is playing in Chicago May 15th.YES, THE SoCo that broke up years ago. I was literally stunned with excitement. If you know me, you know my biggest vice is Andrew McMahon. Sure, I pig out on desserts, have sprawls of laziness, and have terribly embarrassing taste sometimes (see High School Musical soundtracks on my iPod)...but, by far, I am nearly a slave for my interest/love of Jack's Mannequin and SoCo.

I have no shame. Everyone has their interests which include one or two hyper-interests that may ignite more sensitive emotion than others. I don't have to explain it because I trust you have one (or a few).

Anyway, dizzy with excitement (already planning where I was going to stay, who might go with me, what I might scream them to play)...I checked the calendar. Two things happening May 15th here at school: tech day for the spring play and Spring Formal. Immediately, I knew I was missing the concert.

1. Theatre here has been, for lack of a better word, a god-send. I am definitely going to be in the show next quarter, and I would not hinder my chances at casting by having a conflict on tech day. Done.
2. However silly this sounds, I am looking forward to Spring Formal to cap my college social life. Bam.

So, no Andrew. This blows me away. It might sound pathetic that this choice rings with greater self-control than I thought I had...but it does. SO. In honor--two pictures. Spring Formal (my first) and tech day last spring.

&

Chicago, George, Photo by Mia

Do you love yourself enough to be more happy than right?

Well. Guess Who I've Got in My Trunk?

Nac ruins LZ Babes shot, LZ Babes ruin me by shoving food in my face
Like a well I remember from one of Thomas Jefferson's estates in Colonial Williamsburg, there is sometimes a depth unimaginable. I was in second grade when we went on that trip. I was excited to see Felicity's (the Revolutionary War American Girl) property. While there, one of my prized souvenirs was a small cloth dolly. As our tour reached that dark well, bottomless, a took a chance and hung my new toy over the edge. My dad made an impromptu theme song "The Daring Young Dolly!"

I imagine that well, losing my grip, needing the longest chain for a bucket to lower down and fetch her.

Xtian, a great future director

I feel that well in myself today. The gratitude I have for improv comedy is bottomless. I have no other way to describe it. This year especially...the pre-show love, the endless support, the black out punch of Bill Cosby in Bradley's trunk, selling handsaws, jersey voices, the PERFECTION. Yes, I will say it. Yes, it was. Yes, it is.

I'm on the edge. I'm on the edge. I disconnect my heart my head.

For Health and Strength and Daily Bread

Nac, LZ Practice 2009

Up so early, battling this headache. Last night was worse. I did not appreciate sickness coming to me in my last opening night of Lazy Zipper Improv. But, there is always something to be grateful for--the feeling of healing for one. At intermission Nac sat outside on the wet cement blocks behind the theatre with his arm around me. "Please just let me get through one more hour," I thought. And, I meant it with strength. And those hopes and pleas do not happen every day. Outside in February as Blink-182 blared as pre-second act music.

The entire cast supported me, loved me, were aware of my wounds even when they wanted to be fiercely focused on the next thing and the next and the jokes and the next. I had expected a full recovery by morning, and I still expect one by tonight, but for now I can know there is gratitude here and now even with my head pounding and my stomach turning.

Soft

Small--the list of things I wanted to do in London my first time there, August 2006. We arrived and battled the time change with an immediate tour. Big Ben--the first item to be crossed off. Vince and I smiled our best under the drowsiness. Later, I tried to convince him to Tate with me. but he could only sleep. At night, passed out, I dreamt a man was in my room touching my body. I woke up to a puddle of chocolate. A Cadbary bar Vince had slipped under my pillow.

Today I reached the top of a roller-coaster and sighed soundlessly. I looked into eyes and read the last 200 pages of Beloved. My mind raced with baby ghosts and I rehearsed the best I could with Huntie even though my body was bubbling and tying itself into heavy ropes.

And you will take the heavy stuff, and you will drive the car, and I will look out the window and make jokes about the way things are.

Connectivity

parts of a whole: Japan 2008
Muff told me this great metaphor:

We all accept our bodies are connected. Begin to accept the oneness of our world as though it were our body. It is, after all, our world. So, when we think about other people, think about them like you do your feet. Your brain might be far from your feet, but if you see them on the road about to be run over, you don't laugh. Those are part of you! You send he signal for them to move!

With the people we encounter (or people we don't encounter) we should try our best to love them as we would our appendages. Healthy feet are part of a healthy whole. Healthy humans--even eccentric or different from us--are part of our healthy whole.

Bragging Rights

If not on your own blog, where else?
Guess who got a 97 on her American Lit mid-term?

I got a rose and small chocolate cake from Kay delivered to my door this afternoon.
Here is a picture of us from last night's talk:



Really, I'm just wasting time. I can't seem to be productive because I can only focus on my breakfast for dinner day with Phyl coming up in fifty short minutes.

I Ain't Bluffin'

another time I pigged out with Kay: 19th birthday

Today's English Muffin Count: 3

1. Eggs Benedict Thursdays. I ate two benedicts, so that means one whole muffin. I ate one of the egg delights with my bare hands because Grinz remarked that if we were in India we wouldn't have utensils. So, we set to work munching and gooing all over ourselves. When Lando One joined us we announced hand-eating was the rule. He took a fatty bite. Hollandaise was all over his face.

2. After the Immanuel Jal talk (which I truly enjoyed) I went to Kay's room to hang out. I was a bit hungry, so I ate a fancy one from a huge box his mom sent him from some nice bakery shipping company. It was "cherry jubilee" flavored.

3. We hung out for an hour or so, and then as I was leaving he said he was going to eat a "wild Maine blueberry" one. I thought I would join in...really high-quality muffins.

So, three English muffins in one day. Holla.

Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah! Roma-roma-mamaaaa!

Guy: A panty line?
Girl: Do you have a problem with that?
Guy: I don't care. I just think of the stupid high school skanks who were always like Ew panty lines!
Girl: Hey. You dated skanks in high school. Be nice.
Guy: Not stupid skanks.
Girl: Really? I thought at least one...
Guy: Nope.
Beat
Girl: Tell me you love me more than any of the skanks you dated.
Guy: I love you more than any of the skanks I dated.
Girl: I'm the only girl you've ever been in love with.
Guy: You're the only girl I've ever been in love with.
Girl: I'm the only girl you'll ever be in love with.
Guy: You're the only girl I'll ever be in love with.
Beat.
Guy: Can you tell me that?
Girl: You're the only girl I'll ever be in love with.

Crazy Legs

wish today were as nice as this May day in 2006, Slou and I found a turtle outside Prin
Usually, I work out in the morning. It's just how I like to roll. First things first, run a little, lift some weights, etc. etc. Bam. Already been productive AND can justify a mid-morning snooze. But, today, I ditched the gym to study for my philosophy test (this time on the morality of war). So, I just worked out. Then, two things made me make a somewhat rash choice:

1. I hate putting on pants once they are off.
2. My legs get really hot when I run.

Can you guess? I walked across campus in my gym shorts. Today. The most frigid day with nasty brisk wind since December in Chicago. Actually, it wasn't so bad. I got some looks, but I just stared at the ground a hustled along. I don't need to justify myself! What? Like wearing pants REALLY keeps you that much warmer. Really? With one little cloth between your naked knees and winter wonderland?

Junk

Bradley, Berger, and Blanche in my room last Q
So many possessions. I always think back to my sister leaving college and needing two van-loads to haul her crap out of the dorms and say, "Alice, you're sittin' pretty on your couple of tubs." But, when I look around, I still have so much. I think I don't, but I do. I really do.

I probably don't need most of it, but I like having all of it. Everything is important and useful in its own way, right?

Here's a list of things other people might not find absolutely crucial to life, but I do:
(all within my view from where I am standing at the edge of my bed)

-My speech and debate trophy bowl from Nationals 2005. I hold my bobby pins in it, and bobby pins are crucial to control my girl mullet.
-A sleeping mask. I've had it since 5th grade, and it allows me to be the best roommate ever. Muff can leave the lights on all night for all I care. It's darkness to me.
-A Japanese kerchief on my dresser. When I'm tired and need to plop my laptop there, the bottom doesn't get scratched up thanks to the cloth.
-Alice in Wonderland mug. As I wake up or as I'm falling asleep, many important ideas flood my brain, and I need to write them down. My eyes are often blurry, so I need to be able to count on grabbing at the same mug full of pens.
-Bottle of Purell. Playtime with Blanche does not always follow a trip to the bathroom sinks.

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.

Speaking of Slice

Hunny and Me in Dallas at Nationals 2006


Nicknames I Have Had/Have
So I can actually make this list, pet names do not count.
Juicy-My dad
Lucifer-My sister
Nite Nite-Smidge
Louisiana-My middle school friends(this was when we made nicknames based on bust size)
Ally-KLaMa
AStizl-Too many people for such a stupid name
Al to the Ice-Hedgehog and Sam V
Cleo-Liss
Stans-Hunny
AStanJr-Clara etc.
Tanley-Camp
Palace/Pal-Camp
Als McGals-Xtian
Pookie-Pookie

I don't think I'm missing any significant ones here.
There we go, a list of ridiculous names.

Slice of Slice

In accordance with my general desire to constantly make lists, sometimes I just list my top five favorite things of this moment in time. Right now:

1. "MmmBop" coming up on shuffle. It always makes me think of dancing in LaMa's room in 5th grade. That and Joseph Gordan-Levitt because I thought he was cute on Third Rock and he had long hair like Hanson.
2. When Muff accidentally calls Blanche Muff.
3. Jergens lotion that gets my skin through the harsh Elsah winters.
4. White Noise which I am currently reading and enjoying.
5. Having a computer on my lap in my bed. Can't take that for granted.

On the title: This is a slice of my life, and I've been enjoying how The Sitch calls me "Slice"--originated by swapping my first letter of my last name with the first letter of my first name.

Can't Sleep--Too Excited about Eggs Benedict in the Morning

Pookie's 27th Birthday Pumpkin Pancakes (eat your heart out Hadley)

Thursdays...are so absolutely glorious. Hollandaise.



...I keep trying to update this GD thing with some idea I have surely considered in the past week (it's been a while since I last wrote here)...but I am literally too distracted thinking about my favorite meal comin' at me--9 AM. Woof.