Alright, you guys...

You're bumming me out here. All 10 of you followers. Can I get a little comment love every now and then? Am I talking to myself?

Okay, probably yes...

So yeah, just like any normal person, I need a little blurb to share some exciting news: I have been given my DREAM ROLE with the Actor's Charitable Theatre here in Tuscaloosa. I will be playing the role of Mrs. Lovett, cannibal baker extrodinare! I'm pretty sure I spelled that last word wrong, but apparently it's not a real word to spellcheck. Go figure.

And I get to do this show with some of the most amazing people. One of my BFFs, Zacc Kimbrell will be my sweet Toby, and I get the opportunity, the GREAT honor, of sharing the stage with Doff Procter, who will be Sweeney Todd. Google him. He's AMAZING.

Words can never describe how nervous I am for this show. There's so much to learn, and it's difficult, too. Not to mention the fact that I need to be the character everyone knows Mrs. Lovett is. This is huge. I have to do Angela Lansbury, Helena Bonham Carter and Patty LuPone justice. Those are three pretty EPIC women who played this role. That's A LOT to follow. BIG shoes to fill.

Suuuuure, it's just in our little bubble of Tuscaloosa, but it's still IMPORTANT TO ME.

-deep breath-

So... Work has gotten a lot better lately. My hours have been up this week, and while I DESPERATELY don't want to, I'm working all weekend. But I did it to myself. I offered to take it. It's money in the bank, it's money in the bank, it's money in the baaaaaank... And hopefully all of the students will be gone since it's a long weekend.

My sweet Jasper is sleeping so soundly. Precious kitty... He's gotten into the routine of wanting to cuddle at least an hour or so before I'm supposed to get up. Which is really infuriating at the time, but it's so freaking sweet when you think about it. He does love his mommy...most days.

Okay, so I didn't have really anything interesting to say this time, so I won't be THAT upset if I don't get any comments on my lonely blog.

LOVE.

I feel like I have a lot to say...

So I'm just going to write a blog post about it. I haven't done one in a while.

A lot has happened. And a lot I don't remember.

So, last night I couldn't sleep for reasons I can't say, or I'd have to kill you. So, I was up, you know, around 1:00-1:30 AM. That's around the time I finally went to sleep. And I did so thinking, "Oh, I'm so glad I don't have class tomorrow. I'm not going to wake up until 10."

Set my alarm for 10.

I was still geared up from last night that my body woke me up at 8:15 this morning, or something like that. I was so angry because I was able to sleep late and I couldn't. But it wasn't just my fault. Jasper likes to cuddle early in the morning, which requires me to lie a certain way so he can curl up under my arm. So it's pretty much his fault, too. But it's so cute that I can't be mad.

So...here't the story, here's the thing...8:30 rolls around. And I'm suddenly O_O upright in my bed. "Oh mah gah, I DO have class! At 9!" It didn't go exactly like that, seeing how I will admit that I may or may not have used a couple of expletives in the above sentence. I pretty much rolled out of bed and went to class.

Monday night after Sweeney auditions, I painted my fingernails with liquid sunshine. And I was happy ALL DAY Tuesday. Every time I looked at my nails, I was like, "Awe, pretty!" Nail polish is therapeutic.

Actually, I don't really have that much to say. Huh.

I'm tired. And I need for tonight to be here.

I Have A Lot To Learn

So, apparently, certain fruits and veggies are only in season for...well, certain seasons. What the crap is THAT about?? (I know, it's common knowledge. Humor me.) I mean, no WONDER the zucchini I wanted to buy a couple of months ago felt so weird. Which is why I didn't buy it, by the way. I've suddenly become a huge fan of zucchini. Only cooked, though. Wait, is it even normal to eat it raw? I don't know. But I don't think I'd like it. According to Arthur, however, zucchini isn't even in season! Say, whaaaaa???

Shocked and appalled. Shocked. And. Appalled.

DUCKYYYYY!

The same goes for nectarines. The first time I bought them, I was being an idiot college kid and I didn't look at the price. THIS time, today, I went to get some more because I discovered I really liked those, too, and saw that they were $3.99 a lb. O_O I don't have $4 to spend on a nectarine and a half! Come on! My hours are nearly cut to nothing, here! Give me a break... :(

Healthy food is so dang expensive. Heck, NORMAL food is expensive. Ramen Noodles are not normal. Chef Boyardee or whatever is NOT normal food. As soon as I actually have some money, I plan to start making my own meals and trying out some recipes. I've found some good ones. Most of them include zucchini, so I guess I have to wait anyway. Seasons...HA!

Tonight I made meself a little pizza, though.

1/4 cup of Mozzarella (2% milk) : 2 points
1/4 cup Ragu pizza sauce : 1 point
1 piece of Flatout bread : 2 points
17 turkey pepperonis : 2 points

Toss it in the oven (350) for about 7-8 minutes, and voila! 7 point pizza. My "flavor" of bread was spinach. They have regular, tomato, etc..., too.

One more thing...

Ever since I went on a cruise with my sister and her family in October, I have had NUMEROUS, I mean, TONS of dreams involving me being on a cruise. Or a boat of some kind.

In one, we were entering some sort of war zone. I caught a skyline of buildings collapsing on my camcorder. (I don't own one, btw). Our boat also sank in some random lake, which reminded me of when I read Heart of Darkness. A little bit wider than the one I visioned in the book, but...same type of location. Brown water. The works. The most I can recall is being able to swim to shore.

Last night I had one which was fairly normal...except when I got on the ship, the water was flowing over on deck, but...it seemed to be normal. Then I realized that I'd be sharing the cruise with a BUNCH of people I'd rather not spend my week with. But then I see a glimpse of red down the hallway from my room, and it's my Kate-sister. She surprised me with signing up for the cruise, too. There was also a baby. I don't know if she was mine, or...what. But it was me, the baby and Mom in one room, I think... I fed the baby, the baby projectile vomited, took a five minute nap and was all of a sudden around three or four years old, REFUSING to use the potty.

Then there was one dream where it was like...a luxury boat. That was cool.

Then a really large one. With a big theatre...I don't remember much from that one.

And there have been more. It's just really weird.

Not this Cruise...

THIS cruise.

I'm Nervous.

It's official; a week and a half before is about the right time for me to start freaking out when I have an audition coming up. But this is Sweeney Todd. And I'm pretty sure this will be the only opportunity I'll ever have at playing this role.

(A/N: Before I continue, let it be known that this blog post is for me. I'm more or less letting out how I feel, because if I don't, I'll explode).

Mrs. Lovett is one of my dream roles. Even more so than the narrator from Joseph. In fact, that role doesn't even cross my mind anymore. Come and gone.

I will be scratching eyes out for this role.

I say that all the while the dragons in my stomach compete to rip all of my internal organs apart. Or at least that's what it feels like. All I have to do is just think of the minuscule possibility that I could maybe possibly get the role, and I get nervous. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that the best of the best will come audition for this role, especially considering who's playing Sweeney. It would be an honor just to be in the chorus for a show he's in...believe me: I've done it.

Now it's time to copy down WW recipes in my little book.

Nigh nigh.

Beans, Beans, They're Good For Your Heart...

It's mornings like this that show how motivated a person I am. I have an 8am Bio Lab. I'm anal about time (thanks, Bert) and like to leave the house around 7:30. That's late for me...normally I have to leave the house at least 45min before. But I'm trying to be a normal person. So much for that.

I woke up at about 7:19. Still walked out the door at around 7:33. Interestingly enough, I had had a nightmare-ish dream just before I woke up about being late for class. It also involved me using the bathroom in front of a restaurant. Like...the bathroom had no walls inside this place. It was awkward.

But when I got to Bio Lab, I found out we were going to get to play with beans. BEANS, BEANS, the special BEANS. And lentils. If you have picked them out again in two hours time, you may go to the ball with us.

It was an experiment on preditors. We had this black mat that was...what is it called...-googles floor mats- I don't know. They have all these plasticy loops instead of carpet crap. ANYWAY, we had to count out 100 red beans, 100 white beans, and 100 black beans.

I count my beans like I count my pills.

Each of us in our group had to get a fork or a knife. And we had to pick up as many beans as we could, one at a time, in 30 seconds. And, oh by the way, we were competing. Our GTA said, by all means, knock the effing beans off your group mates' utensils.

Ever seen a bean fly? Maybe.

Ever seen HUNDREDS fly at one time? Hah. I doubt it.

It was epic. And I was top preditor. I AM Lord of the Beans.

I feel like I don't want to sleep lately. I just want to stay up and...well, not sleep. I think I'm going to go to Wal-Mart after this post.

Parallel parking is hard.

I wanted to eat my feelings today, but I didn't have time. Lucky.

My nose keeps running. I hate spring. And I loathe the color yellow.

Amy/ Amwa

That's what I've been hearing all week. "AMY, do this!" "AMWA, take me to do that!!" Two nieces, one nephew, and my cousin's two daughters have been at my mom's place this week for their spring break, too. I could tell you that I was forced to babysit, unwillingly, but that would be a lie. I kind of like kids a lot, most of the time, and it makes me happy to see them happy. So, Aunt Amy has to be all cool and make the kids' day. It's what I do. It's how I roll.

By the way, you're probably wondering what the heck an Amwa is. It's some magical word that my Taylor and Carly came up with a couple of years ago. No questions were asked. It was accepted and it stuck. It's pronounced "Aim-wa." Wa as in "wand." Amwa.

These kids are freaking hilarious when they're not being completely obnoxious.

Carly likes to set up her own Massage salon, and she makes up a "menu" and everything. Prices to follow. And they're real prices. I signed up for a back massage tonight...

Me: Carly...did you just toot??

Carly: -giggles- Yes...

Me: Ew, CJ! I did not order that!!

Carly: -still giggling- I just did it again!

Me: CARLY!!

Matthew is one funny kid, too. He's ALL boy, so it's kind of alarming when he walks around in my mom's bathing suit, puts on my niece's bras and runs around the house, puts on MY deodorant...

Matthew: Hey, Aunt Amy! I put on some of your stuff!

Me: My stuff? What stuff?

Matthew: Your orange deodorant!

Me: You put on my deodorant?!?

Matthew: Yeah! I like it! It smells like fruit salad!!!

It was funny then, but not so much when he did it the next morning. I had to hide it from him because he kept putting it on. He's 9, by the way... which alarmed me even still tonight when I found that someone had been in my makeup..

Me: Okay, Taylor, Carly, Lauren, Micah!! Have you been in my makeup?!

All: No.

Me: O_o

I go to look for Matthew, and I see a little light and hear some mumbling coming from the closet. Matthew is standing in the closet with his DS, playing a game.

Me: ...Matthew... have you been playing in my makeup?

Matthew: No...-looks away-

Me: Matthew...-grabs his face- Have you been playing in my makeup? What's all over your face??

The kid is as dark as you can get, being Caucasian. I'm about as white you can get. It's not difficult at all to see the ivory foundation splotched all over his face.

Matthew: Okay, fine, I guess I shouldn't lie...

I just had to walk away, I couldn't hold in the laughter any longer. Thing is, he just doesn't think anything about it. He's as much as a boy as you can ever get. He's just goofy. But it makes for great stories.

I have some other exciting things to talk about in my next blog when I'm home and Taylor isn't bugging the heck out of me to borrow my computer and to sign her up for a blog I know she's never going to write in. She has to be just like me. I don't blame her. -hair toss-

Haven't You Heard the Rumor?

It's stuck in my head. Adele's a musical genus.

We're going to pretend that the time between 8 o'clock am and 3 o'clock pm yesterday just didn't happen.

And now I'm pretty annoyed. As you may have seen on my status, Canadians are petitioning to make the highland bagpipes as their official, national musical instrument. Okay, first of all, who the heck has a national musical instrument?? Second of all, those of you who are hating on me because I'm offended for the Scottish, get over yourselves. I don't care if they were originally Asian or whattheheckever, but the Scottish are who have made it popular to me. The Scottish themselves could probably care less. But I care. You probably had to Google it to even know it was Asian anyway.

If you're going to intentionally make me feel like a moron, then have the decency to message me in private. It's called tact.

I deleted the comments. I feel better now.

In case you haven't realized, I'm a very insecure, emotional person. I don't even like to call it emotional... I am passionate. I have had one of the worst weekends/ beginning to the week I have ever had. I'm very easily angered right now.

This is my plea to you: Lay off. This is what makes it polite: Please.

And now I don't even feel like I should be happy about this now because I feel so freaking worthless, but I've lost 5 pounds since last Wednesday. However, it could solely be due to the fact that Mom's scale and the Rec's scale aren't in sync. Completely possible. And probably the cause of the loss. I went to work out in the exercise room that Mom and Bert have access to at the condo. Either their equipment is much harder than the Rec's, or my body knows I'm on vacation and is protesting. But I got through at least a little bit. And I swam today.

And I laid out. O_O Know this, however: Fair-skinned lasses lay out to get freckles. Not tans.


Yesterday AFTER said time that does not exist, I did some headshots for my sister-friend. Isn't she lovely??

Don't judge me. I had a dinky little cannon and not much experience. But Kate asked me to do it, and I could NOT give up the opportunity to experiment with the camera and take pictures of such a gorgeous lady. She's one of my favorites. And I hope there were some photos she could actually use for headshots. I'm definitely no Kayla Cille. She's an amazing, artistic photographer.

Tomorrow's my day. St. Patrick's Day. Try not to ruin it for me, hmm?