we're all f***ed together

[Dana S]

Mrs. Drudge am I

Whoop whoop! The cast list for The Real Inspector Hound went up today, and my name was on it! YAY! I play the frumpy, old maid-Mrs Drudge. Not only is my part amusing (it's small but fun), but the play itself is hilarious and really cool. The director is wonderful and the cast is awesome! It's really small. There are only eight parts (and I got one of 'em!) and then there's the director and asst. director. I'm just so excited to be working with this group. We had the best first rehearsal ever. It's like we skipped a step and are already at that place in rehearsal where the cast becomes really close and just has a blast together making jokes and such. We're at that place you usually get to about a month or so in. Awesome. There's seriously not a person involved that I don't adore. I'm ecstatic.

Every time I get something that I auditioned for an I'm usually pretty thrilled because after auditions I always automatically assume I didn't make it because that way I'm not upset when I can't find my name on the cast list, and plus when I do make it I'm extra excited. It's a good way to go about it. It's made a couple things that I knew I really wanted not quite so bad when I didn't get them and all the things I did get that much more awesome because I wasn't expecting it.

YAY!

 

[Dana S]

This has really been an awesome weekend. On Friday I had my first day of rehearsal with the Real Inspector Hound cast. And then I went shopping with my friend Bree and went to improv and went to a party thing. I actually met one of my friends' sister there.

Then Saturday I got up and drove around and went shopping again (I had to buy presents for a few friends who were having a joint birthday party). Then I drove out to the Farm and went to the birthday party, which was fun. Our school female a cappella group sang and the Princess Pinky and the Funktones and Humongosaurus Rex (they're bands) played. And then there was an allout jam sesion thing between them and whoever felt like going up. We played volleyball and did birthday stuff and then Stephen Sunu played Meredith a song he'd written for her, which was actually really good and very sweet. Then a few of us went to the Acker's and Shannon and Patrick drove to my house so I could drop off my car. Then the three of us went and rented Kill Bill and got some food at Harris Teeter and we went back to the Ackers and all watched it. Then we all left and I got dropped off at improv and had a blast there as always and had some nerdy fun with Kit, Zack and Ethan coming up with bad tree puns. The songs I cme up with were 'Suddenly Cedar' (suddenly Seymour), 'Play that funky music white birch' and 'I be-leaf in a thing called love.' And then I went home and am now still home, wishing as always that I were somewhere else.

Quote of the day:
"Every man is an ugly woman"-Patrick Wilson
We were driving back from Blockbuster and somehow or another our conversation led to that.

 

[Dana S]

The Best E-mail Ever

I realize I've posted a lot in the last couple days but I just have to add something else. I got the best e-mail ever just now. My friend Arne lives in Norway so I obviously never see him, and since he rarely checks e-mail I hardly ever hear from him either. But I e-mailed him yesterday and Suprise! got a response back today. And it is the best ever. My Norwegian musical genius just got accpeted to the Paul McCartney school of Music in Liverpool. A school that is, in case you don't already know, practically impossible to get into. But he got in and he deserves it because quite frankly he is a musical genius. I'm so excited for him I can't even say. He also said that the local media in Norway has done a bunch of articles and stuff on him because of his acceptance and it's getting kinda freaky because people have started recognizing him on the streets. And to top off all this good news, Arne is coming back to good old Chapel Hill to visit for a couple weeks this summer. YAY! And that my friends is the best e-mail I ever got.

 

[Dana S]

Stupid week

Unlucky week:
~Tried out for my school improv team-didn't make it. That really pissed me off because I know I am much better than some of their new members.
~Tried out for Show Choir-didn't make it. That made me sad because it was the first time I ever felt like I had had a really strong audition.
~My sister's stepmom had my sister's old car towed to our house and she had spray painted a frowney face on the windshield and 'Thanks a lot' on the hood of the car. Talk about bitchy and childish. Way to be a good parent, you jerk.

 

[Dana S]

The Human Equivalent of Wily Coyote: Me

Unlucky today:
~I had my blood drawn-and I am deathyly afraid of needles.
~I got hit in the face with a shovel. No joke. My AP Environmental class is doing this huge landscaping project to help fix our school's erosion problems, and my friend Erin and I were shoveling dirt into a wheelbarrow. She picked up a scoop and backed the handle into my face, knocking me over. I'm actually really lucky. If it had been any further right it would have hit my eye and potentially blinded me, and if it had been any further left it would have hit my temple and possibly done a lot of damage. As far as I know I just have a nasty looking bruise in the corner of my eye.
~And just a little while ago, I was at Murphey Hall and I slipped on some steps and fell on my ass.

I think I may have found my talent: extreme proneness towards accidents.
It's actually kind of funny. I feel like I'm a cartoon character. Zing! SuperDana has been hit with a needle. Kablamo! And hit in the face with the shovel. Splat! And now she's slipped and fallen on the stone steps. Tune in next week for more of Dana's crazy hyjinks. Will Dana make it out alive in next weeks ordeal? Wait and see.

Only me. The first thing my mom asked me when the nurse called her was "It was someone elses shovel right? I mean...you didn't hit yourself in the face with a shovel did you?" and then my friend Patrick in rehearsal said "What, did you step on it and it flew into your face or something?" It's nice to know so many people have so much faith in my skills of taking care of myself.

I just figured out which cartoon character I am: Wily Coyote. That poor coyote gets blown up and hit with anvils right and left.

 

[Dana S]

Yet again, I am posting to avoid the ever-dreaded, the ever-detested, and the ever-pointless homework. An extra day of weekend has not stopped me from leaving it all until the night before. I seriously need some planning help. A Procrastinator support group or something because this isn't working out.

I'm kind of pissed off at the moment. I was driving and the tire blew. Luckily I was only 100 yards from my destination. So I parked and called my dad, and after much yelling for what was not my fault he came and showed me how to change a tire. I am now being forced to pay for the tire and for the rim, which was also damaged. This is several hundred dollars, for a car that is not mine, and for something that was not my fault. Plus my parents think I must have done something to the car to have damaged the rim so badly, and think I'm lying. Can Dana never win?

Plus my parents have revoked the no curfew rule and claim that it never existed.

Improv was fun though. I had a couple conversations that amused me, and they went (more or less) like this:

Dana: "look" (point at bruise)
Ross: "what happened?"
"I got hit with a shovel"
"Who hit you with a shovel?"
"My friend Erin, on accident..."
"Want me to kill her?"
"No that's okay..."
"I'll fuckin kill her."
"Thanks anyway but it really was an accident"
"okay..., but if she does it again I'll kill her"
"Thank you Ross"

And then I was telling Li' G that I had this like 2 second dream about him, where I walked into a room and he was like "I haven't seen you in a while" and then the dream ended and Ethan goes "Way to commit to the dream!"

Incidentally, why is that people get all sketched out when you tell them you had a dream about them? I mean how often do people actually admit to having some sketchy kind of dream to the person they sketchily dreamed about? Everybody must be worn out from all the conclusions they jump to. That was a lot of usage of the word sketch.

 

[Dana S]

Hip Habble Happiness

Besides improv, which is the highlight of every week, I had a kickass time hanging out with the cast of the play I'm in. I was forced to miss the O'Bryan bonfire for some quality cast bonding with the cast of The Real Inspector Hound. And I must say it was superchouette. We are such nerds. We went to a cafe and played scrabble. Ebonic scrabble. Affectionately known as hip habble. You play this game by ignoring all points and coming up with fake slang words and definitions to match. Did I mention the nerdiness? And I must say that even those skeptics were revelling in the splendor that is hip habble. This is officially my new favorite board game.

 

[Dana S]

Patrick and the party he didn't even attend

One more reply for the day and I'm cutting myself off, I promise and then I'm seriously gonna crack down and do some homework. I really should, you know.

Anyway I just forgot to talk about a weekend, I think it was two weekends ago or something. Anyway, I went to this high school talent show thing that the Youth Arts Council put on at the art center and then a bunch of us headed over to Driade (I've been there so much in the last couple of weeks. I always see somebody I haven't seen in a while). So we were hanging out and deciding where we all felt like going. There was this huge party at this guy's appt. but none of us felt like going for several reasons, one of which being that it was obvious that it was going to be broken up soon anyway. And it was at that.

So we went to this other party which was much cooler anyway and didn't get broken up. It was amusing me because everyone in the car borrowed my cell phone including Patrick who gave the number to his mom. So his mom calls and Stephen answers. The mom asks if it is Dana's phone so he hands it to me. The mom asks for Patrick and I hand it to the person behind me who turned out to be Marianne and not Patrick. So by the time Patrick actually got the phone we had all gotten to chat with his mom. Pat's mom is actually the reason Patty is fearing for his life nowadays. His mom wrote an angry e-mail to the paper, which put the party on the front page. And lacking the commonsense to not sign her name, her name was published. The end result being that Patrick is now being threatened because his mom is thought to have broken up a party that Patrick didn't even attend. A fact which I can attest to because he was with me and some of my other friends at a different party. Basically it sucks and Patrick is completely innocent. He wore a shirt to school the other day that said "Pity me...I have to live with her every day. Why won't she just shut up!" I think the threats are dwindling now though.

 

[Dana S]

Another quote from Hip Habble:
We were talking about the movie Troy and a couple people were commenting that the actress who had been chosen to play Helen really wasn't all that beautiful, and Will goes "She wouldn't launch my thousand ships, I can tell ya that!"

My final exam for theatre is amusing me. We had to pick a place and a decade, and portray a teenager from that place and time, including an audience interaction, monologue and influences. So I chose New York in the 80's. I haven't worked all the kinks out yet, but basically I've made my character to be a cocaine dealer. And my audience interaction is to have the audience come onstage and do lines (I'm going to use pixie sticks to make them, and have them taste it rather than snort it). It's really hard to research teenagers in a time period because they are not considered to be a worthwhile age to document in history. So far the coolest website I've found so far is for 80's slang. the audience isn't going to understand half the words I'll be saying. It'll be awesome. I still need to find things that would have influenced a teenage crack dealer though. It can be events, or art, or music so I'm thinking I'll probably just tap the whole punk scene, but I'm not really sure what yet. Knowing me I'll probably pick the one straight edge punk band (there was at least that many). I'm looking forward to it though.

Dress Rehearsal for the Real Inspector Hound was today. I've come to realize that my character is flat out ridiculous.

 

[Dana S]

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I did a very nice long post full of love and rainbows and then it wouldn't accept my post so here's another try