Reality Television... worst thing to happen to the entertainment industry since Patti LuPone.

I am so sad that I can't go home on a break and enjoy myself the entire time. I am so sick of coming home and wishing desperately it was time to leave by the end my vacation... and the worst thing is that it's not the entire time I'm here... just at night when my mother insists on watching stupid awful reality television shows. I hate them. I hate them almost as much as I hate Patti LuPone, and that's saying something. Last night I had to sit through over two hours of The Bachelor... stupidest show ever. Lame. No one should watch that show... why do people enjoy watching other people date on television and then be shocked when the relationship doesn't turn out? Of course it's not going to turn out! They met on tv! They don't know anything about the other person! You can't get to know someone on tv, because they aren't going to act they way they really are while they know they are on camera! It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out. Anyway - that's beside the point - point is, I had to sit through the entire last episode, and just watching that would have been fine, but no! My mother has to watch the "After the Final Rose" episode that came on right after that one. WHAT? I don't care what happened after the final rose... I could give a shit about some whiny-ass douchebag on tv who cries more than a 40 year old Jewish woman at her son's bah mitzfah! So, I sat through the whole freaking two hours worth of Bachelor on ABC last night before my mother would allow us to watch the movie we rented on the way home. P.S. You should know, that there are two other tvs in our house, but only one dvd player, and that's right - mom's camped out in the living room and refuses to move. Awesome. So that's last night. Tonight, I have to pack whilst listening to another TWO HOUR episode of American Idol... also reality tv at it's worst. AI is not only a crock that is planned out up until the final 10, but it also has given Americans the right to speak freely and attempt to critique the singing ability of others. It gives everyone the right to feel like they are allowed to be a critic... well, allow me to be the first to tell you America - just because you watch AI, does NOT mean you know shit about singing. And that's a fact. So, American Idiot finally goes off and I'm looking forward to an episode of the Mentalist, but no! Mom has to watch "After the Final Rose Part II"! Who comes up with this shit!?!?! Why do you have to have twenty follow up shows on something as completely assinine as The Bachelor!??!?! So hell yes, I complained. Lots. And mom gets pissed and then reverts to the classic - you don't respect me after all I do for you - and it only pisses me off, because me being irritated over your total inability to choose worthwhile television programming has NOTHING to do with how much I do or do not respect you, Mother. Can someone please explain to me the correlation between me complaining on having to watch the fifth hour of shitty television and respecting my mother (after all that she has done for me... blah blah blah). No? Yeah, me either. So I am once again stuck looking as the inconsiderate and ungrateful daughter... and I cannot tell you how old this gets.

A drastic set change for Emily

So... I moved out of my dorm room in Harrill that I have shared with my good friend, Karol Anne, and have acquired a PRIVATE room in Central Drive. Best idea. Ever.

My new room in about the size of the room I shared with KA, but now it is all to myself. The rooms are suite-style, meaning, there are four rooms in each suite (one girl per room) and those four girls share a big living room area, one toilet, two showers, two sinks with great lighting in the bathroom, and a huge mirror. SCORE! That is all I can say about that. I now also have my own fridge all to myself, and a tv/dvd/Tivo that I don't have to share with anyone.

And OMG! I haven't even told you about the closet! A walk-in closet! Yes, a walk-in closet. I don't even have enough clothes with me at college right now to fill my gorgeous walk-in closet... I'm going to have to bring in more from home... and this is something that I don't have any issue with.

Side note: this dorm is also almost brand new... it still smells new, the design is current, and it's pretty!

Oh, and another thing: all the Irish exchange students live in this hall. :) Bonus.

So, that's pretty much what's going on with me... Charlotte d'Amboise was in town this past week to choreograph Chorus Line Montage. It was a fabulous time. I love that woman... not so much the hundreds of sit-ups we had to do, but it was extremely worth it. She's gone now, but will be back for another week in October.

Dave Clemmons is coming to work with us tomorrow and Sunday... I still don't know what I'm going to sing for him. Sad day. I need to figure that out pronto.

Soooo much stuff is happening this week.
*Dave Clemmons
*UC Lawn Performance
*School House Rock opens
*I film my scene for Acting for Camera
*I am also performing my scene for Acting III
*Concert Choir Concert
... and God only knows what else.

Stay tuned.

I can't... I have rehearsal.

School is in full swing now, and I can't breathe. haha Between homework and rehearsals... I pretty much don't have time to do anything. Oh... I should probably put in a word about what I'm rehearsing for... I am in School House Rock. It's a six person show based on the classic tv show. I play Dori, and sing some of your SHR favorites like "A Noun Is A Person, Place, Or Thing" and "The Preamble". Despite that the entire show is cheesy, we're having a great time!

So in the very very minimal amount of free time I had this weekend, my parents were acting strangely, and basically insisted that I come home... I thought something funny was going on, but chalked it up to them not having seen me in two weeks. It wasn't until I got home that I realized that this wasn't the case. They led me to a little grave around the back of my house; apparently, my father accidentally ran over my cat this Wednesday as he was making a hasty retreat to get to church on time. She died almost instantly on impact. At least there wasn't any suffering, but I really wish that I had been there... or at least have gotten to love on her one last time. The whole retelling of the event was pretty horrendous. My father starting crying as soon as I saw her grave... Mom told me that he has been beating himself up for it since it happened. My neighbor happened to be outside when the accident happened and came over and helped my mother bury my cat and he was crying just as hard as she was. He brought over a big rock to sit on top of the grave, and a figurine of a little girl holding her cat. That was a very sweet gesture, but it just made me cry harder. Anyway... I've been dealing with that... which probably sounds ridiculous, being this upset over the death of a cat, but it was MY cat. I've had that cat since I was in middle school, and there was no denying that she was MY cat, as she blatantly showed a marked preference to me. It was all sort of a shock, but she was getting old and already had acquired some medical issues, so perhaps it was a blessing. It still sucks though. But rest in peace, my little Mamma Cat... I miss you already.



Well, I'm off to do a pile of homework... yay school.

And so it goes... we just finished our benefit show tonight, and I'll be damned - it actually came together! It ended up being a pretty great little show. I was shocked, and yet not so, because we are a very talented young group of people. Go us!

So, I just got home from our cast party... the billionth one of this summer... and now I'm off to pack for my trip to Tennessee.

........... more about that at a later time.

Mamma Mia! Here I go again...

Hokay, so... I have just been cast in a studio play at Hart! I'll be in the studio production of Ladyhouse Blues this coming January. This will be my first Hart studio show, and I am thrilled that I was approached to do this play!

I can slowly feel summer coming to an end. I guess this is a good thing, but I can't help but not want the summer months to close... even if it has been one of the most drama filled (and not in a good way) summers I've ever had to go through. I've had a great time. Kiss Me Kate is a blast, my job(s) have been fun(-ish), and I've loved being with some of the best people that warm my heart. Not that I haven't missed my freedom at school, or my amazing friends there, classes that keep me distracted, and my roommate that keeps me distracted from classes. I have. Lots. But, there's just something about summer that can't be beat.

I went to see Mamma Mia last night with my mom in Ashevegas. Hilarious. But, I don't know if they meant for it to be THAT funny. Or maybe they did. I can't tell. But it was so incredibly bad that it was fantastic! I mean, Pierce Brosnan - 007 - singing Abba. How can you not pee yourself laughing?

Save the drama for your mamma.

Warning: this is a rant.

This has been one of the most frustrating days of all time, and I need to type all this shit out to cleanse my system.

Please, please, please, for my sake, and your own, because if I have to hear much more of it you will be the persons I decapitate first... leave me out of your petty shit. That goes for everyone. I have done a wonderful job this summer staying the hell out of drama. Contrary to popular opinion, I do not love drama... it's actually my least favorite American pastime. I get the wrap of being titled a bitch because I am not afraid to come up to you and say something to you if I think what you're doing is whacked, especially if it's about me. This is not creating drama. This is ending it before it begins. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. Truly, hate me if you want, but that's completely your deal. I would love to be friends with everyone and I don't have a particular issue with anyone that I know of. But, if you happen to have issues with anyone I hang around - don't tell me. I don't care. I'm not choosing sides, and I'm not going to be your go-between.

Please don't think that this means you can't talk to me about things, and yes this sometimes means people, that are bothering you. I'm an excellent sounding board, and I will try to help in any way that I can. And sometimes you just have to bitch and complain and get it all out of your system and then you feel a lot better. I know this. I do this. I say shit to my closest friends about people that I love dearly and don't mean half the things I say, but I have to say it out loud to feel better.

I just don't have a lot of time left before I have to go back to school and then I'll probably not have any human interaction outside of WCU's Musical Theatre department. Not that I want this, just mostly because I'll be so stressed and busy and there are only 24 hours in a day, and I learned freshman year a few of those hours should be spent sleeping. I just don't want the last part of my summer VACATION wasted on crap that doesn't matter in the long run. Life's too short to worry about all this pettiness, so let's just enjoy each other's company in the last few weeks that we have and make wonderful memories together.

I love you all, really, I do. So let's all love each other and get along - even if it kills us.

All play and no work makes Emily a poor girl.

So... I'm broke. haha This past week we opened Kiss Me Kate - which is a bangin' show by the way - and since it was "hell week" I took lots of days off from work. However, I didn't take any days off from spending lots of money... erego, I'm totally broke, and back at work.

I'm typing this from the gorgeous and HUGE kitchen of the children I nanny. Children. The best birth control on the Earth. Today we have already been to swim lessons, the youngest pooped in his pants, bought food for the turtle that the middle child hasn't fed in two weeks... I'm pretty sure it's a miracle that Fred the turtle is still alive, and we've had lunch. Now, with two hours left before their mother returns, they're downstairs playing - and by playing I mean throwing things - and in a few minutes it'll be "reading time"... when does it get to be "Emily takes a nap" time?

.... and I just looked over and see that the middle child has wiped jelly all over the counter... and I'm going to be the one cleaning it up. I LOVE CHILDREN!!!