hmmm....

My pirate name is:

Mad Ethel Cash

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Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

Footloose

Our high school drama director has decided on Footloose as our spring musical. I am very glad he has chosen this, but mostly I am glad he has chosen one at all. See, he is walrus look-alike, that is about 60-something years old, and he is the most unorganized, slow, indecisive person ever. It took him 3+ weeks to decide on a show, then 4 days to get through auditions, and another week and a half to get the cast list up. Then, we didn't start actual rehearsals for another week+!

But apart from that, I am really happy with the show, most of the cast list, and pretty much everything in between. Oh, did I mention the show goes up in less than a month and our first rehearsal was yesterday?

Um, if you are totally deprived and don't know anything about musical theatre at all, Footloose is about dancing... (and my part is 2 out of the three dance groups, awesome dances!)

So, our first rehearsal was yesterday, the all cast vocal part was from 3:30 to 5:30, and the dancing group that I'm in's rehearsal was from 6:30 to 9. Man am I tired. By the end of the dancing I had almost lost my voice, every muscle in my legs were/are permanently flexed, I had huge scratches on my arm, my stomach was churning, my head was weightless and spinning, and I couldn't get the Footloose song out of my head. (Been working, so hard. I'm punching, my card. Eight hours, for what? Oh tell me what I got. I got this feeling that time is holding me down. I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town. Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose, kick of my Sunday shoes. Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees. Jack get back. Come on before we crack. Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose!) Yeah, last night was the first time I had heard the whole song and now I have it all memorized...

So, not to spoil it for those who are going to see it, but I have to tell you the super scary stunt I have to do. Luckily, my partner for it, and the whole dance, is the person I trust the most, and am most comfortable around: someone I have dated before and now are best friends. So, the stunt is a running start, holding on to one arm flip, with my legs straight up in the air! Unluckily, he has had an accident doing this exact same flip with someone much smaller. And I had to do it, like, fifty times last night (surprisingly no exaggeration there) and fell/missed a couple of times, and freaked the hell out of my partner. Oh and another thing, this is going to be done with another couple, and we are running/flipping toward eachother..... I hate roller-coasters!

But other than that the dance is totally cool and fun. Not that that isn't cool or fun, it's just SCARY! The dance is pretty ronchy and sexual, so awesome! I love the choreagrapher, she is young and really funny. A really good dancer, even though she isn't built like a dancer, and SO fun. Really easy going, but knows how to work, teach, and boogie down!!!

Basically I am really pumped! Especially because it is set in the 80's so we are going to have big hair, TIGHT leather pants, and everything and anything in between. Not to mention that that dance is only part of one scene, and it is making me SO happy!!

Oh, and I am most likely joining the pitiful JV soccer team, because they don't even have enough players to fill the field, not to mention subs. Suddenly, I am unbelievably busy.....

old poems

These are old poems that I wrote a while ago, and I have some more I just can't find them right now. But there will be here in the future...

The first one I wrote around Christmas time, and it's kind of inspired by Love Actually:


CHRISTMAS IS

Christmas is a time when you tell the ones you love just how much you love them
Christmas is a time when you tell everybody the truth
Christmas is a time when you live your life to the fullest
Christmas is a happy time

Christmas is a time when the things you don't have seem that much bigger
Christmas is time when, if you're alone, you feel dead
Christmas is a time that only comes once a year, waiting
Christmas is a sad time

Christmas is coming, so I'm telling you I love you
Christmas is coming and I'm telling you the truth
Christmas is coming and I'm trying to live, to risk...

Christmas is here and I don't have you
Christmas is here and I am alone
Christmas is here and I'm still waiting
For you...


And the next one; the beginning came to me in the bathroom:


THE OTHER GENDER

Doesn't it just suck to be a guy
To look around and wonder why
Your breasts aren't perfectly formed
Your hips aren't perfectly warmed
By low-rise jeans

Isn't it just ass to be a dude
To deal with everyone being rude
When you aren't totally obsessed with sports
And don't shout stupid "manly" retorts
To someone who is different

Can you stand being a male
Never checking the bathroom scale
Never flushing or closing the seat
Standing up to pee or eat
Goal being: macho

How can you deal with being a man
With looking around and trying to scan
A woman you would "bang"
In your perverted way DANG
It must suck to be you

Sherlock

My cat is named Sherlock. We named him that because when he was small he looked in the mirror, and for some reason we thought he was really smart for doing that, so we named him after a really smart person. Back then, he was tiny. Now, he is "a dog, trapped in a cat suit that is too big for him"! When he walks his belly fat, which is really just a huge sack of skin, is about an inch from the floor. And his head is way too small for his body, but his cheeks push on his eyes, so he always looks like he is scowling.

But being fat isn't just what makes him cute, this tabby has got personality. He looks at you with his scowl and you know he is thinking 'could you get any stupider?'. Or, when he isn't facing you, and you say something to him, he won't bother turning his head to hear you, or look at you, he'll just rotate his ears.

He is also really good at telling you what he wants. When is hungry he has a meow that sort of sounds like a bird chirp, like 'bbrrrrrpp'! Then he'll race you up the stairs, and jump on the food tin. When he wants water, he'll either follow you into the bathroom, then lay in the sink/tub. Or, he'll go to the dining room table and, ever so smoothly, right when you're looking, knock over a glass of water. It pisses you off, but gets the point across. When he wants to be petted, if you are standing up he will rub up against your leg, back and forth. If you are sitting down, he'll go right under your hand, or just sit right on your chest, stare you in the face, and meow.... sometimes he'll even lick your hand.

Some stuff he likes to do is lay in, on, or under cardboard/plastic boxes. Like, if we are playing a boardgame on the table, he will come up and lay himself right in the middle, toppling over all of the pieces! Or there will just be some random box and he will be huddled up in the corner of it, nowhere to be found.

There are really cute stories that really make him awesome though. Like when he is in the kitchen, and he gets scared so he pulls out his claws, then he gets very scared, so he tries to run away, but he doesn't get anywhere because his nails are out, so he is basically running in place (like the cartoons where they have to charge up their run and can't go forward!)

Then there's the one where we drag around a laser light on the ground and he chases it thinking it is a bug or something. It lasts forever because he never figures it out that it is just a light, even when he looks up at us and sees us holding the laser. It is especially fun to shine it on the wall and make him jump for it!

We used to have this big cookie-monster floatie. And for some reason whenever Sherlock saw it his eyes would get big, then he'd freeze up, then run all around the house. Now, this was a long time ago, and I regret saying that I used to chase him all around the house, but, it was pretty funny. Maybe he popped it and ripped it up, and that's why we don't have it anymore....

A quick, funny one is that he was lying in this plastic bag one time and somehow got his head stuck in the handle, and ran around trying to get it off-it looked like a cape the whole time.

Some of his nick-names are: tubby tabby, Sher, Sherlie, Lock of the Sher, fat cat, turkey legs, scowlooorrr, and My Baby.

I know I like to make fun of him, but I do love him dearly! It is always nice to, every time we come home, see him waiting at the front door or on the front porch. He is my god of bras, and a kitty of many wonders!*





*These are referencs from some songs I made up when I was bored. The first one goes:

Sherlock
God of bras
Gi-i-i-ive me a new bra

(Cheese Whiz
Goddess of panties
Gi-i-i-ive me no more panties)

And the next one goes like this:

Sherlock is a kitty
A kitty of many wonders
Sherlock is a kitty
He knows how to boogie down

Sherlock is a kitty
A kitty of many wonders
Sherlock is a kitty
He always knows when to meow!