There's No Place Like Home

Last night wrapped up the greatest two months of my life so far. Charlotte's Web is over. I don't quite know what to do with myself.

I am so so proud to be a part of Duchesne Theater. I really feel like I have made a home here over the past two years, and the friends I have made will stay my friends for life. We are just the most wonderful family. Sometimes I think about what my life would be like now if I didn't have this beautiful thing in my life, and I know how horribly sad and changed and different I would be. My heart is so full of love for each and every person who was with me on that stage this weekend.

So to my beauties, thank you. We have gone through so much together and I am so very proud of all of us. A few of us may be going out into The World next year, and to those people I give all of the love in my heart. I just want you to know that once you set foot in Duchesne Theater, you will never truly leave. You will always have a home here-remember that.

Thank you all for a fantastic show and for being such a huge part of my life. I love every one of you with my whole heart.

Curtain

Tomorrow's the day.

The Final Countdown

I've never gotten overly excited for Halloween. In the past couple of years it's just been an occasion for me to dig out some weird clothes and take candy from strangers. But tomorrow- tomorrow I am going all out.

I found a very old My Little Pony costume in the basement today. Skinny Me wore it seven or eight years ago, I think. To celebrate my love for the series My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I'll be going to school in full pony gear. It's amazing what The Management can do with a sweatsuit and a hot glue gun. This thing is magnificent, and it's stayed in great shape.

Tomorrow also kicks of the dreaded Tech Week. Personally, I've always loved the craziness of dress rehearsals and Tech Day and all that. I love nothing more than sitting in a dark, cold theater for hours and hours with people I love. Especially when there's food involved- everyone seems to make their best baked goods during Tech week. I love that.

But there are some down sides, too. No homework will be done. No sleep will be gotten. No sanity will remain. That's what happens when it's Theater Magic season, though. It comes with the territory.

Just a thought: I haven't done any "professional" theater for two years. Most of the other area actors who are my age do nothing but Omaha theater year-round. They get awards for that kind of stuff. I can't do theater outside of school- all of the good shows are at the same time as school shows. And you know what? I would much rather be making Theater Magic on the best high school stage in the city with the people I love than in some big-shot theater where no one sings Madonna songs.

And that's the daily rant.

Happy Halloween, y'all.

This Will Sound Insane

There are multiple people from Russia who repeatedly view this blog.

I find this wonderfully exciting.

Who are you, mysterious Russians? Do you have to translate these posts, or does the magical Interwebs do it for you? I am extremely curious about this subject.

In the words of Wilbur, "Please tell me where you are and if you are my friend". That's right, folks, at least I have ONE line memorized.

Today In History...

I was birthed by none other than The Management. I am really glad it was her and not someone completely crazy. If she were not my mother, I wouldn't have gotten a wonderful and fantastic blog post dedicated especially to me. Either that or I wouldn't have been born...that would be problematic, I think. Here is the post of which I speak:

http://beckercaribbeanconnection.blogspot.com/2011/09/glitter-in-my-life.html

My day was simply splendid. Father Steinbecker and I biked up to Our Second Home for a mocha and a pumpkin cranberry muffin and then on to Hogwarts. It's a lucky thing that I didn't brung a lunch box...for some obscure reason everyone decided to make me delicious baked goods. I did not complain. Shout out to De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart for the cupcakes and Suspicious Water Bottle for the pillow plate.

Also, and I think this is most surely worth noting, something wonderful happened yesterday. I GOT A LETTER FROM TRISH. A real live letter- in the mail and everything! It was so exciting. I definitely broke down and cried in the doorway. I miss her so much, and it was stupendous to know that she is doing well.

Rehearsals are going to be really tiring. Wilbur does a lot of jumping around. Doing so in a
long flowy dress today made me feel like I was frolicking in a meadow, which is an extremely pleasant sensation.

Today was also bettered by the fact that I received beautiful golden snitch pendant from The Management and a bottle of glitter from the always lovely and hilarious CKor.

Not much room for improvement today, folks.

Oink Oink

I can't remember if I mentioned this or not, but Charlotte's Web auditions were Friday. I was über nervous, but all went well and I got called back to read Goose, Templeton, and Wilbur. Those were alright but I didn't think it was that spectacular. De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart read a beautiful Charlotte, SWB did some stellar barnyard animal impressions, and Baby Carrot gave quite the wonderful Fern reading.

And so we waited for two days. For the past 48 hours I have been almost as anxious as I've been for the past two months, waiting for my Pottermore email to arrive (it hasn't. But that's for another blog). Anyway, this day has been pretty rough on all of our nerves.

Particularly study hall, which came at the tail end of the day- right before the email was set to come out. It was one of those times where I had absolutely no idea what to do with my hands.

But the wait is over.

SWB: one of two lovely little lambs
Baby Carrot: Fern (uh, like, DUH)
De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart: Charlotte (SO PROUD, she is vunderful)
Me: Wilbur.

I'm definitely thrilled, but also kind of nervous as to whether I can handle it. I'm pretty sure I can, and Father Steinbecker must think I can because if he didn't, I wouldn't be posting this right now.

It's just good to get the anxiety overwith. I can sleep in peace now.

Turdsday

Thurrrrrrrsday. The word sends shivers of dread down my spine. Always has. This day of the week reminds me that I am but one day away from my beloved Fancy Friday. I'd be ready for the weekend if Thursday weren't in the way.

I have all my evil classes this day, too. Four of them, eighty minutes each. Chemistry. PreCalc (well, that class isn't nearly as bad). Theological Themes in Literature. And the joy of every sophomore's existence: Modern European History. The offspring of Death and the Holy Roman Empire that seems to have sprung forth from the very depths of Hell itself. I do not exaggerate. Not in the slightest.

Pardon the complaints. You may have to gird yourself for more of those cropping up in the future.

At the moment I am listening in awe to Regina Spektor's "Soviet Kitsch" album. Tis one that I'll run through multiple times every month or so. It gives me the same unique, tingly feeling every time I hear it. It's good music to sing when I'm feeling like Luna Lovegood.

The one good thing about Thursday: it means that tomorrow is...yup...FRIDAY. With tomorrow come snacks in Advisory, Swing Choir class, dress rehearsal for my favorite project EVER, and a chance to see who's left out of the most wonderful theater people in the world during Charlotte's Webb auditions. That means Jumper. SCORE.

Thursday night just got a whole lot better, y'all.