Monday I had an audition for Nuncrackers. For anyone who's heard of the musical Nunsense, Nuncrackers is one of the sequels. As the title suggests....it's a musical about nuns. Anyway, I was cast as Sister Amnesia, and I'm really quite excited about it. It's been FAR too long since I've done a musical comedy. The only other person I know in the cast is Bradshaw - he and I did Christmas Carol together last year. The others I've never heard of, except for the woman playing Reverend Mother. I saw her as Golde in Fiddler on the Roof a few years ago, and I absolutely LOVED her onstage, so hooray for that!
Oh, I also got my hair cut on Monday. It's shorter than it's ever been before, and I got it layered, which is another first. All in all, I like the change.
I feel like I should be posting some great philosophical rambling, since I basically created this blog as an outlet to do just that. I'm vaguely aware that I had some ideas of what I wanted to write earlier today, but they all seem to have fled my brain. Maybe they'll come back tomorrow. In the meantime, since this is already written...might as well post it.
Ooo, I know, I'll end with a song lyric. That's always fun. Let's see....we'll do one from an obscure musical in homage to the obscure musical I was just cast in. This is the song I auditioned with, actually. It's from a musical called Sideshow, and it's actually written as a duet...but it's sung by the character of a two-headed lady. Sounds weird, but it's absolutely beautiful music, and a very heart-wrenching song. Not the complete song here, but my favorite lines.
Like a fish plucked from the ocean
Tossed into a foreign stream,
Always knew that I was different
Often fled into a dream
I ignored the raging currents
Right against the tide I swam
Still, I floated with the question -
Who will love me as I am?
Who will ever call to say I love you?
Send me flowers, or a telegram?
Who will proudly stand beside me?
Who will love me as I am?
Like a clown whose tears cause laughter
Trapped inside a center ring
Even seeing smiling faces,
I am lonely pondering
Who would want to join this madness?
Who would change my monogram?
Who will be part of my circus?
Who will love me as I am?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
On the bandwagon
I'm jumping on the bandwagon of blogging after being inspired by an article in the Citizen-Times. Original, huh?
Seriously, though, the article was interesting. It's about this woman in Asheville who is trying to find a husband by soliciting the help of anyone who cares. Might not sound like a fantastic idea the way I've described it, but I was really intrigued by what she has to say. It made me think a lot about why I'm so picky about the men I date. Not that I'm apologizing for being picky; I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I'm not waiting for that "perfect someone" as in someone who is picture perfect, fairy tale perfect, or whatever other cliches are out there. I'm just holding out for someone who is perfect for me...and for someone who thinks I'm perfect for them, as well.
My only problem is that whenever I find someone I think is wonderful, he inevitably doesn't view me in the same light, or vice versa. I almost feel guilty about it at times, when I have men begging for my number and I just can't muster any interest in them. But then I remind myself that there's no shame in holding out for what I need. I'm not someone who dates just for the sake of having someone around. It's not that I'm looking to get married next week, but I do think that a relationship should have at least some long-term potential if I'm going to give it a shot. The people who have made a difference in the fabric of my life are the ones who've stayed around to make an impact.
While I'm (sort of) on the subject, I'd like to mention something that's come up in conversation at least twice in the past week: physical attractiveness in regards to relationships. Most people seem to be of two trains of thought - looks are everything, or looks are nothing. I don't think either one of these mindsets really work in the end. Looks shouldn't be EVERYTHING; there are much, MUCH more important things in building a relationship. However, if someone isn't attractive to you...that's another piece of the puzzle missing. I don't mean that someone has to be a supermodel. I mean that YOU have to find that person attractive, the whole package, not just looks or just personality. For example, I like tall, thin, fair boys, preferably with glasses. That isn't what the whole world finds attractive, it's just what's most attractive to me. Does that mean I'm completely opposed to dating a short, stocky, dark boy with 20/20 vision? No, it just means he's not my preference.
Of course, a certain tall, thin, fair, bespectacled boy I know doesn't seem to be in favor of short, voluptuous, dark women, no matter how crazy one of them might be for him. It works both ways.
Seriously, though, the article was interesting. It's about this woman in Asheville who is trying to find a husband by soliciting the help of anyone who cares. Might not sound like a fantastic idea the way I've described it, but I was really intrigued by what she has to say. It made me think a lot about why I'm so picky about the men I date. Not that I'm apologizing for being picky; I don't think there's anything wrong with it. I'm not waiting for that "perfect someone" as in someone who is picture perfect, fairy tale perfect, or whatever other cliches are out there. I'm just holding out for someone who is perfect for me...and for someone who thinks I'm perfect for them, as well.
My only problem is that whenever I find someone I think is wonderful, he inevitably doesn't view me in the same light, or vice versa. I almost feel guilty about it at times, when I have men begging for my number and I just can't muster any interest in them. But then I remind myself that there's no shame in holding out for what I need. I'm not someone who dates just for the sake of having someone around. It's not that I'm looking to get married next week, but I do think that a relationship should have at least some long-term potential if I'm going to give it a shot. The people who have made a difference in the fabric of my life are the ones who've stayed around to make an impact.
While I'm (sort of) on the subject, I'd like to mention something that's come up in conversation at least twice in the past week: physical attractiveness in regards to relationships. Most people seem to be of two trains of thought - looks are everything, or looks are nothing. I don't think either one of these mindsets really work in the end. Looks shouldn't be EVERYTHING; there are much, MUCH more important things in building a relationship. However, if someone isn't attractive to you...that's another piece of the puzzle missing. I don't mean that someone has to be a supermodel. I mean that YOU have to find that person attractive, the whole package, not just looks or just personality. For example, I like tall, thin, fair boys, preferably with glasses. That isn't what the whole world finds attractive, it's just what's most attractive to me. Does that mean I'm completely opposed to dating a short, stocky, dark boy with 20/20 vision? No, it just means he's not my preference.
Of course, a certain tall, thin, fair, bespectacled boy I know doesn't seem to be in favor of short, voluptuous, dark women, no matter how crazy one of them might be for him. It works both ways.
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