Spamalot

Yesterday I went to see Spamalot with the guy I'm dating, and had a BLAST! It was alot funnier than I thought it would be and was only made better by a wardrobe malfunction during the Black Knight scene in which the actors had to improvise on the spot. Basically, the when Arthur cut the Black Knight's arm off, it fell off and became attached to the actor's leg. He tried to shake it off, then quickly looked at Arthur and said, "wanna give me a hand?" Arthur, who was played by the incredibly talented John O'Hurley, used his foot to kick the arm away and muttered something about Dancing With the Stars, on which he was a contestant. The second arm wouldn't come off at all and required Arthur to chop a second time. The audience was laughing so hard the next couple of lines were missed entirely!! Oh, it was HILARIOUS!!

The cast was also kind enough to throw in some nods toward Denver, with one of the Knights of Ni chanting, "Here we go, Nuggets, here we go!" and pounding his staff on the ground. At the end of the play, Arthur says to the guy pulled onstage, "Your name will be revered throughout Denver, along with John Elway." God almighty, I've never laughed so hard in my entire life! I don't think there was a single line in the play that wasn't funny. And the songs were great as well. Songs like, You Won't Succeed on Broadway (If You Don't Have Any Jews), and I'm All Alone, sung by Arthur when Patsy's standing right next to him... Oh man, it is the greatest show for anyone in a bad mood, I can tell you that much. You will not be angry by the time Spamalot ends.

I almost want to see it again because there's always so much going on on the stage at the same time and it's hard to watch all of it. While you're watching someone on stage right say something, someone stage left is making funny gestures or faces, or is dancing out of nowhere for no reason. You might be watching a set of characters do one thing while another set is doing another that you've completely missed. Plus, I'm sure the actors improvise alot, especially during the end of the play when they pull someone from the audience up on the stage. Working with different people who don't have any acting experience has got to be hard, but they managed to pull it off perfectly.

When my date asked me what my favorite scene was, I couldn't pick just one. The French Taunting scene is a classic, but the Black Knight scene has always been one of my personal favorites. Of course, my favorite song from the soundtrack is You Won't Succeed on Broadway (which they seemed to slow down for the show we saw. It wasn't as upbeat, but it was still funny!). I also love Knights of the Round Table, which is just a fun song, and Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.... oh, I can't pick!!

Anyway, when the play was over, I bought a souvenire brochure and a Killer Rabbit puppet, which is surprisingly cute despite the teeth. We went to dinner and then he stayed here until about 1:00 in the morning. I didn't even get to sleep until 1:30. I am TIRED!!

But it turned out to be one of the best dates I've ever been on, and he and I kinda established a sort of relationship. We're now officially dating. How awsome is that? So it was a good weekend... well, a good Sunday anyways.

I recommend Spamalot highly to anyone looking for a GREAT time at the theatre.

Comcast can suck it.

The title says it all. Basically, Comcast SUCKS!

Trying to get on youtube just now, I typed what I was searching for into the search box, and the whole computer froze. When I restarted it, Comcast came up with a message that we hadn't payed our bill and our internet had been disconnected. However, we had just paid the bill in full last night when a mixup made it so we couldn't order on demand. Poppa paid the rest of the bill and we got on demand. The stupid part about it is, they wanted something like $43 because we'd only paid the first $300 online. The full bill is $343. Poppa paid online ONCE, and Comcast switched our payment method over to online billing, which apparently means we now had to keep track of our own dates in which to pay the bill. Poppa only paid $300, and they shut down our on demand. He then paid the rest, and we were able to watch a movie.

Obviously I'm able to get online now, because Comcast finally realized that they were being retards and that we'd paid the bill LAST NIGHT!!! But now the internet's acting all crazy and I can't access half of my regular websites or search youtube or myspace. And right now, I'm so mad I'm shaking and can barely type. I'm trying to keep myself from throwing my computer out the window!!! Ugh, I hate this internet provider with every fiber of my being!!

A GREAT week!!

So I performed in my class play last Thursday, and just finished with my last class on Tuesday. Yesterday I went to see my career advisor, who is also my Theatre teacher, to talk about classes for fall semester. The play went well, the class went well, and the meeting went well. On Sunday I'm going out with the guy I'm dating to see Spamalot. Finally, I am in a good mood!!!!

After what seems like months of being depressed, I am HAPPY! I'm still stressed out, sure, and worrying over money issues, but right now, I am truely in a good mood for the first time in a long time. Finally!

The play was a part of something called the Student Showcase, a series of productions put on by the theatre classes at PPCC at the end of every semester. My class did a 20 minute production (which was actually a little long. It was only supposed to be 10-15. Oh well.) called The Ugly Duckling. I played the character of Carlo, who is actually a man, and I had a BLAST! Who knew it would be so fun to play a guy? A stupid guy at that. When asked what has four legs and meows like a cat, my character enthusiastically replies "A dog!" So yeah, it was alot of fun. Plus, it was the first speaking part I've performed in front of my family, which is exciting. They seemed surprised that I could act so well, and I think they may have a little more faith in my decision to major in theatre. That's good, because I need all the encouragement I can get.

My last class was, of course, Theatre. We took one final quiz, wrote a final paper and gave a group hug. The class is usually around an hour and fifteen minutes, but we were only there for about fourty-five minutes. And I got a DVD of the performance we put on. Woot! Yes, I have watched it, and I can't even recognize myself. My voice sounds alot deeper in recordings....how weird is that?

The meeting was only about a half-hour of my advisor/theatre professor telling me what classes I could take now that I've passed English 121, and what classes I still had to take since I haven't passed Math 030. Unfortunately there's alot more math needed to graduate. Well, crap. He also said I could take playwriting if I wanted to this semester. That would mean taking Acting I and Playwriting instead of English 122, which I am seriously concidering. I liked English this semester but that was only because the teacher ROCKED! Other english teachers at PPCC are so frickin' serious about their subject, I mean to the point that they become Nazis. It's rediculous! Oh, well, maybe playwriting will be different...

And Spamalot on Sunday=TOTAL EXCITEMENT!!

Spamalot is the musical version of the very stupid and funny movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I like musicals so much that I like Spamalot better than Holy Grail. Many Pythonites out there probably want to hurt me now, but that's just me!

Anyway, I got a new outfit consisting of a cute little dress and shoes with heels higher and thinner than anything I've ever worn in my life. Hopefully I won't die while walking around. I'm not exactly coordinated while walking in heels. Oh, crap and I just thought of this: I've never made it through a date with this guy without making an ass out of myself... The first time we met, Poppa took Momma, me and him out to lunch, where I promptly dropped a fry in my drink, squirted katsup all over the table, and dribbled soda on myself. When the two of us went to lunch last week, I dropped my straw wrapper in my drink, squirted bbq sauce all over the table, and dribbled soda on myself. Now I've gotta walk in heels in front of him. Oh, this should be fun...

Anyway, just thought I'd catch everyone up on my life. Not that anyone really reads this blog...

Gotta go. It's almost noon and I'm not dressed. Jeeze, last week at this time I was in class! This is gonna take some getting used to!

Job Woes

Poppa keeps asking me if I will go to Texas with him and Momma if they decide to move there. I keep saying I don't know, because honestly, I don't. I don't want to move out of Colorado Springs, but I don't want to stay here by myself because I can't find a job and move into an apartment. Also, I've found reasons to stay here a little longer...

Of course, I know that they'll eventually have to sell the house. It sucks, but it's going to happen. Momma says that there's no real reason to stay here because Poppa can't find a good truck driving job, and because driving is what he's done for the last 15 years, it's really all he knows how to do. It's the only job he's got any credentials for, but apparently Colorado seems to think they don't need truck drivers at all. Yeah, good luck getting EVERYTHING you need without semi trucks bringing them to you!! I mean, really, how dumb is that concept? On Thursday, I heard some chick say that she hated semi trucks because she was being stupid and almost hit one, and was wondering why we needed them anyway. Typical Colorado Springs mentality nowadays.

I've been applying for jobs all over the fricken city, but apparently I don't fit the "criteria" of what they're looking for in an employee. What the hell does that mean I don't fit the criteria? What criteria are they looking for? In the same week Target is asking Tinkerbelle to start training for work early because they don't have enough employees, I get a letter from them saying I didn't get a job. They want her to start two weeks early because of a lack of employees, and I'm not what they're looking for? Tell me how that makes any sense whatsoever!! I mean, I've done cashier work before, and I'm a polite person. It makes no sense to me at all why I can't find a job in this town.

Maybe it wouldn't piss me off so much, except for the fact that I've filled something like 20 applications out for Target in the last 2 years, and nothing. Tinkerbelle is the same. On the day she got the job, she was in a mood and put under the ethnicity line that she was of Hispanic decent. Not two days later, she got a call saying she'd got the job. 20 applications in 2 years and she gets the job after putting Hispanic down on the ethnicity line? No, nuh-uh, that's bull! I'm sorry, but I think that we should have been able to sue Target for racism! Unfortunately we didn't have any proof and she got the job, so there was no real reason to do it. But as I said before, I was there with her when we filled out the apps, and I put Caucasian under the ethnicity line. The result: another rejection letter.

Poppa told me that if I could get a job and pay him some rent we could be one step closer to saving the house. Unfortunatly everyone in this city is ignorant and won't hire a loyal employee with good work ethic. Every time I walk into a store nowadays, everyone is just standing around doing God knows what while I'm waiting for someone to check me out (sounds wrong, I know). I can tell you right now, that I was always there for a customer even if I was doing something else at the time they came to the register. Both Tinkerbelle and I have good work experience and great work ethic, and we've not once shown up late or taken sick days without being sick. And we're always there for the customers. Why can she get a job and I can't?

I've filled out applications on craigslist in NYC just to see if I could get a job there, and already I've recieved 2 letters of interest from two employers out there. They're willing to do a phone or webcam interview with me whenever I'm available!!! How can it be that I can get job offers from a city 2,000 miles away, but no one here will even give me the time of day. Over 100 applications filled out around Colorado Springs, and not even an interview. No more than 6 from NYC employers and 2 are willing to interview with me after a week. Tell me how that makes any sense? Maybe I'll just work and live out there. I wanted to anyways, but not so soon. I would have liked to finish school first, but I'm not sure if I would be qualified to. Hint of sarcasm there.

OK, I'm done ranting now. I've got lines to study and a dance to practice. I need to get offline and try to get an education. I guess I'll worry about getting a job later...

What Broadway Character am I most like?

From Hairspray. I don't see it, but does anyone else?? Oh, well...