kyle hemingway

that’s probably a lie. i see them anyway.

so then what do i do? go get coffee with timothy gannon and unload on him. i do feel bad for timothy. because i hate romantic comedies. they fuck with me. lots. because they give me unrealistic expectations of what men should do. as their title suggests, they romanticize life into something that it could never possibly hope to be in a high comedy fashion, creating zany never - could - happen - in - real - life - but - trick - you - into - thinking - they - could situations and giving you false hope that your future could indeed include a quaint cottage in surrey with jude law. or even better, a palatial home in los angeles with sensitive composer jack black.

fuckers.

no such fate awaits any of us. the best we can do is muddle through life being bitter, someday realizing that we need to stop supporting the romantic comedy as a genre. we should support other things, like… the harry potter franchise. a recut of the lord of the rings trilogy. hell, finding nemo 2: nemo gets lost for another fucking time. things that are blatantly fantasy, as opposed to fantasy cleverly disguised as real life therefore once again tricking you into thinking it can happen to you.

yes.

i am done.

i had 5 cups of coffee with tim tonight. i’m clearly not in a proper frame of mind to exist.

i love you all.

gosh, i hate it when i do this to myself.

anyway, moving along, i suppose that this time of year is when we’re supposed to reflect on the year that we’re leaving behind and resolve to correct all of the mistakes we made in it in the upcoming one. as much as i’d love to do that, i’m sure that the list of my mistakes for the past year is far too great to dive head first into and i’m sufficiently sure i won’t be making some of them again. but, in the spirit of the season, i’ll make some resolutions and see if i actually stick to them.

1. learn to be content with myself.
2. audition for more stuff.
3. figure out how to tell people “no”.
4. read a new book each month.
5. learn php.
6. stop using pirated software? (just kidding)

so some parts of that sounds a little more difficult than others. i do hope that i succeed. i’ve got to get off my ass this year. i need to own this year. i’ve enjoyed giving tours about other people for an entire year this semester, without breaking for summer. i want to be one of those people whose accomplishments get mentioned instead of one of those people who mentions the accomplishments of others.

i’d also like to start something this new year that i attempted to start two years ago and failed at miserably. the mother of a very good friend of mine always kept a diary, and at the end of each entry she would list five things she was thankful for that day. i’m going to try to end each entry here with a short list like that as opposed to a haiku (as i often used to do when i was still living over at frickawhat.net). it might take a while to get into the groove but i do hope to make it a permanent practice.

so i suppose this is a good place to end this entry, and i’ll begin with my first list, because i am thankful for:

1. having a car during this winter break.
2. this evening in providence with ed so i didn’t have to spend another night with my laptop and a cat that hates me.
3. “konstantine” by something corporate.
4. john oliveira.
5. being in a show.

and with that, it’s bedtime. goodnight, moon.

i made fucking dean’s list!

first time ever.

SO HAPPY!
that is all.

first of all, the statement in the title of this entry is completely crazy to me. i have no idea why they are giving him this honor. anyway, there was a medley of songs he had something to do with at the ceremony and i was lucky enough to catch a telecast of it. with a little help from the fabulous arianne decerb, i’ll give you guys a play by play.

jesus christ superstar
they did the title number from this show, performed by a black man in an ankle-length white coat with a chorus of backup dancers in different levels of formal/beaded ditties. it was horribly over-lit. everything got washed out. i wasn’t quite sure what to do with this one.

sunset boulevard
poor, poor christine ebersole. that’s all i have to say. i can’t even.

evita
that crazed south american woman playing eva peron in the west end revival of “evita” headed up the “buenos aires” number with the same chorus of oddly-clad dancers from the “superstar” number. half the time i was distracted by her accent, and the other half of that time i was distracted with that sandpaper sound your vocal chords make when you’re singing with bad technique. put those two halves together and if i didn’t already know the words to the song i would have thought she was having a seizure. in a bad wig. doing acrobatics.

phantom of the opera
josh groban had the unfortunate pleasure of enchanting viewers with a rousing rendition of “music of the night”. yeah. him? ok. the song? not ok. he made the high notes seem like they took effort to send out. that was far too exaggerated for me.

cats
what ALW tribute would be complete without this iconic show? i’m sure you recall it, the one with the unitards and fur? yes. that one. original cast member betty buckley stepped into the spotlight and began (what else) “memory”. then, during the bridge, the show’s narrator introduced original west end cast member… are you ready for this? …sarah brightman. yes. that sarah brightman. the heffer. with the teeth. she sang some of the song and then let betty finish it off, admitting defeat to betty’s belt. but something was wrong with betty’s belt. “that’s totally not a d flat,” exclaimed north america’s most noted “cats” scholar, arianne decerb. “that sounded like a b. a b. fucking christ.” i wasn’t personally able to identify the actual note betty hit but it certainly wasn’t the one she was aiming for. this was a very sad end to the medley.

the entire cast of this lovely montage of songs came back on for a company bow as the camera intercut shots of ALW sobbing and singing along, blowing kisses to his ex-wife, the usual.

this man should be shot. plain and simple. not given a cute little medal on a rainbow ribbon from the kennedy center. shame on you, kennedy center. shame.

actually, no picture frame wire, it gives me calluses and blisters. i am a delicate flower.

so, i guess i need to get back into this blogging mindset. what does one write about in a blog? i suppose i’ll update the world on what happens in my life. and give the world my opinions on happenings in it. and review things that i see to let you know whether or not they are worth your time.

and such.

so here i sit, in swansea, waiting to get back to boston. i get to go up tomorrow night for “i sing” rehearsal, but then i’m coming back here the same night and spending until new year’s here.

hopefully i’ll see dreamgirls before i leave.

much love.

merry christmas, everyone.

i’ve just set up my new blog in preparation for the new year, in which i do plan on blogging quite frequently. the theme sort of sucks right now but expect that to change in the coming weeks.

much love to you all.