"Do you have the wing?"
~Impressive Clergyman, The Princess Bride
I just found out via Facebook this week that two more of my friends are engaged! This super-sweet guy I know from high school...and it's really awesome that he popped the question. I'm very happy for him. And a girl I knew from various campus activities in college. And she is one of the nicest people I know, so of course I'm happy for her.
But are you kidding me?!
Who ISN'T engaged, or married? Oh, that's right. Me! And the thing is, I'm not in a hurry for that to happen; I'm enjoying this whole experience of living on my own, focusing on getting my career started, making new friends, and trying to do some growing up in preparation for being ready for whomever I end up marrying someday. It's not like I go around all day looking at my left hand and feeling like something is missing there. It's just that every time I find out about another friend getting engaged, married, or having a baby, I get this little pang in my heart--"I want that!" It's like when you see someone with a dog. I want a dog. But I don't think about it 24-7. I do think about it when I see someone with a dog. And I know that's something I want eventually, not right at this very moment, but hopefully within a matter of years.
It's just kind of funny; I'm one of the oldest in my graduating class, so I was the first one to have everything happen to me. I was always sort of leading the way with those little landmarks of life. But now it seems like I'm the one watching it happen to everyone else. Like everyone else is driving around in new cars and I'm still waiting to get my driver's license. It's like playing a board game, and you keep having to skip a turn while everyone else is getting way ahead and winning.
Anyway, this isn't something I worry about a ton. It's just like a little alarm goes off each time I find out someone else is moving on to that next spot on the board. If only I could roll a 2 or a 5!!! No, just kidding, I don't even know of any games that make you skip a turn until you roll a 2 or a 5. But sometimes it does feel that way. I know I just need to keep doing what I'm doing, be patient, be wise, pray about it, and enjoy my present circumstances, because if I try to blast past this part of my life I know I will regret it later.
Things are better now than they've ever been. I don't want to come off as anxious or discontented with where I am in life right now. I know that the things I'm experiencing right now are not too big or too small, but "just right," and I'm so thankful for that. Actually, I feel like I have a sense of clarity and self-awareness that I haven't had in a long time. I feel more and more like I know who I am, and what I'm about. I know when I started this blog I felt kind of lost in several aspects of my life. But now it just seems like things are lining up...like, rather than me trying to force all the pieces to fit, I'm just being true to myself and they are fitting where they are supposed to. And that gives me great hope in the future. I think great things are ahead!
But I swear, if I have to hear about one more engagement...
Just kiddin'.
Until later!
lis
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
why life should be a musical
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.
~Gustav Mahler
Lately I don't feel like saying anything...I just feel like copy-and-pasting lyrics to songs I hear. I just seem to keep finding the perfect sentiments in the words and notes of songs.
You know how sometimes you feel something in such a way that you can't find the right words? In the past week, I have found myself uselessly repeating the phrases, "I can't articulate," "you don't know how much," and "I can't even say..." Words are failing me. Miserably. And I usually am able to use my words with great success!
I wish I could write music, but it's not a talent of mine. I can sing, feel, enjoy it though, and I'm glad that since I can't express myself, someone else has done it for me. Luckily I have other people's songs to sing. They've created a soundtrack to my life.
And that's why life should be a musical...our thoughts could be the lyrics. Our stories could be the ballads. Our smiles, the choreography. Our conversations, the duets.
I mean I got so excited about something someone said today that I literally couldn't control myself. There wasn't a word for it and all I could do was basically hit myself in the leg. Weird, but it had to come out somehow. If life were a musical, that would've been the moment I started dancing. People think musicals are unrealistic because people spontaneously jump up and sing or dance, but it's not that much of a stretch. I wish that's what we really did! Sometimes I think it would be easier than trying to search our vocabularies (and it would be more fun too!).
But until the world decides to learn the music and the dances to my life, I'll borrow the notes and make up the steps. I'll sing in the shower and dance in the living room. And if an orchestra and a chorus magically appear, so be it!
Until later!
Lis
It's a lovely day today
So whatever you've got to do
You've got a lovely day to do it in, that's true
And I hope whatever you've got to do
Is something that can be done by two
For I'd really like to stay
It's a lovely day today
And whatever you've got to do
I'd be so happy to be doing it with you
But if you've got something that must be done
And it can only be done by one
There is nothing more to say
Except it's a lovely day for saying
It's a lovely day
~Irving Berlin
~Gustav Mahler
Lately I don't feel like saying anything...I just feel like copy-and-pasting lyrics to songs I hear. I just seem to keep finding the perfect sentiments in the words and notes of songs.
You know how sometimes you feel something in such a way that you can't find the right words? In the past week, I have found myself uselessly repeating the phrases, "I can't articulate," "you don't know how much," and "I can't even say..." Words are failing me. Miserably. And I usually am able to use my words with great success!
I wish I could write music, but it's not a talent of mine. I can sing, feel, enjoy it though, and I'm glad that since I can't express myself, someone else has done it for me. Luckily I have other people's songs to sing. They've created a soundtrack to my life.
And that's why life should be a musical...our thoughts could be the lyrics. Our stories could be the ballads. Our smiles, the choreography. Our conversations, the duets.
I mean I got so excited about something someone said today that I literally couldn't control myself. There wasn't a word for it and all I could do was basically hit myself in the leg. Weird, but it had to come out somehow. If life were a musical, that would've been the moment I started dancing. People think musicals are unrealistic because people spontaneously jump up and sing or dance, but it's not that much of a stretch. I wish that's what we really did! Sometimes I think it would be easier than trying to search our vocabularies (and it would be more fun too!).
But until the world decides to learn the music and the dances to my life, I'll borrow the notes and make up the steps. I'll sing in the shower and dance in the living room. And if an orchestra and a chorus magically appear, so be it!
Until later!
Lis
It's a lovely day today
So whatever you've got to do
You've got a lovely day to do it in, that's true
And I hope whatever you've got to do
Is something that can be done by two
For I'd really like to stay
It's a lovely day today
And whatever you've got to do
I'd be so happy to be doing it with you
But if you've got something that must be done
And it can only be done by one
There is nothing more to say
Except it's a lovely day for saying
It's a lovely day
~Irving Berlin
Thursday, March 13, 2008
New Shoes
Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything is right
I said hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling
It's so inviting
Oh, short on money
But long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late and I don't need an excuse to wear in my brand new shoes
~"New Shoes" by Paolo Nutini
I heard that song yesterday morning and decided it pretty much sums up my life right now.
I can't believe the way things have turned around in about...well, just about exactly three months. I went from being all sad and lonely to being happy just being on my own, which was good because it reminded me of all the confidence and pride I have in myself. And then once I had gotten back to my old self, one by one God kind of placed these people around me in different parts of my life to help me move forward.
And yesterday it was in the 50s outside, which is really warm for this time of year and the beast of a winter we've been having, and I heard birds chirping outside my window when I got home from work, and the sun shone through the windows during my exercise class, I got to drive around with the windows down, I didn't have to wear a coat, and I saw a pair of geese waddling by the side of the road on my way back from the gym, and I had a conversation about food and dream jobs...chalk it up a great day!
And as for new shoes, I actually did buy some recently. They are the exact same as my favorite old pair of shoes, which were starting to fall apart...probably because they were my favorites! I just got another pair just like 'em...and I'm wearing them right now!
So I really do have my new shoes on...and suddenly everything is right.
And suddenly everything is right
I said hey, I put some new shoes on and everybody's smiling
It's so inviting
Oh, short on money
But long on time
Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine
And I'm running late and I don't need an excuse to wear in my brand new shoes
~"New Shoes" by Paolo Nutini
I heard that song yesterday morning and decided it pretty much sums up my life right now.
I can't believe the way things have turned around in about...well, just about exactly three months. I went from being all sad and lonely to being happy just being on my own, which was good because it reminded me of all the confidence and pride I have in myself. And then once I had gotten back to my old self, one by one God kind of placed these people around me in different parts of my life to help me move forward.
And yesterday it was in the 50s outside, which is really warm for this time of year and the beast of a winter we've been having, and I heard birds chirping outside my window when I got home from work, and the sun shone through the windows during my exercise class, I got to drive around with the windows down, I didn't have to wear a coat, and I saw a pair of geese waddling by the side of the road on my way back from the gym, and I had a conversation about food and dream jobs...chalk it up a great day!
And as for new shoes, I actually did buy some recently. They are the exact same as my favorite old pair of shoes, which were starting to fall apart...probably because they were my favorites! I just got another pair just like 'em...and I'm wearing them right now!
So I really do have my new shoes on...and suddenly everything is right.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
get me outta here...
Story Time!
*Warning* This story is as pointless as the things that happen in it.
(Makes you wanna keep reading, huh?)
OK, the first thing you need to know is that this story begins at the end of my shift, after the show, when I'm getting tired and hungry, which equals cranky. And I'm probably crankier than usual this week because I put myself on a healthier diet that includes eating that Special K stuff for breakfast when I get home from work. And to be extra-good, I've even been following the serving size on the box.
Little-known fact: The serving size for a bowl of Special K is 3/4 of a cup! Do you know how much cereal that is? Let's put it this way--it's not enough to cover the bottom of one of my big red cereal bowls (which, by the way, I used to fill to the brim with Lucky Charms). I actually started using these little 1-cup bowls I found in my closet so I wouldn't get so depressed eating so little cereal. I'm actually starting to wonder if people losing weight from eating this stuff has more to do with the serving size than the ingredients.
So being hungry and looking forward to a bitty bowl of cereal probably makes me more irritable than I would be otherwise.
After the morning news show, we do two live news cut-ins on the half-hours. We tape the cut-ins, and then during the next two half-hours, we just run the tape, since the anchors have to go out on story assignments the rest of the morning. All of our video runs off of a digital server, so after we've recorded both cut-ins, we have to dub the tape into a digital editing program, then send it to the server. Once that is done, I get to go home.
So I went to dump the cut-ins into the server, and every time I tried to play the tape, the tape deck stopped and flashed up this error message on the monitor. I tried and tried, over and over, to no avail. There are only two dubbing decks in the whole station, so when one is broken, you had better hope and pray the other one works.
The other one is in the sports office, so I went in there anticipating disaster because THAT deck had been broken the week before. Thankfully, though, it was working today, and I finally was able to send the cut-ins to the server.
I then decided to be a good employee and take the time to fill out an equipment report, which is what you do when you want the engineers to fix something. So I went down the hall, grabbed a form, and filled it out. Usually I just tape the forms to the engineering door, but I couldn't find any tape in the control room or production office nearby, so I went BACK down the hallway to grab a piece of tape from the newsroom.
Both tape dispensers on the producer desks were empty.
Have you ever heard the rule, "You kill it, you fill it?" Well, it's a little common courtesy I once heard at camp, and unlike other things I learned there like how to use a compass and how to make a splint for a broken leg, I have applied the Kill-Fill rule later in life.
But I guess no one at the TV station ever went to camp. Or maybe they did, but they weren't paying attention at lunch.
Anyway, I sighed, picked up both tape dispensers, and took them to the front lobby to get some more tape out of the supply closet. I filled the first and was headed to the second when I realized the little spool that the roll of tape is supposed to sit on was missing.
*Sigh.*
So I found a paperclip, re-bent it to fit between the grooves on either side of the tape dispenser, and slid it through the middle of the roll of tape. Voila. I'm no MacGyver, but I am a bit of a makeshift mechanic when I have to be.
I took the tape dispensers back to the newsroom. I put a piece of tape on the equipment form. I went down the hall. I stuck the form to the door. I grabbed my stuff from the newsroom on my way back toward the lobby, hoping the receptionist had refilled the candy dish and that there would be a big, fat Reese's cup on top just for me.
"No chocolate," said the receptionist. Dang. I settled for a couple of Laffy Taffy (banana flavored, of course!) and headed out the door at last.
When I got to my car, there was frost all over the windows.
*Sigh*
I hate scraping off my car. I know, I live in Indiana, and I should be used to it by now, but I still hate doing it. Plus, I didn't have any gloves, so the chipped-away frost turned into snow all over my hands. Cold and annoying!
I finally got in my car and dug for what I knew was in my purse--one cream-colored glove. As is the custom every winter, the glove's match had developed a hole in one of the fingers and then disappeared altogether, probably to be found sometime in late July. I didn't care; I pulled a Michael Jackson and donned the one white glove on the hand that was the coldest. As I shoved my other hand deep in my coat pocket and pulled out of the parking lot, I wondered if my fellow Hoosier native had originated his one-glove look on a chilly Gary, Indiana morning when he was scraping off his car.
Oh, by the way, I did end up running a story about the space shuttle taking off this morning, and it was awesome. One of my anchors made fun of me for geeking out about it (and Deuce, if you're reading this, don't deny it!), but I don't care. Maybe it's because my alma mater is the Cradle of Astronauts. Maybe it's just because space is AWESOME! Whatever. I was proud of it and that's all that matters to me right now.
I'm going to bed.
Happy ramblings...
Lis
*Warning* This story is as pointless as the things that happen in it.
(Makes you wanna keep reading, huh?)
OK, the first thing you need to know is that this story begins at the end of my shift, after the show, when I'm getting tired and hungry, which equals cranky. And I'm probably crankier than usual this week because I put myself on a healthier diet that includes eating that Special K stuff for breakfast when I get home from work. And to be extra-good, I've even been following the serving size on the box.
Little-known fact: The serving size for a bowl of Special K is 3/4 of a cup! Do you know how much cereal that is? Let's put it this way--it's not enough to cover the bottom of one of my big red cereal bowls (which, by the way, I used to fill to the brim with Lucky Charms). I actually started using these little 1-cup bowls I found in my closet so I wouldn't get so depressed eating so little cereal. I'm actually starting to wonder if people losing weight from eating this stuff has more to do with the serving size than the ingredients.
So being hungry and looking forward to a bitty bowl of cereal probably makes me more irritable than I would be otherwise.
After the morning news show, we do two live news cut-ins on the half-hours. We tape the cut-ins, and then during the next two half-hours, we just run the tape, since the anchors have to go out on story assignments the rest of the morning. All of our video runs off of a digital server, so after we've recorded both cut-ins, we have to dub the tape into a digital editing program, then send it to the server. Once that is done, I get to go home.
So I went to dump the cut-ins into the server, and every time I tried to play the tape, the tape deck stopped and flashed up this error message on the monitor. I tried and tried, over and over, to no avail. There are only two dubbing decks in the whole station, so when one is broken, you had better hope and pray the other one works.
The other one is in the sports office, so I went in there anticipating disaster because THAT deck had been broken the week before. Thankfully, though, it was working today, and I finally was able to send the cut-ins to the server.
I then decided to be a good employee and take the time to fill out an equipment report, which is what you do when you want the engineers to fix something. So I went down the hall, grabbed a form, and filled it out. Usually I just tape the forms to the engineering door, but I couldn't find any tape in the control room or production office nearby, so I went BACK down the hallway to grab a piece of tape from the newsroom.
Both tape dispensers on the producer desks were empty.
Have you ever heard the rule, "You kill it, you fill it?" Well, it's a little common courtesy I once heard at camp, and unlike other things I learned there like how to use a compass and how to make a splint for a broken leg, I have applied the Kill-Fill rule later in life.
But I guess no one at the TV station ever went to camp. Or maybe they did, but they weren't paying attention at lunch.
Anyway, I sighed, picked up both tape dispensers, and took them to the front lobby to get some more tape out of the supply closet. I filled the first and was headed to the second when I realized the little spool that the roll of tape is supposed to sit on was missing.
*Sigh.*
So I found a paperclip, re-bent it to fit between the grooves on either side of the tape dispenser, and slid it through the middle of the roll of tape. Voila. I'm no MacGyver, but I am a bit of a makeshift mechanic when I have to be.
I took the tape dispensers back to the newsroom. I put a piece of tape on the equipment form. I went down the hall. I stuck the form to the door. I grabbed my stuff from the newsroom on my way back toward the lobby, hoping the receptionist had refilled the candy dish and that there would be a big, fat Reese's cup on top just for me.
"No chocolate," said the receptionist. Dang. I settled for a couple of Laffy Taffy (banana flavored, of course!) and headed out the door at last.
When I got to my car, there was frost all over the windows.
*Sigh*
I hate scraping off my car. I know, I live in Indiana, and I should be used to it by now, but I still hate doing it. Plus, I didn't have any gloves, so the chipped-away frost turned into snow all over my hands. Cold and annoying!
I finally got in my car and dug for what I knew was in my purse--one cream-colored glove. As is the custom every winter, the glove's match had developed a hole in one of the fingers and then disappeared altogether, probably to be found sometime in late July. I didn't care; I pulled a Michael Jackson and donned the one white glove on the hand that was the coldest. As I shoved my other hand deep in my coat pocket and pulled out of the parking lot, I wondered if my fellow Hoosier native had originated his one-glove look on a chilly Gary, Indiana morning when he was scraping off his car.
Oh, by the way, I did end up running a story about the space shuttle taking off this morning, and it was awesome. One of my anchors made fun of me for geeking out about it (and Deuce, if you're reading this, don't deny it!), but I don't care. Maybe it's because my alma mater is the Cradle of Astronauts. Maybe it's just because space is AWESOME! Whatever. I was proud of it and that's all that matters to me right now.
I'm going to bed.
Happy ramblings...
Lis
Random Thoughts from the Newsroom...
I'm so distracted tonight at work...so even though I should be writing bumps and teases by now, I'm taking a little "break" to share a couple of random thoughts...
Why it's fun working at a TV station:
I have a police scanner next to my desk so I can hear if something happens, like a fire, traffic accident, or robbery. And this one officer must be rolling around town with his radio on, because every time he gets on the scanner, I hear a different snippet of a song. The first one was, "We could go to the slums..." and the next one was, "Last dance with Mary Jane..." If I hear Miley Cyrus the next time, I will pee myself. Just imagine a cop rolling through the streets listening to Miley Cyrus. That girl is on the radio every fifteen minutes. And if they're not playing her music, they're talking about her.
Want to know some police scanner jargon? 10-50 is the code for traffic accident. 10-56 means "intoxicated pedestrian" (I hear that one a lot from the campus police), and 10-16 means "domestic trouble." That one happens a lot. It's crazy the stuff that goes on while people should be sleeping.
One of last night's stories was a dog attack, which is not funny. But what is funny is that I had to laugh because it reminded me of the first news story Ron Burgundy reads in the movie Anchorman..."A La Jolla man clings to life after being attacked by a pack of wild dogs at an abandoned pool.." I don't think I'm going to run that story.
I got to watch a live feed of the shuttle this morning. I taped it so hopefully we can use it this morning. I don't think we publicize NASA as much as we should. People remember that crazy Depends-wearing, homicidal astronaut lady better than they remember any recent space endeavors in the past couple years. Movies like Apollo 13 make me want to put space back in the spotlight, so people will get excited about it like they did in the 60s.
On the assignment board in front of me, it says one of my anchors has to go cover a story this morning about "eggs and issues"...that could mean so many things that I'm not even going to guess.
Lisa's recipe for Breakroom Mocha
Grab a styrofoam cup and fill it halfway with breakroom coffee.
Add two packages of Swiss Miss (the kind with the tiny marshmallows if ya got it).
Top off cup with more breakroom coffee.
Stir and enjoy! Caution, it's hot!
Ok, that's it. I'm getting back to work. I'll let the rest of my thoughts barrel around in the back of my head for now!
Why it's fun working at a TV station:
I have a police scanner next to my desk so I can hear if something happens, like a fire, traffic accident, or robbery. And this one officer must be rolling around town with his radio on, because every time he gets on the scanner, I hear a different snippet of a song. The first one was, "We could go to the slums..." and the next one was, "Last dance with Mary Jane..." If I hear Miley Cyrus the next time, I will pee myself. Just imagine a cop rolling through the streets listening to Miley Cyrus. That girl is on the radio every fifteen minutes. And if they're not playing her music, they're talking about her.
Want to know some police scanner jargon? 10-50 is the code for traffic accident. 10-56 means "intoxicated pedestrian" (I hear that one a lot from the campus police), and 10-16 means "domestic trouble." That one happens a lot. It's crazy the stuff that goes on while people should be sleeping.
One of last night's stories was a dog attack, which is not funny. But what is funny is that I had to laugh because it reminded me of the first news story Ron Burgundy reads in the movie Anchorman..."A La Jolla man clings to life after being attacked by a pack of wild dogs at an abandoned pool.." I don't think I'm going to run that story.
I got to watch a live feed of the shuttle this morning. I taped it so hopefully we can use it this morning. I don't think we publicize NASA as much as we should. People remember that crazy Depends-wearing, homicidal astronaut lady better than they remember any recent space endeavors in the past couple years. Movies like Apollo 13 make me want to put space back in the spotlight, so people will get excited about it like they did in the 60s.
On the assignment board in front of me, it says one of my anchors has to go cover a story this morning about "eggs and issues"...that could mean so many things that I'm not even going to guess.
Lisa's recipe for Breakroom Mocha
Grab a styrofoam cup and fill it halfway with breakroom coffee.
Add two packages of Swiss Miss (the kind with the tiny marshmallows if ya got it).
Top off cup with more breakroom coffee.
Stir and enjoy! Caution, it's hot!
Ok, that's it. I'm getting back to work. I'll let the rest of my thoughts barrel around in the back of my head for now!
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Stellar Saturday
Today turned out to be a much different day than I expected...
First, I went to an audition workshop for High School Musical, which the Civic Theatre is producing this summer. I am really hoping to do this show, since you may know I'm a teeny bit obsessed with HSM. So I went to this workshop, and here's the thing--looks-wise, I can pass for a high-schooler, but when I start talking, you can tell I'm older. So hopefully I won't get screwed in the casting and I'll get to play a high schooler, not an adult. Because the adults don't sing and dance. Honestly, I'd rather not have a speaking part and be a kid in the background singing and dancing, than have an adult role with lots of lines. But it was so weird because everyone else there was actually IN high school (or middle school) and so they'd be like "what grade are you in?" And I'd be like "Uhhhh...Purdue." Haha. So for the first time I'm having to lie about my age. Not really, though. When you sign up for auditions, you have to write your age down, so there's a big ol' 23 next to my name.
Oh well, hopefully I can still pull it off. I feel like I did really well, actually. My acting came back to me a little, plus I've watched this movie so many times, I felt like I knew what was going on with the lines enough to make some choices about how to play different roles. My dancing was solid, too. I don't think I'll have trouble with the dance auditions. The best part was when we were doing some staged readings with scenes from the script. We had to organize ourselves and assign ourselves to roles, so in the first scene I volunteered to play Ms. Darbus, the eccentric, long-winded drama teacher, because I thought it would be a fun way to loosen up. And they liked it! But again, that's an adult part, so I'm hoping to be cast younger, not older. In the next one, they sort of assigned roles, and put me as Gabriella, who is the female lead...a shy brainiac who wants to try her hand at being onstage. I am not a fan of the character in the movie...she's just too syrupy, but I tried really hard to play her with as much sweetness and integrity as possible, without being a total cheeseball. And then they had us go back in the scene because they wanted to change something about an exchange between two characters, Sharpay (the role I really want!) and Kelsi. And then they were like, "Let's do it again, but Lisa come over here and be Sharpay."
Yes!!!!!
Even if I don't get the part in the show, I am just so happy that I got to play her in this one scene...because it's one of my favorite scenes in the movie. Basically, Sharpay is a spoiled brat who controls the drama club and always gets the lead roles. Kelsi is the show's composer, a very softspoken, meek individual. And in this scene, Sharpay basically lets Kelsi have it for even suggesting that Sharpay may not land the lead this time.
And I got to do that scene! It was so fun! And I feel like I did really well!
I will say that it's funny coming back into a theatre setting after so long. By the end of high school, I was friends with so many people in drama that it really felt like a little family. But I had almost forgotten how much of an outsider you feel like when you first encounter a new drama group. It was like being in 7th grade and trying out for my high school's production of "The Nutcracker" all over again...the directors are super-warm and friendly to the people who obviously have been involved before, and there's no sort of trying to treat everyone the same. It's almost like all the inside jokes are aired out in front of everyone with no regard for the new people who have no idea what the jokes mean. Then all the directors keep telling you to be bigger, give more, and that the weirder it feels, the better. There's certainly no effort to try to make people feel less intimidated or more included. Basically, the point of drama is to make you as uncomfortable as possible.
But I know that the great thing is, once you get to know those people, you get really close to them and by showtime, you really DO feel like a family. I think it's just important to remember how it feels to come join a family full of people you know nothing about.
But anyway, auditions are in May, so I'll keep you updated!
Also, I caught up with someone I should've been talking to more in the past few years...we probably talked on the phone for a couple of hours, and the more we talked the more I felt so blessed to have someone I can relate to about so many things. Then I was on the phone with my dad for like three hours after that, trying to figure out how to get some video converting software on my computer. Then I got a message from the female sports anchor wanting to grab dinner, since she was done at the station. Then it turned into a little station girls' night out. We had said female sports anchor, the weekend anchor, a reporter, the weekend meteorologist, and me, the morning producer. We were rolling deep. We went for dinner and then hopped across the street for a couple drinks. And it was so fun! And now I'm home, pooped for the day and ready to crash.
Until you read again!
Lis
First, I went to an audition workshop for High School Musical, which the Civic Theatre is producing this summer. I am really hoping to do this show, since you may know I'm a teeny bit obsessed with HSM. So I went to this workshop, and here's the thing--looks-wise, I can pass for a high-schooler, but when I start talking, you can tell I'm older. So hopefully I won't get screwed in the casting and I'll get to play a high schooler, not an adult. Because the adults don't sing and dance. Honestly, I'd rather not have a speaking part and be a kid in the background singing and dancing, than have an adult role with lots of lines. But it was so weird because everyone else there was actually IN high school (or middle school) and so they'd be like "what grade are you in?" And I'd be like "Uhhhh...Purdue." Haha. So for the first time I'm having to lie about my age. Not really, though. When you sign up for auditions, you have to write your age down, so there's a big ol' 23 next to my name.
Oh well, hopefully I can still pull it off. I feel like I did really well, actually. My acting came back to me a little, plus I've watched this movie so many times, I felt like I knew what was going on with the lines enough to make some choices about how to play different roles. My dancing was solid, too. I don't think I'll have trouble with the dance auditions. The best part was when we were doing some staged readings with scenes from the script. We had to organize ourselves and assign ourselves to roles, so in the first scene I volunteered to play Ms. Darbus, the eccentric, long-winded drama teacher, because I thought it would be a fun way to loosen up. And they liked it! But again, that's an adult part, so I'm hoping to be cast younger, not older. In the next one, they sort of assigned roles, and put me as Gabriella, who is the female lead...a shy brainiac who wants to try her hand at being onstage. I am not a fan of the character in the movie...she's just too syrupy, but I tried really hard to play her with as much sweetness and integrity as possible, without being a total cheeseball. And then they had us go back in the scene because they wanted to change something about an exchange between two characters, Sharpay (the role I really want!) and Kelsi. And then they were like, "Let's do it again, but Lisa come over here and be Sharpay."
Yes!!!!!
Even if I don't get the part in the show, I am just so happy that I got to play her in this one scene...because it's one of my favorite scenes in the movie. Basically, Sharpay is a spoiled brat who controls the drama club and always gets the lead roles. Kelsi is the show's composer, a very softspoken, meek individual. And in this scene, Sharpay basically lets Kelsi have it for even suggesting that Sharpay may not land the lead this time.
And I got to do that scene! It was so fun! And I feel like I did really well!
I will say that it's funny coming back into a theatre setting after so long. By the end of high school, I was friends with so many people in drama that it really felt like a little family. But I had almost forgotten how much of an outsider you feel like when you first encounter a new drama group. It was like being in 7th grade and trying out for my high school's production of "The Nutcracker" all over again...the directors are super-warm and friendly to the people who obviously have been involved before, and there's no sort of trying to treat everyone the same. It's almost like all the inside jokes are aired out in front of everyone with no regard for the new people who have no idea what the jokes mean. Then all the directors keep telling you to be bigger, give more, and that the weirder it feels, the better. There's certainly no effort to try to make people feel less intimidated or more included. Basically, the point of drama is to make you as uncomfortable as possible.
But I know that the great thing is, once you get to know those people, you get really close to them and by showtime, you really DO feel like a family. I think it's just important to remember how it feels to come join a family full of people you know nothing about.
But anyway, auditions are in May, so I'll keep you updated!
Also, I caught up with someone I should've been talking to more in the past few years...we probably talked on the phone for a couple of hours, and the more we talked the more I felt so blessed to have someone I can relate to about so many things. Then I was on the phone with my dad for like three hours after that, trying to figure out how to get some video converting software on my computer. Then I got a message from the female sports anchor wanting to grab dinner, since she was done at the station. Then it turned into a little station girls' night out. We had said female sports anchor, the weekend anchor, a reporter, the weekend meteorologist, and me, the morning producer. We were rolling deep. We went for dinner and then hopped across the street for a couple drinks. And it was so fun! And now I'm home, pooped for the day and ready to crash.
Until you read again!
Lis
Friday, March 7, 2008
a lot of crazy
Oh my gosh...I just read this blog post by a friend of mine and it was saying a lot of stuff that I totally relate to right now. He was saying that he felt like everyone he knew was getting engaged or married, and did he miss the boat, and how hard it is to have faith that God will take care of it.
Well, I started to reply on his blog with a comment, and it turned into a really LONG comment, and then I realized I was letting out a lot of crazy, so I decided that all this crazy belonged on my blog, not his! So here it is...
There are all these girls I know from the Purduettes who have gotten engaged this year; and some of them are seniors this year...and I remember being a freshman and thinking "I'll probably be engaged by the time I'm getting ready to graduate" and although I don't really have any regrets about how I spent my time in college, I kind of have that feeling of "point of no return" where it's like, well I can't meet someone at school anymore because I'm not AT school; I'm not IN this incubator full of people my age. It might be weird to date someone I work with, and anyway it's not like there are a bunch of single people my age walking around the station. (Actually, pretty much everyone else my age is married or engaged anyway...which just reinforces that feeling of "did I miss something here?")
And it's not like I'm the type of person to go to a bar to meet people...I kind of feel like I want to be friends with someone first so I know what I'm getting into. But then, is that because I am hoping whatever relationship I start to turn into a marriage eventually? Should I think about it that way, or just cool it and try not to look that far forward? And it IS hard to have faith that things will work out...I'm sure God is like, "Lisa, you are screwing this up on your own...just let me handle it." But I think the great part is that He still lets us make these decisions, KNOWING that we're going to make the wrong ones sometimes. It just makes me wonder where everything is headed...I guess I'm excited for whatever lies in store for me. One of my best girls and I used to say all the time that if the relationships we were in weren't meant to be, whatever God has planned for us will be even better...so things can only get better however you look at it! So that makes me optimistic.
An elderly guy who works at the station asks me every couple of weeks if I've gotten a new boyfriend yet. And I always say no. And then he always says, "Well, that's not something you can just go to Walmart and pick off of a shelf, is it?" No, it's not. And then he always says, "But it is one of those things you find when you're not looking for it." Which is so true. I hate pursuing relationships. I love kind of...just discovering them. Or being a little surprised by a turn of events that leads to something I never would've guessed possible.
But it would be nice if I stumbled into something here in the next couple of years...I mean I WOULD like to have kids before I'm 40!
More crazy on the way. Until then!
Lis
Well, I started to reply on his blog with a comment, and it turned into a really LONG comment, and then I realized I was letting out a lot of crazy, so I decided that all this crazy belonged on my blog, not his! So here it is...
There are all these girls I know from the Purduettes who have gotten engaged this year; and some of them are seniors this year...and I remember being a freshman and thinking "I'll probably be engaged by the time I'm getting ready to graduate" and although I don't really have any regrets about how I spent my time in college, I kind of have that feeling of "point of no return" where it's like, well I can't meet someone at school anymore because I'm not AT school; I'm not IN this incubator full of people my age. It might be weird to date someone I work with, and anyway it's not like there are a bunch of single people my age walking around the station. (Actually, pretty much everyone else my age is married or engaged anyway...which just reinforces that feeling of "did I miss something here?")
And it's not like I'm the type of person to go to a bar to meet people...I kind of feel like I want to be friends with someone first so I know what I'm getting into. But then, is that because I am hoping whatever relationship I start to turn into a marriage eventually? Should I think about it that way, or just cool it and try not to look that far forward? And it IS hard to have faith that things will work out...I'm sure God is like, "Lisa, you are screwing this up on your own...just let me handle it." But I think the great part is that He still lets us make these decisions, KNOWING that we're going to make the wrong ones sometimes. It just makes me wonder where everything is headed...I guess I'm excited for whatever lies in store for me. One of my best girls and I used to say all the time that if the relationships we were in weren't meant to be, whatever God has planned for us will be even better...so things can only get better however you look at it! So that makes me optimistic.
An elderly guy who works at the station asks me every couple of weeks if I've gotten a new boyfriend yet. And I always say no. And then he always says, "Well, that's not something you can just go to Walmart and pick off of a shelf, is it?" No, it's not. And then he always says, "But it is one of those things you find when you're not looking for it." Which is so true. I hate pursuing relationships. I love kind of...just discovering them. Or being a little surprised by a turn of events that leads to something I never would've guessed possible.
But it would be nice if I stumbled into something here in the next couple of years...I mean I WOULD like to have kids before I'm 40!
More crazy on the way. Until then!
Lis
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
BB-hind
I'm so behind on my BB recaps that I can't even think about catching up. I'm actually watching it right now...Ryan and Aly are up on the block, so were Matt and Nat but they just won POV, Adam and Sheila are fighting (surpise...), Sharon and Josh are HOH. Nat is throwing herself at Matt, which is kind of--no, REALLY pathetic to watch (why am I watching it?) and OH MY GOSH...Matt is totally playing Sharon, kissing her, blah blah...cut to Matt in diary room saying, "Sharon is playing right into my hands right now." Then cut to Sharon in diary room saying, "That's his plan to romance me? Whatever, I'll play along but this is just a game." Oh wow. That just happened! Sharon even tells Josh about it..."he was all kissing me and I was like 'ok' just playing along." Wow. Wow. People are nuts.
I didn't even watch Sunday night so I don't know what happened...I mean obviously A&A got sent home, and Sharon and Josh won the HOH but that's all I got. And I don't remember what was happening the last time I posted...and I'm too lazy to look...so let's just move on.
More importantly, what's going on in my life right now...
Our female morning anchor had her last day at the station Friday. So now we have a new anchor, who was previously anchoring the weekends. She's doing great, but I know it's overwhelming to change to such a tough schedule...having to be at work at 3:30 in the morning! But she has a great attitude and always puts a smile on her face. I think it'll help that our male anchor, like her, has a young family and understands how hard it is to balance this kind of schedule with a family, so I know he'll be very supportive and a big help to her.
Also, I got a new laptop after my old computer suddenly died. It was really sad, but I can't lie...I love my new lappy! And I actually really like Windows Vista. I just want to use my computer all the time. Also, it's red. So is my mouse. So that is pretty awesome! So pretty. And now when I go home or anywhere, I can take my computer with me!
The downside--I have to go through all my back-up discs and put my files on this new computer. And I know there is a lot of music and stuff I DON'T have backed up, so...that's gonna stink. Although I might have them on my mp3 player...we'll just have to see.
Also, I'm really enjoying the fact that I have a couple of closer friends at the station...people my age I can hang out with, blow off steam with, and relate to. It's awesome.
Ok, so that's the skinny...nothing else new really going on here. Until later!
Lis
I didn't even watch Sunday night so I don't know what happened...I mean obviously A&A got sent home, and Sharon and Josh won the HOH but that's all I got. And I don't remember what was happening the last time I posted...and I'm too lazy to look...so let's just move on.
More importantly, what's going on in my life right now...
Our female morning anchor had her last day at the station Friday. So now we have a new anchor, who was previously anchoring the weekends. She's doing great, but I know it's overwhelming to change to such a tough schedule...having to be at work at 3:30 in the morning! But she has a great attitude and always puts a smile on her face. I think it'll help that our male anchor, like her, has a young family and understands how hard it is to balance this kind of schedule with a family, so I know he'll be very supportive and a big help to her.
Also, I got a new laptop after my old computer suddenly died. It was really sad, but I can't lie...I love my new lappy! And I actually really like Windows Vista. I just want to use my computer all the time. Also, it's red. So is my mouse. So that is pretty awesome! So pretty. And now when I go home or anywhere, I can take my computer with me!
The downside--I have to go through all my back-up discs and put my files on this new computer. And I know there is a lot of music and stuff I DON'T have backed up, so...that's gonna stink. Although I might have them on my mp3 player...we'll just have to see.
Also, I'm really enjoying the fact that I have a couple of closer friends at the station...people my age I can hang out with, blow off steam with, and relate to. It's awesome.
Ok, so that's the skinny...nothing else new really going on here. Until later!
Lis
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