One Year Blog-iversary Post 2(dle)

FIRE! Just kidding. Ha. I haven’t gotten a chance to see Friday Night Lights as of late because of all the rehearsals and such, but maybe I’ll try to watch it when it comes on next week. I don’t think my Grandma Schmidt would have liked a “program” about football in Texas, but maybe. She might have enjoyed a musical about recluses on Long Island though. That’s a little more certain. Gwenners, when are we going to see Grey Gardens? Let’s go soon. You have to watch the documentary first. Dooo iiiiit. Oh, and Gwenners, am I going to be your new gym date on Tuesdays now that Darladiva is never free and now I AM? Let’s work that out (ha). If we stick to it, perhaps we can fit into those cat suits we plan on wearing this Halloween. Perhaps. It’s a goal, anyway. And if we DON’T fit into the cat suits, we can just go as characters from Heroes (cuz that won’t be passé by October). Pshaw! Do you know what the stars say for me today? DO YOU? I’m speaking to all of you now, not just Gwenners.

“Things could be up and down for you today, dear Libra. You might experience some confusion as a result of communications snafus or computer glitches that affect financial issues you are trying to solve. Persevere and you will succeed. Don't be surprised if you are recruited to join a project that is totally new to you. You may be apprehensive at first, but you will do just fine. Go ahead and say yes.”

I hope this means I’m going to be in a threeway or fourgie soon. Do you think that’s what it means? It could also mean that I look like a kangaroo. One never really knows. Do kangaroos have strong livers, because that would be f’ing cool? Macoosh (who first inspired me to be a blogger) don’t you think that would be cool? You know who’s cool? Madame Renea Knight. And why? Because thanks to Macoosh inspiring me, and me inspiring her (she was also inspired by others, but I am taking the credit HERE) MRK now has her own blog. YAYYYYYY.

The last time I went to Marie’s was a lovely time indeed. It provided for a very eventful Sunday morning that was well spent. I don’t think that Joseph Gordon Levitt is Mr. Moodle, but he was a decent Mr. Moodle for right noodle (not Noodle, she will be mentioned in a bit). Also, not Mr. Moodle, it would seem, is Myster Ian. What up with that? Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try, sort of. Well, I just have to hope that Mr. Moodle is here in the best city in the world, New York City. I think that is feasible. Niwa, do you think that is feasible? I mean, you met your Mr. Moodle here. He’s freaking hott. So hott I have to end this post for now...

BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG.

I’m at a plateau with the stupid losing weight thing. It’s annoying. I just can’t seem to get over this hump. I know it’s because I don’t have time for the gym, because of rehearsal, but I have managed to squeeze it in a few times a week, somehow, because I’m crazy. Anyhoo, I wanted to lose weight to squeeze into the dress, but it doesn’t seem that’s going to happen. Maybe by the time the show closes, since I’ll have more time to workout I’ll be svelte again. Blahg.

Ummm, what else? The Office is weird. I really don’t know what my role is, but it seems to be going better than it has, ever, so I’m just going to keep on truckin’.

C9 is going okay. I’m getting closer to the characters. I just need to get off book so I can stop thinking about the lines and think about the intentions. Blahg.

The weather yesterday was glorious (I’m told).

Blahg.

As Darladiva pointed out, I look like this kangaroo.