Chewing Gum & Graphite.

So, a Steak ‘n Shake just opened in New York. The other night I went there with Honda and Jack, and got a steakburger (with fries) and a chocolate shake. I somehow managed to eat the entire massive burger, all of the fries, and maybe a third of the milkshake before I felt like my stomach was going to stage a mutiny against the rest of my body. The food was all awesome, but on the subway ride back, I kept getting horrible I’ve-eaten-way-way-too-much stabs of pain in my stomach. By the time we got home, I felt relatively normal again, wondering how they get away with charging so little for so much food. I took a shower, went to sleep, and then woke up at five in the morning unable to catch my breath with a stomachache (or maybe it was more just a general feeling of nausea than a stomachache). Confused and nervous, I walked around a bit in my dark room, got some water, and sat in my bed wondering what the fuck was going on. A couple times I tried to lay back down but that made me feel more awful than sitting up did. Eventually, I managed to fall back asleep and when I woke up again I felt fine. I have no idea if these events were connected, but it was weird and I am wary. Though it is definitely not going to prevent me from going to Steak ‘n Shake again. That shit was delicious.

All of my posts these days are pretty much just lists of unlinked events because I fail at updating this frequently. Ah well, why break the tradition now?

On Monday, we had a surprise dinner for Zoey’s birthday at El Rey. Once again, I love spending time with Masterman people. I don’t feel like going into any more detail. I wish that hadn’t rhymed.

Tuesday Caileigh slept over, and we watched Toy Story, then today we watched Toy Story 2 before going to see Toy Story 3. It was a great movie and there was hardly anyone in the theatre and I cried more than once. We also went to the Grease sing-a-long in Love Park on Tuesday (which was fun in spite of the many technical difficulties) and played a rousing game of The Lord of the Rings Monopoly.

Tomorrow, my mom and I are going to New York to see Next Fall and hopefully we will be able to tolerate each other.

On another note, today I got an e-mail from Bill Felty, who is one of the guys in charge at the Philadelphia Theatre Workshop, and he said that they are going to produce Front Row Seat in their next season! THAT IS SO EXCITING! He e-mailed all of the people who were in it saying that we could audition, but I don’t know if I should even bother auditioning (as much as I would want to). Obviously I don’t know if I would even get the part, but if I did, I highly doubt I could ever make it work with my school schedule, which really sucks. I e-mailed Bill back, asking what he thought, so I’ll see what he says. They’ll probably just end up getting some 25 year old who looks young. Bleh.

So, we weren’t allowed to use cameras at the show yesterday, which was kind of lame. Ah, well. The opening band, The Middle East, were really good. I hadn’t heard them before but they are cool and Australian and fun.

Mumford & Sons were kind of brilliant. They were so, SO good live. There was a lot of clapping and head-bopping and we all stomped during one part of “Roll Away Your Stone.” They played a few new songs, all of which were fantastic. I am too impatient for their next album. I think I could see them live every day of my life and not get tired of them. Seriously. Amazing.

EDIT! Not that this is even really worth mentioning, but I don’t understand how there always have to be the two or three douchey people at concerts who are usually drunk and try to push to the front, thereby frustrating everyone in their path of douchey destruction. Like, come on, if you want to be in the front, get there early like the rest of us! /rant

In other news, I think I’m going to have an aneurysm sometime before Into the Woods happens. Words cannot describe the horrible incompetency of Ms. MacArthur and I can’t seem to get over my irrational anxiety about singing in front of people. It is beyond frustrating.

Buuuut school doesn’t start until 10:00 tomorrow! YES, SLEEP!

So, I got this horrible, horrible allergic reaction/rash-type thing on my face and it is red and extremely dry and swollen and gross. I went to the emergency room earlier because it felt like my cheeks were going to fall off and they gave me some pills to take. Hopefully this shit goes away soon because it is the most uncomfortable and unattractive thing ever. And it makes it hard to concentrate (so doing all of the homework that I have is going to be fun) AND I have to perform in a play on Tuesday. Fuck fuck fuck. Worst ever.

In other news, I got into Sarah Lawrence and Hampshire, rejected from Vassar and Carnegie Mellon (no surprise there). Bennington is super adorable and sent me a tote bag, pins, student-made zines, and a COOKIE! My NYU financial aid is pretty terrible, but I think we’ll manage. I’m getting more and more excited the more I think about it. I want to know my studio assignment!

Alright, well I’m going to go take a Benadryl and try to do some work.

Here’s a time line of my sore throat/voice loss:

Sunday - Throat starts getting a little funky, but I don’t worry too much.

Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday - Lots of pain and coughing, and I sound like an 80 year old smoker. I try not to talk much at school. Voice completely dies a couple of times during rehearsal on Tuesday, and it is embarrassing.

Thursday - I think it’s a bit better in the morning, but then I go to school and it’s awful again. Though my throat doesn’t hurt as much! But there’s a lot of coughing. Voice is still really crappy at rehearsal, but not as crappy as on Tuesday, thankfully.

Friday - I stay home, because as hard as I try, it is really, really difficult to not talk at school. And I sleep, which is also important.

So, it’s definitely getting better and it should be decent tomorrow (I hope, anyway). At rehearsal yesterday (which went until 11:00 because it was tech!), Ian told me that if my voice is still bad by tonight, I should drink a mixture of apple cider vinegar, hot water, and honey. I really hope I don’t have to resort to that.