Rehearsal and Roleplaying and Random Talks With Andrew

"Do you want to manifest Ireland so I can rape it?" -Amy's suggested pick-up line for Erin when she goes to Ireland and meets hot Irish men.

I drove all the way to volunteer and there was no one there. However, I heard three things of interest on the radio:

1) The remix of "Numb" by Linkin Park. I still prefer the original song, but, hey, they'll play it more often now, perhaps, now that the remix is out . . . though they don't play the remix that much; I seem to recall that with "In the End."

2) A remake of John Lennon's "Imagine" by some rock group on the Bear. It's a remake, so I do frown, but I do like that song so I don't so much mind, really. It was on a top [some number] countdown or something, so that means it's getting some airplay, some time, some recognition . . . it sounds darker than the other one, but, hey, you know me; I like darker songs. Plus, it's a very nice philosophy . . . though perhaps the absence of religion not so much. I don't mind religion-- though this is probably more organized religion, to which I much prefer personal touch with God.

( Yes, So Totally Sappy, But I Like It )

3) That whiney Good Charlotte or Simple Plan song . . . the one about "Welcome to My Life" which could so totally be Ermengarde's theme song.

I wish Liz wasn't so intense about the quartet issues. I know she's upset, and I'm sure she has right to be . . . but she made me feel bad today. I was pissed about the music stealing, okay? I always make a point about being compassionate to other people's issues-- like I am now; I find the quartet not so much a big of a deal but I understand how it CAN be and I am sympathetic that she does-- but no one seems to pay me the same courtesy. So what if it was damn stupid? Aren't my emotions worth anything?

Yes, Mr. Briddell breached my privacy and stole music straight from the folder. You know what? I planned on keeping some of that. He just throws it away anyway. I am saving the environment, AND saving music that I want to play again, like On A Hymnsong by Phillip Bliss and Aria by Bach.

I think I should never hang out with Lindsey Rosco.

Lol, not that she isn't a perfectly nice girl . . . but today, we had the best rehearsal that we ever have before the show . . . the "get in touch with your character" rehearsal . . . and I actually had a model to base Ermengarde off of: Cho Chang! She cries, CONSTANTLY, even when she's with her boyfriend, and she's kind of obnoxious and it starts to piss people off. So then we had to pick animals like our characters (I was a puppy-- rather like I was with Helena), and then . . . WE ROLEPLAYED ^_^

So immediately I started it by sobbing and shouting at Andrew that he was so mean to me, not letting me marry Ambrose Kemper (who, by the way, was not there . . . grr . . . ), and then I sobbed the whole time and mostly just whined at Andrew, because Brock wasn't there. However, Lindsey was completely freaked out. Now, I know Andrew, Dan, and I have done it before, but, sheesh, when we did it the first time, we were all cool with it. Kylie was a little concerned but she still attempted to act (though it was hard for her because she 1) has a refined character and 2) didn't have her main person to interact with, Lauren, available), but, shoot, even ROB got into it, helping Dan "build" stuff and running away from Andrew who kept berating them. Lindsey . . . she backed into a corner and sort of gave up. She gave a couple attempts, but not Dolly-worthy ones, really. Ah well. She thought the whole affair was "creepy." She appeared positively traumatized. Sheesh, all I did was scream and cry and Andrew shoved me up against a wall and commanded me to stop and almost beat me over the heat with a stick but talked himself out of it and Dan rode on his back for a bit and Rob and Dan ran screaming in and out of the drama room pursued by Andrew for a while . . .

You see, if she hung out with me . . . that's what I DO . . . act stuff out. Last Sunday Jessica and Tiffany and I spent half the time lying on the ground dying as various first-war Harry Potter characters, lol . . . THAT would have freaked Lindsey out, my guess is . . .

Ahh well.

I hope Nichole didn't remember that I had asked her to pick me up, because I would feel bad if she did . . . I tried to call her house but someone was online, and you know how her call-waiting is . . . there's really no point to it, lol . . .

Anyway, I had a very interesting chat with Andrew.

( Outline of Chat With Andrew )

Rehearsal and Roleplaying and Random Talks With Andrew

"Do you want to manifest Ireland so I can rape it?" -Amy's suggested pick-up line for Erin when she goes to Ireland and meets hot Irish men.

I drove all the way to volunteer and there was no one there. However, I heard three things of interest on the radio:

1) The remix of "Numb" by Linkin Park. I still prefer the original song, but, hey, they'll play it more often now, perhaps, now that the remix is out . . . though they don't play the remix that much; I seem to recall that with "In the End."

2) A remake of John Lennon's "Imagine" by some rock group on the Bear. It's a remake, so I do frown, but I do like that song so I don't so much mind, really. It was on a top [some number] countdown or something, so that means it's getting some airplay, some time, some recognition . . . it sounds darker than the other one, but, hey, you know me; I like darker songs. Plus, it's a very nice philosophy . . . though perhaps the absence of religion not so much. I don't mind religion-- though this is probably more organized religion, to which I much prefer personal touch with God.

( Yes, So Totally Sappy, But I Like It )

3) That whiney Good Charlotte or Simple Plan song . . . the one about "Welcome to My Life" which could so totally be Ermengarde's theme song.

I wish Liz wasn't so intense about the quartet issues. I know she's upset, and I'm sure she has right to be . . . but she made me feel bad today. I was pissed about the music stealing, okay? I always make a point about being compassionate to other people's issues-- like I am now; I find the quartet not so much a big of a deal but I understand how it CAN be and I am sympathetic that she does-- but no one seems to pay me the same courtesy. So what if it was damn stupid? Aren't my emotions worth anything?

Yes, Mr. Briddell breached my privacy and stole music straight from the folder. You know what? I planned on keeping some of that. He just throws it away anyway. I am saving the environment, AND saving music that I want to play again, like On A Hymnsong by Phillip Bliss and Aria by Bach.

I think I should never hang out with Lindsey Rosco.

Lol, not that she isn't a perfectly nice girl . . . but today, we had the best rehearsal that we ever have before the show . . . the "get in touch with your character" rehearsal . . . and I actually had a model to base Ermengarde off of: Cho Chang! She cries, CONSTANTLY, even when she's with her boyfriend, and she's kind of obnoxious and it starts to piss people off. So then we had to pick animals like our characters (I was a puppy-- rather like I was with Helena), and then . . . WE ROLEPLAYED ^_^

So immediately I started it by sobbing and shouting at Andrew that he was so mean to me, not letting me marry Ambrose Kemper (who, by the way, was not there . . . grr . . . ), and then I sobbed the whole time and mostly just whined at Andrew, because Brock wasn't there. However, Lindsey was completely freaked out. Now, I know Andrew, Dan, and I have done it before, but, sheesh, when we did it the first time, we were all cool with it. Kylie was a little concerned but she still attempted to act (though it was hard for her because she 1) has a refined character and 2) didn't have her main person to interact with, Lauren, available), but, shoot, even ROB got into it, helping Dan "build" stuff and running away from Andrew who kept berating them. Lindsey . . . she backed into a corner and sort of gave up. She gave a couple attempts, but not Dolly-worthy ones, really. Ah well. She thought the whole affair was "creepy." She appeared positively traumatized. Sheesh, all I did was scream and cry and Andrew shoved me up against a wall and commanded me to stop and almost beat me over the heat with a stick but talked himself out of it and Dan rode on his back for a bit and Rob and Dan ran screaming in and out of the drama room pursued by Andrew for a while . . .

You see, if she hung out with me . . . that's what I DO . . . act stuff out. Last Sunday Jessica and Tiffany and I spent half the time lying on the ground dying as various first-war Harry Potter characters, lol . . . THAT would have freaked Lindsey out, my guess is . . .

Ahh well.

I hope Nichole didn't remember that I had asked her to pick me up, because I would feel bad if she did . . . I tried to call her house but someone was online, and you know how her call-waiting is . . . there's really no point to it, lol . . .

Anyway, I had a very interesting chat with Andrew.

( Outline of Chat With Andrew )