Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Merry Christmas

I'm home for the although I'm sure it seems like I've taken a break from writing already (sorry...been busy) I probably won't write for a while yet. I've got nothing to do, but the internet at my parent's place is painfully slow. I am right now at my brother's house, where he has wireless, but where he also keeps calling me by his girlfriend's name. I think it's funny but my other brother thinks it's creepy.

So, have a Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Christmas Time's a comin'...

...and I have not written here for two weeks! Not that much has been happening...the show is trucking along, only 8 shows left (I write this from backstage before the last show of the week) is almost done...I took my last dance class ever yesterday and it made me realize that I am entering a week of lasts. Last choir concert, last choir class, last acting class presentation, last performance night (possibly), last voice lesson, last acting coaching session (possibly)...
It's a busy last week of school. On Sunday I am resting, then going to a bridal shower for L. Monday I am at a fund-raiser for the school all day. Tuesday, class all day. Wednesday, same deal with a show too. Then three days of two shows a day, possible final project auditions (oh yeah! I got my final project approved and now I'm headed down the road to hell...I mean, finishing my programme, which is not the same thing at all), hanging out with classmates before they all super-nova next year...
It is a strange thing to be in the end of a four year section of my life.
But it is an adventure too.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

63 Compliments for under a Dollar

I received 63 compliments from the 13-year-old boys in the cast last night. Between the 3 of them, I heard everything from “Why don’t you have a halo?” (my personal favourite) to “You drink water well” and “Your grin looks good on you”. I was complimented on my tooth-brushing abilities, my teeth, my eyes (which are not only as blue as the sea and the sky but reminiscent of stars), my lips, my acting and singing; I was told I would win the World’s Next Top Model and Canadian Idol, that I make everything I wear look good, and that I am witty and as wise as the sea. I was told that if the alphabet could be reorganized “I’d put U and I together” and that I’d make a great girlfriend. They also liked my laugh.

No, I did not spike their water with love potion. It all started when one of them asked me if I’d give him a nickel for every compliment; when I said no, he asked for 2 cents, and when faced with another rejection he settled for one. I have a load of pennies I’ve been wanting to get rid of so – somewhat to his surprise I think – I agreed. Then another one of them heard of the plan, so with the spark of competition they jumped head-long into it. The third boy hasn’t joined the race but he’s the winner as far as quality goes – he’s responsible for my favourite one, which he tossed out after listening to the other two go at it for five minutes.

I’ve made some rules. After they both got to around 25 I decided that they can only give me one compliment at a time – one before the show, one at intermission, one after the show, etc. – which I hope will not only up the quality but will make it easier for me to remember the good ones and record them later.

So far it’s worked rather well. And if nothing else, at the end of this, I’ll have a rather inflated ego, I’ll have gotten rid of all my pennies, and the 13-year-olds will have a better idea of what to say to woo their own fair maidens. It’s a win-win situation for me and they learn something constructive. If the next generation of girls gets blessed/plagued with verbose guys that’s just how it has to be.