Ten Minutes Ago

I don't quite comprehend how my abrasive, direct, no-nonsense approach to dating can help everyone except myself.

Which brings me to today's subject- Stupid musical love songs.
I love sappy romances as much as the next girl, but when I went to see a production of 'Cinderella' at a local high school I found myself laughing at grossly inappropriate times. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIe2Y5lgahQ I mean how am I supposed to take that song seriously? It's about every cliche in romance story EVER. to quote

"Ten minutes ago, I saw you
I looked up when you came through the door
my head started reeling you gave me the feeling the room had no ceiling or floor.
Ten minutes ago, I met you, and we murmured our how do you dos
I wanted to ring out the bells and fling out my arms and sing out the news."

Obsession is not okay kiddies. This isn't Dante's Inferno and you aren't Beatrice bro.

The only person I accept sappy love from is Mr. Frank Sinatra, and that's because he's oh so very pretty. Oh so very *sigh*

Oh wait this is a Broadway blog. My point is, actually I lost track of what my point was. DAMN YOU SINATRA!

I'm going to end this on a good note, Book of Mormon is officially on tour. To bad I'm not in Denver.

Save The Last Dance For Me
Ashton

You and I

So I've recently been going through all the random musical albums I downloaded on my ipod and I found one of my old favorites 'Bare - A Pop  Opera.' It's one of those hipster musicals that only ran off Broadway that you can name drop like hell and sound like the pretentious Theatre Student you know you are.

It's a typical teen angst musical (think 'Spring Awakeing' on crack...) about a catholic school. Any bets on the main plot line?

Yup, OMG WE'RE GAY AND CATHOLIC GOD HATES US RAWWWRRRR.

Not to be cynical or anything, because I do love this musical. If only for the main tune, you know that measure of music that shows up at the beginning/end of every other song? Yeahhhh the 'Ban nah ba dum' that doesn't have words but you hum it anyway?

This is hard to get across without speaking. And Into the Woods just came on Pandora, hold on I have to reminisce.

So now that that's done, I shall continue. So there's drugs, cussing, homosexuality. All the things my Conservative republican family would love to see me listening to. Perfect rebellion musical. I will admit, I cry at the end of watching it (There's a full production of the show on youtube) but that's because I'm a wimp and I cry at everything.

I just finished up Chicago, and the show has surprisingly grown on me. I was only on chorus, but since I'm a member of the 7th period technical theatre class (honors theatre credit bitches) I did a lot of tech work as well. Such as woodgraining. Oh woodgraining. Second show in a row I've used that particular skill. Also, since it's Chicago our color scheme was black and uh...black. And a little bit of black ust for emphasis.

None of my clothing escaped the two weeks of solid cell block painting. Speaking of the cell blocks, Guess who fell off the top of one? I'm as graceful as a gazelle in heat I swear. I should've gotten checked for concussion-like results of said fall.

Whatever, the bruises and cuts hurt way worse than that.

Anyway, I need to actually try and pass Pre-Calc. Looks like I'll be up a while.

Roxie

So, I lost all access to a computer around Christmas due to a nasty virus that wiped my hard drive... Yay me. We just ended our run of chicago, and had the shortest cast party ever. And I'm really tired right now, so I jsut wanted to tell the hundred or so people that actually read this that no, I'm not dead, and I'm keeping this up.. I'm just realllllyyyy tired, and have awful luck.
So, on that note, I shall post tomorrow with pictures and stories
Love,
Ashton