Why Did You Do It, Spider-Man?

Here are some things that are on my mind right now:

• I did a scene in my acting styles class today, and I felt pretty good about it. It was with a girl who is like a star actress at school, and it was from an ancient Greek play called Lysistrata, which is about women who have a sex strike to try and get their husbands to end a war. In our scene, I thought I had finally convinced her to have sex, but she was really just messing with me, and ran away at the end. It was just a *little* bit naughty, and a whole lot of fun. We had to act it in the classical style, which is basically going against everything that I've ever been taught about acting. It was weird. I felt retarded.
• My show opened tonight. It's a good show, don't get me wrong, but I feel it could have been better, and it's partly my fault. I should have spoken up more. In the last couple weeks of rehearsal, I was only given time to give notes twice. Tonight, I was told to join the circle of the cast and crew before the show, and then the costumer was given a chance to give notes, two theater employees were given a chance to give notes, the major stage mom gave notes, and the director gave his own notes. I wasn't given a chance to speak. I had a few notes to give, and they weren't ever given, which means they probably never WILL be. I feel like my opinion didn't matter AT ALL with this show. It's a good thing that Chess has been the complete opposite so far. People used to always tell me "when you have a degree, people will take you seriously." Well, I'm 7 months away from a degree (WOOHOO!) and if it doesn't change, I may have to quit community theatre altogether. I'm tired of being made to feel like I'm an idiot with bad ideas.
• Apparently, my last blog post made it sound like I'm depressed about the fact that I'm going to be single forever. FAR from the truth. Seriously, when I said I've accepted it, and I'm okay with it, even if it means I'll be pegged as part of an old gay couple, I meant it. So, if you gave me sympathy over it, thanks, but I wasn't fishing for that. Girls are WHACK. (Said girl in last blog is talking to me again and inquiring about my schedule.)
• I got Pushing Daisies on Blu-Ray for an incredible price this week. And I'm crossing my fingers that I'll actually have time to watch it soon.
• Shannen Doherty plays a professional actress on 90210. Really?! Really, Brenda? You played Hedda Gabler? Where was this? The Springville Playhouse? Valley Center Playhouse? Apparently, in Beverly Hills, bad actresses are great actresses. Of course, AnnaLynne McCord is on the show, too, so apparently, they're fans of the bad acting.
• Did I just openly admit that I've seen the new 90210? Oops.
• Have I mentioned how excited I am about Chess lately?
• The new season of The Office starts in less than a week, and I get to watch it in HD. WOOT!
• The guy who plays Claire's dad on Heroes has one of the worst dye jobs ever. EVER. Just to clarify, I do NOT watch Heroes. I got bored with it halfway through the first season. Just so you know, when I talk about TV shows, it doesn't mean I watch them...:)
• The DVD drive on my laptop has stopped working, and it's really frustrating.
• One of my favorite new activities is taking completely wholesome songs and bleeping out random words. Then, if someone tells you that you're nasty and filthy, all you have to do is say "Wait- what did YOU fill in the bleeps with?!"
• I'm really tired, and I'm heading to bed. But first, the video that inspired my blog title. And rest assured, if I do have kids someday, I will have a two year old who can do this, too: