I knew it would happen eventually. To be honest, I thought it would have happened sooner. He started acting the same way GOB did, by not eating and hanging out on the bottom. I cleaned out the fish tank, and I never plan on using it again. It's a good thing it was only $10. Come to think of it, I wonder if the cheap tank is what killed them. Hmm...
In other news, I got to go to the Salt Lake Temple with Rachel and JD yesterday. Wow. AWESOME. I've never been to a live session, so that was neat in and of itself, but the interior of that place is incredible.
Afterward, we went to Applebee's (Rachel has never been there. Seriously. How could someone who is almost 25 years old never have been to Applebee's?) and the stupid waitress (yes, I called her that. She doesn't deserve the title of "server") dumped water all over the table, and it made a waterfall into my lap. She didn't even act that apologetic, and then we weren't offered any kind of free food or dessert. The only thing we got was pushy service and a check that wasn't split right (despite Stephanie explaining it twice). I was ticked. If you ever go to the Gateway Applebee's and get seated in Ashlie's section, ask to be moved. Seriously.
I'm still stressing about the situation with the casting at school. The morning after I wrote my last blog, I woke up at 6:40 AM because I had a nightmare that I was punished for not wanting to direct a show. I didn't get either of the roles I was up for in Ah, Wilderness! and was instead given the role of "Toviah," which was a bit part and very similar to Tevya in Fiddler.
That's about all I want to talk about right now. I'm tired, and I have cleaning to do before bed.
In honor of Tobias being with Jesus now, enjoy this video.
This is going to be a total journal entry. You'll probably be bored by the second paragraph. There are many unique uses of bold and CAPS, and because it's late and I'm tired, I have no intention to re-read before I post. There could be spelling/typing errors, bad grammar, and thoughts that I should have deleted while proofing it. And there's a good chance I'll be trashing you in this blog. Heads up.
First off, GOB is dead. He stopped eating for some reason, and started hanging out on the bottom a lot. I'm pretty sure he realized that there was nothing for him at the top of the tank, so he gave up. I got home from school yesterday, and he was gone. Tobias seems to be taking it well. A little too well, to be honest. I think I may have to launch an investigation tomorrow.
However, two nights ago, my newest nephew was born. By law, the birth mother had to give it a full 24 hours to make sure she didn't want him, and she was apparently quite excited to sign him over to my sister and brother-in-law last night at the 24 hour mark. I went to visit him this afternoon. He's TINY. And he has a funny cry. But he's still cute. Anyhoo, here is Traven:
This week the theatre department held auditions, which I had to participate in because I'm on scholarship. I did two monologues: "An Unwelcome Confession from Someone Whose Hand Is in Your Mouth" and one from He Who Gets Slapped. I felt really good about them afterward. And I got called back for two shows.
First, there was The Heiress. Chris Clark is directing, and he was well aware of the fact that High School Musical doesn't open until September 14, and therefore I'm unavailable until then. The Heiress opens on September 27, which is a REALLY short rehearsal time. There's no way I could do it with only a week and a half to come in and learn the part. The combination of that and seeing a certain other guy on the callback list let me know right up front that my audition was going to be a waste of time. However, I still worked on memorizing my sides and went through the whole callback process, which was great. I got to work with Alex (who is incredible and ended up getting the male lead) for a while, and I had a lot of fun.
Tonight, I had a callback for Ah, Wilderness! I should be running away from this show due to the fact that it sounds so much like O, Pioneers! that I want to gag. However, the newest faculty member, John Graham, is directing, and holy crap, he's awesome. I have a theatre history & lit class with him, and I love it. I went to the callback tonight, and even though I don't feel all that great about how I did, it was without a doubt the most fun callback I've ever been to. I was getting excited about everything John had us do (even some of the non-realism stuff, which I hate because I suck at it).
The last few days, Dr. Petrie (dept. chair) has been asking me if I'd be interested in directing one of the three short pieces that make up Canyon Suites. I told him(as I've been telling Chris and Steve Purdy all summer) that I really want to act this semester. I haven't been in a show since Christmas Carol in 2005. Two years is MUCH too long. He keeps asking me about it, and I can tell he's struggling to find three directors that he trusts. I think I'm being really selfish in turning him down, but at the same time, I have to direct a short show next semester because of my directing class.
At callbacks tonight, I was called back for 2 different roles. There were two other guys there for those 2 parts, and I think there was 1 other who couldn't be there tonight. I felt pretty sure by the end of the audition that Adam and the other Jeremy were going to get the 2 parts. Then as we were leaving, Adam told me that he was pretty sure I was going to get one and the other Jeremy would get the other. As we talked, I remembered that in our class with Petrie today, Adam had said that he was more interested in directing, and I said I was more interested in acting.
There's no way to do both Wilderness and Canyon. So, now I'm worried that if I get a part, it's just because Adam wanted to direct. I never get much feedback on my acting, which is frustrating, because I know there are lots of things I can improve on if someone would only point them out. And now, if I get a part, I'll be constantly stressing that I got it because Adam wanted to direct, and not because of my own acting. *sigh*
However, this could be just a moo point (like a cow's opinion- it doesn't matter), because the other Jeremy and the guy that wasn't there could get both parts, and then I'll have to go to Petrie and say "Okay. Can I please direct now?" And then everybody will have something to do. But dang, I miss the stage. And having the chance to be in a play that John's directing and with some of the other people from callbacks who I'm pretty sure will be cast- UGH! I really want to do this play....
On a non-theatre related note, I'm loving school so far this semester- despite the massive homework amounts. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to die of boredom in my THREE HOUR educational psychology class. If you wouldn't mind texting me between 10 AM and 1 PM on Thursdays just to make sure I'm alive, I'd appreciate it.
Something else that's bothering me later is a stupid junior high-like friend issue. A few weeks ago, I overheard a friend saying something to another friend which may have been the single most hurtful thing I've ever had a friend say about me. At first, I decided to just ignore it, because I was POSITIVE that I had heard wrong. But ever since, whenever I've talked to this friend, things have just seemed weird on their end. The more I think about it, the more I realize that there's no way I heard wrong, and they really did completely stab me in the back. Argh. It's times like this that I'm actually thankful that school keeps me so busy. I don't have to deal with the issue as much as I would have to otherwise. Needless to say, a great deal of trust has been lost with this friend, and even though they were just frustrated and probably, er, hopefully didn't mean what they said, I don't have a desire to be around them much right now. Don't ask if it's you. I won't tell you anyway. I just had to get it off my chest. I feel better already.
I think that's all I have on my mind right now. I could talk about how much I'm in love with my Playstation 3, or how much I'm in hate with my $%! DVD-R/VCR which has apparently broken down despite being a mere 7 months old. And I could talk about how excited I am for youth theatre to start up next week. But alas, I'm tired, and I want to watch Ghost Hunters until I fall asleep now.
Here is my gift to you for reading all the way through this journal entry. If you don't already know this song, you should make friends with it immediately. I randomly caught this in the middle of the night when I turned on my DVR and VH1 was playing it (who knew VH1 still played videos?!) Despite my dislike for Pink, I absolutely love it and I've been listening to it on repeat all day today. Enjoy!
Well, I went and bought GOB yesterday. I saw him in the tank at Wal-Mart and his mischevious black spots instantly made me think of Franklin, and therefore, GOB.
I got him home, and immediately, he started chasing Tobias around and bugging the snot out of him. Also, GOB can't stop pooping. Every other time I look at him, he's got a poop working its way out.
By this morning, the two had made friends, and I'm pretty sure they're conspiring against me. I set them up in my bathroom, and every time I go in there, they're at the top of the water. As soon as they see me, they DIVE for the bottom, and lay there, resting against the rocks. And then they look at me like they've been naughty and they're afraid they've been caught.
I'm pretty sure they're pissed about being trapped in the tank, and they're trying to figure out how to escape. I'm a little bit afraid of what they're going to do when they get out. I think I might start feeding them more so they get fat and can't get all the way to the top. Just to be safe.
Oh, well. Here's a music video about fishing for your viewing pleasure.
Today after rehearsal for High School Musical (which I want to just die. Die a slow, horrible, painful death...) two of the cast members who didn't need to be at today's rehearsal walked in and told me they had a present for me. They had walked all around Wal-Mart looking for something that they thought I'd like, and finally settled on "a fish named Tobias" (they know of my love for Arrested Development).
I'm not a huge animal lover, but I couldn't just let him die, so on my way home, after picking up Kaylee and Braden for our scary movie marathon, I went to Kmart to buy him a home and some food. The whole time, I was freaking out that little Tobias was going to die. Who knows how long he had been in his little bag by now? And it didn't help that I was having a hard time keeping him still in the car or that it was so bloody hot that his water MUST have been near boiling. And we got stuck behind idiots in Kmart who couldn't get their credit cards to work and had to go out to their car in the middle of the transaction to get more cards to try. (Sidenote: why is there ALWAYS only one register open at Kmart? Seriously. There were 10 people in line before they finally called somebody up to open a second line, and it's like that everytime I go there.)
We finally got to my house and set up the tank (they didn't have any bowls, and goldfish tanks are surprisingly cheap at Kmart) and Tobias had a home. We put him in it, fed him some lunch and then let him play the rest of the day. I'm still convinced that he's going to die, because I kill plants and animals unintentionally. And I think he's lonely and needs a friend next week (I'm debating between a Lindsay, a GOB, or a Carl Weathers). But, in the meantime, he is my new friend.
And now, I present to you, Dr. Tobias Fünke. (Sorry it's blurry. He was too excited to stop moving.)
