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I'm sorry for neglecting you my dear and lovely blog! I promise I'll be better about updating in January!

Okies- now that I've aplogized to my blog, I can tell y'all the bombdiggoty stuff that has happened this week.
I decided to live in the Ruth Nagel Jones theater, starting Saturday afternoon. We helped strike the set after the (yay!) matinee performance and then spent the rest of the day delegging platforms, painting the board and finding out that there was no white paint. This sucked, becuase a big part of our set was going to be white. Obviously we needed a plan B.
Plan B was to paint everything black. So we did. And it looked awful. Then we left.
The next day we decided that plan B had to be abandoned. So we went back to Plan A, bought white paint and pretty white fabric. Then we repainted the platforms white, had rehersal, hauled people back from the other group because they hadn't switched the gels in the colored lights back like they were supposed to. Then Ike learned how to change lights and set light cues. By that time it was dinner time and I was hungry, tired, and had been inhaling too many paint fumes, so I went home, ate something and then returned unto the theater, bringing masking tape with me.
Earlier we had decided to paint a big heart on the floor and I took the job of making an outline of a heart in tape on the floor because I'm anal retentive like that. The outcome was a mad sweet heart. Then we had rehersal, painted the heart, then tried to paint the floor but ran out of black paint...blady blady blah all that good stuff.
Monday morning I went with Glee Club (in a black stretch limo) to carol at the cancer institute. (About the limo- the bus company didn't have a bus big enough for all of us, so they sent a bus and a limo. Random. I rode in the bus on the way back.) Question- what do you think of me donating a foot of hair in the summer...because I'm kinda seriously thinking about it. There was this very serious little girl watching us at the cancer society who was completely bald, and that's what got me started thinking about giving my hairs away. Also, who wants to hold babies at the hospital? I really mean to do that this month.
Anyway, after that I raaaaaan to my dorm, changed, snuck a peice of pizza out of the dining hall and high-tailed it to the RNJ only slightly late for rehersal. The floor painting job was being finished up, the pretty white fabric was hanging from the platforms and the heart, of course, looked awesome. We rehersed, sent the actors away, fiddled around somemore in the theater, the actors returned, got into costume, debated about make up, I ate an energy bar that actually tasted good until about halfway through, we did a bunch of dry techs, some warm ups and then people started arriving. Then I was forced to take charge and make decisions about whether we were going to start on time or not and when to tell the actors to get into place and stuff. Luckily, I'd been trained to be a leader by the Girl Scouts.
Just kidding!

Anyway, our show kicked butt, but we don't have a tape of it because they theater department's video camera was broken and we didn't know anyone who had one (until after the show, of course. We found someone with a video camera about 10 minutes after it was over.) Oh well. If you really want to hear about it I can probably quote the whole thing to you. And do all the blocking.
And the moral of the story is....Donald Rumsfeld has no penis.
The End :o)