Eat. Sleep. Rehearse. Repeat.

Story of my life:
Wake up. Shower. Go to class. Work in the Costume Shop. Come home. Eat. Pack a dinner. Go to rehearsal. Come home. Homework. Sleep. Repeat.

As Steven Freestone said yesterday in a text: "Come now, darling. We are performers. We live in the theatre. We don't eat, or sleep. For that matter, we rarely breathe!"

Although rehearsal last night wasn't terrible at all. We ate Vietnamese food and played games, then ran over a couple of scenes. I kicked trash at running charades.

In other news, Monica (the costume designer for the show) sent me a message on facebook that simply stated, "Your outfit could get skimpier" with Lady Gaga's music video "Telephone" attached.



I told her I really liked the caution tape and asked her if she could whip up something like that for me for the Bangkok scene.

Well, this diet officially sucks. I've hit a plateau. I'm stuck at 140- and I'm out of vegetables. And I don't have money to go buy vegetables. After paying my bills and eating out a couple of times without thinking, I'm low on cash. Suck. Well I have plenty of food at home here, but none of it is HCG approved. I wonder if one can live on HCG drops and HCG drops alone? (says I, as I munch on a granola bar.) I'm waiting on PayPal to send me a $100-something check, but it could take about another few days to a week to get here. I need to tell my darling step-mom to stop using PayPal and start putting the money directly into my account.

Speaking of money. I kind of sorta got a job offer. Clark Pest Control is recruiting door-to-door salespeople in California. Basically, they provide housing, and you go and sell 1-year contracts for this pest control agency. The average rookie makes $30,000 to $40,000 over the course of one summer. Mom is worried I might get raped. But I kind of think I should do it. I don't know, I've got some time to think about it. I told the man in the phone that I was waiting to hear from Disneyworld as to whether or not I made it in.

Oh, Disneyworld auditions! Well, they were good. I went up to downtown Salt Lake to the Rose-Wagner theatre. They brought us all into one room, took our pictures and measured our height, and then taught us a dance. They then gave us time to work on learning the dance, and then we performed it in groups on five. They kept a couple of strong dancers to see them do a routine for the parade. They said it didn't necessarily mean anything for those of us who didn't stay. I should be receiving an email withing the next 1-3 weeks that says you made it! or you didn't! And I made a friend named Daniel. He is very nice.

Well, whatever else is going on can be summed up in a paragraph:

- Stupid Steven and confessed stupid his love to me AGAIN, and I again told him, HELL NO.
- I wore a zebra striped dress with a yellow ribbon and yellow heels to school yesterday... and looked HOT.
- Stupid gold's gym is... gay. They are trying to screw over my roommates and therefore in turn they are screwing me over.
- Alex dyed his hair black for the show... ahhh... well he looks good. He always does. And things between him and I are becoming increasingly more normal.
- Countdown til showtime: 7 days, 6 hours til we open.