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Dont Take Drugs From Vero.
Wednesday I was super sick, complete with sneezing and coughing and dizzyness and sniffling and fever and miserableness. On top of that, I had to do the free encore show of Avenue Q for the school that day during 4th-6th period, much to the cast’s dismay. But a show is a show, and dammit, I was going to perform as not-miserably as I can.
Vero noticed my frakked-up face (I dont hide my emotions well at all, apparently) durign 2nd period, took out her magic box of medicine, and offered me sweet, sweet relief. “Choose: Advil, Tylenol, Benadryl, etc”
“Which one wont make me drowsy? Ive got a show today!”
Vero: “Do you want to be awake and miserable?! Just sleep through 3rd period and you’ll be fine!”
So I took something, and I dont quite remember which. Well, come to think of it, I dont remember much of 3rd period, which is my weightlifting class in the weight room. But Ive gathered the little bits of what I remember and from what Yael and The Guys and have tried to piece them together.
The Uber-Creepy Story:
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Cabaret.
[In the lobby of CSP, before opening the house for Larmie Project, Elissa and Dean were arguing about whether or not to include partial nudity in CSP's production of Cabaret next year. I couldn't help but overhear.]
Elissa: Just some nudity, not too much. Its Cabaret!
Dean: Wha?? No nudity!
Elissa: But its Cabaret. Its what they do!
Dean: Nobody does that.
Me: (thinking) Yes they do... Its called The Spearmint Rhino Strip Club.
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Workshop? *breaks out in hives*
The only thing more frightening to me than performing for 600 members of the student body for Wednesday’s encore performance of Avenue Q, besides being on camera, is performing for people Ive met in theatre. It’s that gut wrenching feeling of “Holy crap they probably think Im terrible and they’re just going to walk out now and tell all their talented friends how absolutely mediocre this all is.” That’s why I hate auditions.
But thankfully, I don’t return from camp until August 3, which will keep me from being tempted to audition for a scholarship for Brian’s acting workshop.
Problem solved!
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Minor in Chinese.
Looking at my future in Chinatown, since I’ll be majoring in a pre-med discipline and minoring in Chinese (not giving up my Theatre Arts major, I don’t give a fuck what people say!)
LA’s Chinatown always scared me, but I can’t get enough of it. PAMC has a good program going, but I have to have at least 1-2 years experience in an acute care hospital to work with them. SO, I can be at SanFran’s Chinese Hospital, which is a really nice acute care facility in that Chinatown for maybe 2 years, then go back to LA, which would also knock a few numbers off my bucket list.
Things would go a lot easier for my plans if CLU had a Korean language minor, but alas, no. Spanish, German, French, and Chinese are all they offer. BOO.
I’ll be the best trilingual English-Spanish-Chinese and some Tagalog/Hebrew translator/actress/Clinical Pharmacist-or-Nurse Person-Medically Indecisive/soundgirl Chinese Hospital of San Francisco and Pacific Alliance Medical Center have ever seen!
Yeah, I know, my career/life plans are wack and unrealistic, but hey, YOLO (YOLNT, meow)!
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YOLO.
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SPEAKEASY
Vero, Rachel, Mo, Alexx, me, and Rocky. Speakeasy 2012! Love you girls ♥ -
I NEED to see Avengers -_____-
(via knowingtheimpossible)
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Vero in 4 years.
(via azziram-is-cool)
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(via alexision)
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Friends are Family.
My mom didn’t want to come see Avenue Q because she had a party that apparently lasted from Friday night to Saturday night. Whatever. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care, but later after the show at IHOP I get a text from my cousin Pedrito saying “Im at da club, Rosa, where you at?” I switched numbers with my mom a while ago, so the confusion is understandable.
But I was pissed. Instead of at least trying to make it to the show, she goes to another party after the first one. My castmates’ parents and family were there to see their kids and give them flowers or heaps of junk food (in Jonnie’s case). And I got tons of support from their parents too! Jonnie’s mom and my future mother-in-law is an awesome Kiwi who told me, in her awesome accent, Im fabulous; Rita’s family said hi, even her brother, the NobileBro gave me a hug and said I was wonderful; Rocky’s mom cheered me on during Special; Maya’s mom was bragging about me to her friends and cheered me on too (and made us all cookies!).
I spent about an hour being bummed about the fact that my mom wasn’t present to see me, to fawn over me and tell me how she liked the show and blah blah all that narcissistic stuff that I like to hear from my mom after a show. I didn’t have a phone for the week to tell the rest of my relatives (tias and tios who always get mad if I dont tell them these things) to come see me, my mom didn’t say a word to any of them, and they were too busy last minute to go. But then I had dinner last night with Vero, and she told me something that I’ll keep with me.
Friends are like God’s way of saying “Look, I’m sorry for the crappy people you got stuck being related to. So in the meantime, here’s some people that’ll still love you no matter what.”
Jolyn, Robert, Mo, Vero, Fergie, Alyssa, Rachel, Abel, and practically everyone I know from school went to see the show, and that makes me feel so much better. I have family that went to Avenue Q, and they are the friends that I’m truly grateful for.
♥
