Monday, December 24, 2001

holiday hodgepodge

Okay, I'm home with the fam for the next few days, so here's the rundown of what's been going on since last I wrote (let's just assume that seeing Brian for the first time since August is the best thing that's happened, and move on from there):
  • Bath & Body Works has Sugar Plum again this year. Sugar Plum is a special holiday scent that has kind of come to encompass the entire spirit of Christmas for me. Last year they didn't have it and I was totally crushed. I was just in there about three weeks ago and I asked if they were going to have Sugar Plum again this year, and they said no. Well I went in there a couple of days ago, and VOILA, there it was! They were out of the body spray, though, so I'm going to keep on looking. YAY SUGAR PLUM!!!!
  • I had sushi for the first time. It was actually good. I was kind of scared of it, but I was too distracted by trying to figure out the chopsticks to be too nervous. Plus, we were at this nice Japanese restaurant, so I was trying to act all sophisticated and grown up. Which meant no whimpering. My favorite were the shrimp tempura rolls.
  • This year the shopping bag that I was carrying my Christmas presents home in ripped in Penn Station. Last year it ripped when I was still in Philadelphia. So there was definitely an improvement. Next year I'll just order the presents on the internet and have them shipped directly here. Hindsight being 20/20, I can see that I should've done it that way this year.
  • My oven got fixed. The pilot light had gone out, so all we had to do was re-light it. The cookies got baked, the rice pudding got made, and a jolly time was had by all.
  • I still like tacos.

Thursday, December 20, 2001

oh just shoot me

I am taking a brief break from cleaning. My apartment still looks like ass (except for my kitchen - which, I must say, is probably the cleanest it's been since it was built). Brian will be here in less than 11 hours (WOOOOOO!)...which means that I have to leave in less than 10 hours to go meet him at the airport...and he is not a fan of messy-ass apartments. Which means I may not be sleeping tonight. I am the very definition of "procrastinator"! But anyway I had to take a break to go look at the R1 schedule (the R1 is the train that goes to the airport) ... so naturally I decided to update my diary first. Why wouldn't I?

So this afternoon, I thought I smelled gas leaking from my stove. I opened the windows, went out for a few minutes, came back, and didn't smell it anymore. So I figured hey, I'm cool. I was imagining it.

So then at about 9pm I decide I'm going to start making Christmas presents...which for me means baking cookies and making multiple batches of rice pudding. So I turn on the oven so it will preheat to 300 degrees, and set about mixing ingredients. When I have the milk, butter, sugar and rice all nice and mixed in a casserole dish, I open the oven.

And I am greeted by cold air. Cold air and the smell of gas.

Which means that my oven is broken and needs to be fixed. It also means that I have 4 cups of milk sitting in a casserole dish in my fridge.

And to top it all off, if my oven is not fixed in time, not only will I have sour milk and wasted sugar, but I will also have no presents for Brian's family. Nor will I be able to cook the lovely turkey cutlets I bought. Grr.

I called maintenance and left a message, but OF COURSE they won't come until AT LEAST tomorrow...probably when I'm away at the airport. Great.

Monday, December 17, 2001

I have nothing intelligent to say

Today the soloist at church had obviously not looked over the Responsorial Psalm and, unfortunately, she could not sightread her way out of a paper bag. It was painful.

I am feeling much better. I can actually breathe through my nose now - I have had this small vase of lilies in my living room all week, and I smelled them for the first time today. It's a shame because they really smell amazing.

Just when I thought I had the whole wedding thing under control, I started looking at registry stuff. Holy cannoli! I'm all a-fluster again.

I'm just trying to think of things to write because I haven't been posting much lately, and I don't want to disappoint my loyal readers. All 9 of you.

I get to see Brian in 3 days! I haven't seen him since August, so I am mucho thrilled.

I have chosen not to edit that sentence, because I have no idea where "mucho" came from and I just love randomness.

Hey guess what! This is entry #225! I think I can officially call myself "prolific". Some people do a "10 best" entry when they get to 100 entries...I am going to save it for #250. Mostly because #100 went by without my noticing.

Well it's time for my late night bubble bath. See yas.

Sunday, December 16, 2001

$90 salt shakers

Who the h*ll does Calvin Klein think he is? Charging $70 for a sheet!

Not even a sheet set. $70 for the flat sheet. $70 for the fitted sheet.

Don't even ask how much the comforters cost.

By the way, I am doing some preliminary research for registering for stuff for my wedding.

You know what? All of the nice stuff is expensive. Like, reeeeeally expensive.


Friday, December 14, 2001

"Motherhood Maternity" is redundant

Yesterday, I was walking down Broad Street and I saw this woman who was carrying two shopping bags. One was from Victoria's Secret. The other one was from Motherhood Maternity.

"Now there," I thought, "is a woman with a plan."

Thursday, December 13, 2001

I need a break

Sorry I haven't been writing much. You know how it gets around finals. Right now I'm taking a breather from finishing up my final project for Composotion for Non-Majors.

Today at 11am, I had my last Juries ever. Basically what Juries are, is at the end of each semester, you type up a list of all the songs you've been working on, go up in front of all of the voice teachers, sing one of the songs, and then sing one that they pick. You have to do it every semester except for spring of Senior year. So this was my last one.

Seriously, and with all modesty, I've been absolutely kicking ass all semester. I've sounded better than I've ever sounded in my whole life. (I can prove it; I recorded myself practicing a couple of times.) I was reeeeeeally psyched for Juries this year. There wasn't a single song on my list that was underprepared, I sounded fabulous on all of them, and the acting was solid for all of them, too.

On Sunday morning, I woke up with a sore throat and a little bit of a cough. I made it through the choral concert I was singing that day, but barely.

On Monday, my voice was a little scratchy, I was coughing a bit more, and I felt generally woozy and out of it.

On Tuesday (yesterday), I woke up with practically no voice at all. I spent all day attempting to cough up my lungs. I was coughing so hard that I developed a lower back ache. (No joke.)

Today I woke up feeling a little better, but not much. I took care of myself all morning, drank a lot of tea with honey and lemon, took some Robitussin...even took some Tylenol Sinus, even though I'm not supposed to take decongestants (because of my heart thing...I wouldn't even call it a condition; one of the valves doesn't close all the way). I tried to warm up seemed that my voice was coming back, little by little. I would by no means sound as fabulous as I've been sounding all semester, but I'd at least get the notes out. I actually sat down on the steps outside of the auditorium and prayed to get my voice back. I put a cough drop in my mouth and hoped for the best.

When I finally went up to sing...well, let's put it this way, I cried when I was done. I got thorugh it fine, but when I sat back down, I collapsed into tears. The teachers were all fabulously nice to teacher, Mary Ellen, told me not to be so hard on myself. But I wasn't being hard on myself, I told her, I was just angry. It wasn't fair. They all said that I did a good job and I have a beautiful voice. "I just wish you could've heard it," I croaked.

I know that Juries aren't really a big deal. I had realized this by the time I got through Sophomore year. I know that I don't have anything to prove - to them. But for me...I needed this. I needed to do well, for myself. Last semester, when I didn't even get called back, let alone cast in the role I wanted, and was devastated, it was doing well at Juries that helped me to feel better about myself. Once again, I didn't get cast, and I needed to do well, to prove to myself that I don't suck. And I know that it isn't my fault that I caught the cold from Hell and lost my voice...but I'm just really disappointed that I missed my last opportunity to show them what I can do.

Well, back to my Composition project. I'll be back with happier thoughts later, I promise.

Sunday, December 9, 2001

theatrical instincts

Just to let you know, I didn't get cast. At all. Whatever. I'm not about to turn this diary into the place I come to bitch about UArts.

Billy locked his keys in his car ysterday. With the motor running. And all of us standing around in tuxes and formal dresses (on our way to a concert we were singing) on Pine Street.

So then after the concert, this conversation took place between myself and a friend of mine:

Him - "Hey, there are my parents."

Me - "Oooh! Can I pretend to be your girlfriend?"

Him - "Why?"

Me - "Uh...I don't know. Because."

I was thinking about it, and that's just what theater majors do. We pretend to be the girlfriends of our gay friends - or at the very least, we pretend to have some kind of flirtation going on. You know, to cover up the truth. It's like an instinct.

One of the first things he said to his parents after introducing me was that I'm getting married.

He's a music major. They are not fun like us theater people.

If I'd been feeling adventurous, I would've said, "Yup, I'm getting married. TO YOUR SON!!!"

But I didn't.

Thursday, December 6, 2001


Right now I am taking a break from working on my research paper. I have a page to fill with my conclusion and I have to collect my thoughts and build up some more steam. And my way of doing this is to sign on and tell you all that my butt is numb from sitting in front of my computer all night.

It's shaping up to be a really good paper...except for the whole thing about it being too short. My succinctity is really a curse.

I know that "succinctity" isn't really a word. I make words up all the time. Usually when I make up a word, it is to replace a phrase. For example, the only other way I can think of to say what I said above is "My gift for stating things succinctly is really a curse." But "stating things succinctly" is, in effect, a verb (modified by an adverb), and I was looking for a noun, so I would've had to have added "my gift for." Now isn't "succinctity" a much nicer, more SUCCINCT way of putting it?

I'm sorry. I'm not usually this wordy. It's the damned (pronounced dam-ned) research paper. It's got me in verbose mode.

Monday, December 3, 2001

lord & taylor

Today has pretty much been a typical Sunday so far. I came thisclose to staying in bed, dragged myself into the shower and got ready & out the door just barely in time to make it to church.

After Mass, I went to The Gallery (the closest thing to a mall we have here in Center City - again, part of my weekly routine), and actually bought a bunch of stuff today (I can't tell you what; most of it was Christmas presents). I dug deep into the bowels of my wallet to find enough money to get a Baja Chicken Gordita (a gordita is more filling than a soft taco, thanks to the pillowy flatbread), and headed home.

I always walk past Lord & Taylor (in the Wanamaker know, where the Mannequin movies take place) and admire the outfits in the window displays that I'm not sophisticated enough to wear, even if I could afford them. (Side note - it was in front of Lord & Taylor where those Asian Tourists took a picture of me.)

Today, one of the mannequins was wearing this beautiful sparkly headband thingie - it's hard to describe, but it would be PERFECT for my wedding. I think. I have to take a closer look at it (and see how much it costs) first...which means going inside...

So there I was, wearing jeans, a long-sleeved Britney Spears "Oops!" Tour t-shirt, a denimn jacket that's about 12 sizes too big for me and sneakers from Payless, and carrying a big ol' shopping bag from Old Navy. And my Taco Bell was getting cold.

I was NOT about to go in there for the first time dressed like that.

I don't know why I'm so intimidated by this store...but I am. I'm going to have to recruit a friend or two to go in there with me and look for that headband...and I'm going to have to wear real shoes. (ETA: It turned out to be a necklace, but nobody who was working in the store when I went to ask was able to tell me WHICH necklace. -2/7/08)

Sunday, December 2, 2001

research sentence

Aaaaaaack, I can hear a mouse moving around somewhere in my bedroom...but I don't know WHERE, exactly.

Did you know that the libraries at universities dedicated solely to the arts don't have very many scholarly books? I shouldn't be surprised, I guess. That's what I get for trying to write a scholarly research paper.

But you know what? It's not like my grade in this particular class really matters anyway, so I'm considering writing this on a piece of paper and handing it in: "There are different versions of many of Shakespeare's plays, and nobody knows which one is the real one."

I have this amazing gift for being concise.

Saturday, December 1, 2001


Here's a tidbit to make you as disturbed as I am: do you have any idea how much weddings cost? The average cost for a wedding in this country is $19,000. That's right, nineteen THOUSAND dollars.

And no matter what you do to cut costs, you're going to end up paying not much less than that.

Because when it comes right down to it, you want to have good food, and a good photographer, and you don't want a terrible dj, do you? And do you really want to skimp on your WEDDING DRESS?? And the little things...OH THE LITTLE THINGS!

If you're a spoiled youngest child with a guilt complex about being spoiled, planning a wedding can be a stressful experience.


Since I know that I'll probably have to wear my character shoes for the dance callback next Tuesday, I just pulled them out and put them on so I can get used to them again.

They were literally covered with dust.

For those of you who don't dance or do theater, character shoes are dancing shoes with heels (mine are 1.5"), relatively flexible soles, and ankle straps. I have all of these issues with my feet and ankles so I haven't danced in them in years.

They still fit my feet like a glove, though. That's an odd metaphor to use in this context, isn't it? Okay, to be more accurate: They still fit my feet like shoes that I wore in many shows, requiring them to be on my feet for several hours a day.

This was really pointless. Sorry.

close call

"So, Kerry," I can hear you all saying, "How did the auditions go?"

They went okay. My singing audition could've been (a LOT) better, but the monologues and the dancing went pretty well.

I had a bit of a crisis today when the callback lists went up and my name was entirely absent...AGAIN.

I was settling into a nice downward-spiral of self-loathing (I even bought myself some Taco Bell - there's nothing like a Baja chicken taco for comfort food), when the choreographer called me to say that I WAS, in fact, called back; my name had been left off of the list entirely by accident.

So even though I wasn't called back for any actual roles, and I wasn't called back for the Sondheim review that I really wanted to be in, I WAS called back for the ensemble of Sweet Charity. The dancing ensemble. The "Hey, Big Spender" ensemble.

I am happy. Whether I get in or not, I was called back to be a dancer. I've always wanted to be a dancer. =)

It's good that it turned out to be an oversight; I was about ready to crush some heads.