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Name: Becca
Birthday: 7/21/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Music is my first language, so it's more likely you'll catch me singing or sleeping when I think I'm by myself. I love stories and fiction. The imagination is overrated in today's world, and I come to put an end to that. I love working with children and would like to do it for the rest of my life. You should hire me.
Expertise: Working with Children in Theatre.
Occupation: Theatre Educator for Young Chi
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  beccazoan
Yahoo:  vb152002
Member Since:
8/28/2004
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There is an ongoing debate in my cast of Willy Wonka on whether or not the drinking fountain water tastes different from the sink water. In order to squelch the debate, ASM extraordinaire David needed to get a taste test sample of water, but couldn't let our tester, who was getting ready right by the sink, see which cup he was using to do so.
So I walked in and asked Maddie to come with me; I had something to show her.
"Am I in trouble?"
I assured her she wasn't. I had no idea what to tell her because I'd already given notes, so I looked at my clipboard as we got to the table.
This cast loves the magic card tricks that another cast member does, so I told her that I just learned a new one.
I flipped to the backside of my paper and asked for her favorite color.
"Purple."
I asked for her favorite number. "5"
I asked for her favorite, I paused, not having an idea what to ask for until, "Dinosaur!"
She paused in thought. "Pterodactyl."
Great. I had my list. Now I had no idea what kind of magic I was supposed to do with it. I looked up and smiled. "Okay. Now close your eyes. This magic trick will tell me what color your eyes are."
So she covered her eyes, which I had just noted the color of. I looked at the three words. "Brown!"
She opened her eyes, astounded, while Shirley, the adult orchestra conductor, and Peter, the youth drummer, were sitting at the other end of the green room table in awe of her acceptance of my magic.
Here's the best part: seven other cast members flocked to the table to try the magic trick. Sure enough, they too were astounded by my magic. Andrew even went as far to tell the other members of the cast not to ask me how I did it, "Because not knowing is part of the fun of magic."
I am apparently a natural born swindler.
That is my story; I thought that I would share it with you, because it is fully worth sharing.
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| Wow, a lot has changed in the format since I last updated... ten million years ago (quite possibly six months?)
I have been putting my energy into ten thousand different things. Here is what has changed.
1) Boyfriend
2) I am no longer the girl who sits online doing "stuff" and chatting for a few hours each night. Now I go to a friend's (or boyfriend's) and spend those hours being social, or antisocial and catch up watching Lost (sadly now over), Chuck, or Glee. When I have the heart, I will catch up on Heroes. Sometimes, for grins and giggles, I go to bed around 11... just because!
3) I've been opening at Noodles a Ton lately, hense the early bedtimes. Working 8-2 or 8-4/5 five or six days a week can be exhausting when you add an additional 20 hours of theatre.
4) For the first time in three months, I've stopped doing devotions in the morning after breakfast before work. This is officially unhappening as of this week. These past few months really got away from me. Two steps forward, three steps back, you know?
5) I ran my very first half marathon. 13.1 miles in 2 hours and 40 minutes. It was yesterday. Today, my everything hurts, and it is glorious.
6) Somewhere along the line, Noodles shift managing got very stressful. I hope it's just a phase. I went from being awesome to not being so awesome. I hope it is just self-pressure that I"m putting on myself and none of my coworkers or bosses feel that way.
7) I'm, as of August 1st, the Resident STage Manager for Stages Theatre Company. It's the Children's theatre that I've been SMing at for the past 3 years. I am so crazy excited, and intimidated. They created this position and scrimped the budget to find room for me; I hope I can live up to my own standards.
Anyway, to the meat of the post.
I'm determined to find the summer's best pizza. I will go to all the pizza places around where I live, south metro, local to eagan, and even venture into the twin cities themselves, to find my favorite pizza, the crown glory, the summer's best pizza.
So far I've tackled Old Chicago and PIzza Hut. I'm making delicious progress, but it occurs to me that I need criteria by which to judge.
My criteria will be considered in the next post. Sadly to say, I'll probably need to try that Old chicago pizza again.
Darn.
I'm back, and hopefully more diligent in informing you of my life... for anyone who still checks.
Love,
Becca | | |
| So there are five or six of us living in a sanitarium's second floor.
The place isn't frightening, but there is an air of forced/strained tranquility all around us, and I can feel it. We spend our afternoons in a common room, walking around in white scrubs from couches to tables and various different activities.
When sleeping at night, we would have vivid dreams of living. We would sleep, and in our sleep, leave the sanitarium walls into the town beyond. At times, we would even share the dreams, all waking up remembering them together. One time we all threw a party together in our sleep. I was in my living room and the other people of the sanitarium kept showing up with plates of food, soda, board games, and movies. Other times dreams were not so pleasant, nightmares lived while asleep. I caught a glimpse of another woman's nightmare once, tied to an arm chair.
My dreams were often the most normal. I had dreams of entertaining parties in living rooms and walking through parts of cities and exploring the safe and unsafe areas. There was a hill covered in pavement with sidewalk leading down and up. There were tall buildings on each side of the street on the very tops of two hills and traveling the steep incline of the hill's depression. There was graffiti on the first ten feet of each building, but as you got towards the middle and top the buildings were pristine. As I walked down one side of the hill, I realized I was in a very dangerous area. There weren't drug dealers or muggers that I could see, but it just felt unsafe. I walked faster and faster until I was on the bottom of the one hill and walking my way up the other side. With each step, safety felt closer.
I also had dreams about seeing my younger brother. In some strange way, I felt like the dreams about seeing my brother felt more like dreams than the other sleep imaginings. It was almost as if I were truly living while asleep, waking up to a sanitarium, and in some blessed moments of rest, remembering my brother in my dreams. These dreams were just different. They were different because there was just a whisper of control over them, like dreams normally are. The other dreams we had seemed to have control, but not ours. It was strange; it was almost as if we had another person exactly like us making our decisions that we would have made anyway, but it wasn't quite us making the decisions. Often I woke disconcerted.
Normally we only see one doctor, which doesn't bother me at first, but then I realize how odd that is for a facility. We are also never allowed visitors or to see what is beyond the door to the common room. I know in my very core that there is something wrong here, but I also know in the dream that this is a sanitarium, believe that I am crazy, and let it go. I had accepted that I was nuts and dismissed my own judgement.
Yet I hadn't dismissed it completely. One day I asked if I could leave and the doctor with black hair laughed softly and said I couldn't, but I could try if I wanted to. He played it almost as if a joke, but it wasn't. There was something behind this man, and now the others were starting to feel it too. Was this really a sanitarium? Maybe we weren't crazy. Maybe we hadn't checked ourselves in, maybe the medication wasn't to help us, but to keep us here or from thinking too much. My mind reeled as I discovered his smile wasn't placating but a dark facade of humor.
Then one afternoon, we were released for a few hours. The door opened and he was standing there with his arm ushering us through. We all stood for a few moments before walking tentatively through. As I passed through the front door of the Victorian house that we'd been staying in all that time, I realized I'd never seen the front. I looked around and we were on the outskirts of a very small town. The ground around us was the kind of light brown dirt you find in places where it refuses to rain. In the distance i could see a wide squatty building that could only be a high school. I'd had no idea where I was, and now I was terrified. What if I had to go back?
I had to see my brother. I started to run to the school, and it felt very good. I looked down at my feet on the sidewalk and realized I'd been wearing running shoes the entire time. I couldn't hear the people running behind me, but I knew my friends were following.
We entered the high school and the busy lunch commotion stopped. I saw the boy who I thought was my brother sitting on a table in a group of guys his age, and staring back at us like ghosts alive.
The world stopped and in my dream I woke to reality. We were their sims. To them, we were not real until this moment.
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| I am thoroughly smitten.
I can't put this on as my facebook status because he is my facebook friend.
Even though we are dating, I don't want to put this on facebook as the status that I wanted to because it will prove for all time that I am indeed a dork.
So instead, I will put it on xanga where like, three people will see it.
Thank you, my three people, for letting me just say that.
Semi-secretly. | | |
| Can you feel it?
The urge, the pull, the call for adventure?
I've been dreaming consistently again, so it's time I start writing them down again.
In the past two weeks I've had three nightmares- two involving old houses filled with rows and rows of empty, made beds. The third involving sinkholes popping up everywhere, swallowing people at will.
Last night, I was hanging off a 100 foot ladder wearing high heels, shouting down to Nikki Barger if she wanted to see a movie with me. I was too high up and the wind was too loud. She went on to the carnival without me, because she couldn't hear. It was okay. Andrea, who was below me on the ladder, would go with me. We got to the mall and were sidetracked by a store full of purses.
There have been a few others, but I didn't write them down so I didn't remember them.
I had a great day off today, but I thirst for adventure. | | |
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