I really hate when things end. I still remember just about everything about where I was when I first saw the initial trailer for Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens. I had been tasked to write about the experience for the Atlanta-based variety show Scene Missing Presents. I remember my heart pounding, my palms … Continue reading in which it’s about a month until the rise of skywalker, and, unsurprisingly, i have a lot of feelings
When I was in grade school, my very sweet and wonderful and supportive teachers used to write things in my yearbook like: "I can't wait to see you onstage at the Oscars someday!" Which is a very kind thing to write in a theatre dork's yearbook. But I also kind of bought it, gang. I've … Continue reading i am probably never going to win an oscar, or why i loved thor in endgame so much
Good news, nerds! runDisney just published the Digital Event Guide for the Star Wars Rival Run Weekend. SOMETHING NEW TO MEMORIZE YAY. The fact that's the most deeply burned into my brain regarding logistics for the Sunday morning half marathon? The fact that runners are encouraged to be bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and all-aboard official event transportation … Continue reading in which our intrepid heroine rambles on about theatre and running. again.
You can change your mind But you cannot change your heart Your heart knows what you're hiding Your heart knows where you are I was in about one of the darkest places mentally that I've ever been in the night that I saw Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark on Broadway. First of all: oh, that's … Continue reading i still don’t know what “turn off the dark” means, though
Guys, I know that running is awful, but I super recommend training for a half-marathon. I'm pretty depressed and anxious right now, and my brain is very nearly drowning in worries about money, food, my job, whether or not we're moving to Pittsburgh, whether or not anyone can tell that my pants are falling off … Continue reading oh, snap. am i kind of in love with running?
According to Spotify, the very first song I listened to in 2018 was "Bikini Bottom Day" from the SpongeBob SquarePants musical. Jump out of bed Mix up a breakfast for my favorite pet snail Full steam ahead The S.S. I Am Ready is about to set sail Once upon a time in college, I went with my … Continue reading are you ready, kids? NO. or: maybe the krusty krab pizza IS the pizza for you and me
Well, I'm running down the road Trying to loosen my load In 2019, I'm running a half-marathon. Alongside my parents and one of my best friends, I am officially signed up for April's Star Wars Rival Run at Walt Disney World. I'm so excited I can barely stand it. I haven't been to Disney World … Continue reading running and rocking and rolling
"Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous." Everything was sunshine when I first felt the Monster rumble underneath my skin. It's a glorious morning-- warm enough for iced coffee, but October enough for some pumpkin syrup. And there's a nice breeze in the air and the sun is out and nothing is wrong … Continue reading monster angst and pumpkin coffee
Part of what I like so much about theme parks is that you spend the whole day succeeding. Oh, Optimus Prime needs your help getting the AllSpark? No problem. Spider-Man needs your help taking down the Sinister Six? Nailed it! Doctor Doom needs your help harvesting screams to power Latveria? ON IT, DOOM. (For real. … Continue reading you are enough, or: i still have a lot of feelings about theme park rides
When I was in the 8th grade, I saw Dead Poets' Society for the first time, and I felt like I knew who I was supposed to be. I felt completely validated. I had been right all along about the power and importance of books and plays and poetry and following your dreams. I already … Continue reading what if you were already extraordinary?
I was a stuffed animal kid. Stuffed animals are the best possible toy. They offer all of the companionship and boundless playing pretend opportunities that dolls do, but they aren't creepy nor are they an upsetting push on little girls to go ahead and be super pumped about motherhood. Dude, I am three. Can I … Continue reading dani & waddles, or the stuffed penguin who loved me
It feels just like a normal hangover. I am puffy, guilty, thirsty, and desperately wishing that I could take back all of the things I said yesterday, even if I meant them. Being in therapy or talking to a psychiatrist on any day that isn't One of Those Days makes me feel like a liar. … Continue reading when what is true isn’t what is real