Fiddler on the Roof

I am very much in a grumpy mood. And I was going to dedicate this post to every snark, rude, sarcastic, horrible comment that I could make to everyone in this world. But I decided to shake things up on my blog because let's be real. When do I NOT talk about that? Right? SO here is a late post about a lovely thing that happened to me this summer called Fiddler on the Roof.

I wasn't sure that I was going to audition because I didn't know if it would work out with work and all the other things I had going on this summer. I was really nervous and really skeptical. BUT all worked out well and I was asked to play the third daughter, Chavela!! It was the best experience of my life! I loved every minute of it :) So here are some pictures to help you grasp the feelings.

What would a show be without two of your best friends???

...Also Claire..don't know how I didn't get a picture with her.

 This adorable little girl played the youngest sister. She was my FAVORITE!! She always brought a smile to my face:)

 And Hannah!!! Where would I be without Hannah? She's amazing.

 That awkward moment when your friend who is a boy has shinier lips than you....

This is Kristian. Basically my BEST friend. So cool, so inspirational, so understanding, so talented. Look him up!

 Alexis was our "fiddler on the roof". She is easily the sweetest girl I know. Always handing out compliments, so easy to get along with, love her.

 Our family :)

 My favorite girls on the earth.

 Agnus!! Best stage mom ever. She brought roses for all her 'girls' on closing night. She is so fun to work with and a joy to be around.

 Another sister. She was so sweet and so funny!!

 Ammon is super taller than me. Hence the awkward angle of this photo. But he's pretty cool too:)

 Lynne is AMAZING. Enough said.

 Andrew and I adopted this cute girl:)

 This is Ray. He has some mental issues so somedays he was hard to work with. But everything he does is so heartfelt and he is an awesome guy. So willing to help.

 And of course, my bff Andrew. He's pretty cool. We were very precious. 100 percent of the time. We even got claps and fans every once and awhile. Good times.

And this...adequately describes my relationship with Christian Wawro. 

And that is that!!

Dear World.
I strongly dislike school photos. Especially senior photos that you have to put in the yearbook. Here's the deal. Most days, when I smile, I just reallllly look Asian. And as much as I'd love to be Asian...I just don't have the hair or skin tone to match it.
I also have grown up in the world of digital photography. So when you take a picture of me, I will request to see it and make you take a new one if I don't like it. So mostly when I saw my senior pictures, the ones where I'm just sitting formally...I cried. Because I hate pictures of me. Especially these ones. Because I'm vain. And I hate when I look ugly. Or feel like I look ugly. It makes me want to...not say nice words. And punch things.
So basically....I just want someone to take a picture of me where I look pretty...and feel pretty...and can rock my Asian-ness instead of just looking like...poop.

Dear World.
On the plus side, I found out today that I will be competing at this year's Shakespeare competiton. I will be performing a monologue from The Merchant of Venice, Act 2 scene ii, portraying the role of Lancelot Gobo. So stoked, so intimidated, so excited, so nervous. Don't look up any videos of the monologue...because they all suck. Just watch me when I rock it. Deal? Deal.
K bye.

1. Red jeans are NOT hipster. Red jeans are mainstream.
2. Red jeans look cute enough on me that I could care less about how mainstream they are.
3. Shakespeare. Causes me anxiety. Makes me nervous.
4. Drama Retreat. Suddenly hit me that I'm the oldest. I'm kind of a brat. I like to just be friends with people who are older than me so I can aim to be as old and as cool as them...but then they grow up and suddenly I have to try and make friends with everyone younger than me but I don't actually know how to do that because I've never had to do it before.
5. The lake is NOT full of leeches.
6. I have a hot date with a hot boy from New Jersey. He's kind of weird but....it's all good. Please enjoy this picture that I stole from facebook.

Not too shabby eh? Don't worry, the girl is only his sister.
7. A man came into Jamba Juice today and this is the conversation that we had:
Me: Hey Landon! How are you doing? (I obviously had just read the name on the screen that had his order....not that hard, right?)
Landon: Oh hey! I'm doing well..*awkward pause as he sort of props his head on his hand, leans on the counter, charmingly says..* Hey..uh..remind me of your name again?
Me: Uh....what? *frantically searching my mind for how I know him* Do I know yo-- OH! No! I don't know you, I just read your name on the screen thing...yeah. Oh. Awkward.
Landon: Oh! I was trying really hard to figure it out!
Me: Imagine if I'd been wearing my name tag (I'd forgotten it at home) and you had just pretended to know me! How embarrassing!
Landon: Oh yeah. Good times...well, see you later!
Me: Marry me.
Okay. That last part was a lie but...still pretty great, right?
8. .....yeah...I don't have anything else to day. PEACE

My last first day of school....publicly at least.

Driving Thelma...WHAT?!?

Bless my heart

Yep...I'm absolutely that cool. 

Today was great! I honestly felt like school never ended. That feeling is a little bittersweet. But going back wasn't very hard. I made a fool of myself and felt so okay about it! Just one of the perks of being a senior I guess.
And yes. I already have senioritis. Woo!

My blog is strugglin!! I don't have any pictures and I don't have anything to say.
Except for maybe this cool picture of a license plate. Is it cats wag? Or cat swag? Either way, I'm kind of obsessed.
School starts on Tuesday. Let's be real though. School actually never got out for me because I've been planning for it all summer SO. No big changes. Thankfully I have restocked my closet with lots of clothes and shoes and underwear and socks.
Sometimes I forget that school has an academic aspect as well...
Sometimes I'm going to go see Wicked tomorrow. STOKED. Peace out.

I'll be home come sundown

What a bittersweet week it's been. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were mostly spent cleaning for a dear friend who is moving to Europe for the next few months with her husband and two adorable girls. (The ones I nannied for) Tuesday also included a Seminary council meeting, some tears (more than I'd liked) and rehearsal. Wednesday I was able to go boating with my Young Men and Young Women for about 2 hours before I had to sneak away, once again, to rehearsal.
Thursday was the Choir Council retreat. We hiked to Timp Caves at 8:00 am, went to Zupas for lunch, and spent the entire afternoon planning out the year. Thursday was a really good, but really rough day. As we were hiking down the mountain, we received word that Emily Austin, one of our choir members who had been fighting a long battle with Leukemia, had passed away that morning.
Something told me every single day last week that I needed to go see her. And I didn't.

Emily kept me going most days last year. She always radiated the light of Christ and the light of life even though her body restricted her from doing most things. She touched the lives of so many people, especially mine. She will be missed. But I cannot wait to see her in heaven, no longer bound by the disease that she battled her whole life. I have no doubt that she is already bringing to pass the Lord's work. I love you, Emily.

So Thursday was hard. In addition to Emily's passing, I was exhausted from getting home from rehearsal at midnight each night and getting up very early the next morning to work hard. I'd just hiked a mountain, and spent 4 hours debating with opinionated people. And I had to go to rehearsal for 6 hours with puffy eyes and billions of overly dramatic people who like to pretend they understand. And some people do understand. But it just didn't sound pleasant.
Thankfully I got to go to rehearsal and spend my time with Katie and Hannah. I have never been so grateful to see their faces. Katie had a box of tissues, I had a pillow, and Hannah had a fan. We sat in our bloomers in the dressing room. We avoided putting eye make up. We knelt in prayer. We mourned the loss of a friend together.

I have the best sisters in the world. Our performance that night was more real than ever before. it suddenly became beautiful. Truly a part of each of us. I love these girls more than anything. And I love this show.
I made it through the night and spent most of yesterday recuperating. Last night we opened the show. It was awesome. I've never felt so good performing. It wasn't my best performance, but I think I finally understood why I perform. It just felt right.
Church is true. Come see my show. Go Ye Now In Peace.