Public Restrooms?

So I as I sat down on my computer, and began to ponder about what to blog about today, I drew a complete blank. So just like any other normal person in twenty century, I pulled up the internet and googled "what to blog about".

Among the many ads and useless websites, I found one that was actually helpful. Shocker, I know! Anyway, I found a website that offered a free randomized blog topic generator. With the click of a button, a a generator will find you a random topic to blog about.

Public Restrooms.

Is my life really THAT boring, that the best thing I can do is write and talk about public restrooms?

Lets see, if I have to go. I go. If the bathroom is gross, I'll go extra fast or put down toilet paper.

Yeah. Lets face it.... I am not going to blog about public restrooms. My life isn't THAT boring. Clearly, I have better things to do with my time.

Or at least, I hope I have better things to do with my time.

Rachel.

Perfection isn't so Perfect?

We've all heard it said, time and time again from our parents and friends, "nobody is perfect". No one can be perfect, and nothing is ever perfect. There are pros and cons to everything and everyone.

But is that all entirely true?

I can never seem to get over the idea of perfection. My life isn't perfect, but I'm content with what I have. But there is always that one topic/issue, that always makes perfection seem so impossible. Boys.

Now, I'm single. I've been in one "semi-serious" relationship since I've started college. It lasted for only about 3 1/2 months. The break up wasn't bad. Basically, we both just decided that we weren't "perfect" for each other.

Currently, I have my mind set on asking this partially boy out. Until, I found the background information. It seems that he grew up with that picture "perfect" childhood. You know, with the family who are so close, they could be best friends. He had all the toys. Got good grades. Did his chores. I'm sure anyone who has been to the movies or has read a book, understands what I mean by this picture "perfect" childhood.

So his whole life was like that. So does that mean, he wants a picture perfect wife? Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. That's one thing I am clearly not.

For every guy I've ever been interested in, it usually concludes with: I'm too perfect. OR I'm not perfect enough.

So what is "perfect"? How do I make the "perfect" mistakes? Who sets this idea of "perfect"? Can someone be "perfect"? With the prefect, down falls in life, that have a perfect ending?


Perfect. Think about it for a while. What exactly does it mean?

Theatre Thoughts:

Last night was opening night for Tartuffe. I think it went really well. We had an amazing audience, and it sounded like they were having a really good time. We've been truly blest with an awesome cast. Not to mention, one of the most amazing sets, that I've seen in a really long time.

I've been thinking a lot about theatre lately. How did I get so addicted? I mean, when did this all start. But what gets me the most, is what the hell is it about theatre that makes me want to continue to do more and more. Somedays, it feels like, it doesn't matter how many shows I am working on at the moment, I still want to do more! I can never be satisfied. And here's another thought: How do you know when you know everything there is to know about theatre? Do you just keep learning forever and ever? ... I think that's what I enjoy the most. It doesn't matter how much theatre you do, there is always room to learn.

Sports are the same way. But only to some extent. I mean, once you learn how to hit a ball, catch it, and run around the bases, there's nothing else to learn. Sure, you can practice and get better. But you've already learned the game. Theatre is the exact opposite. The game is always changing. Therefore, you can always be learning more. You can practice all you want, and you may get better, but that doesn't mean you've learned anything that you didn't know before.

Today was our cast party. It was a lot of fun. Very relaxed and a much needed break from life. We have another show tonight and tomorrow afternoon. I have a lot of homework to do, but for some reason, the motivation just does not want to come to me at all. So I've been doing nothing productive all afternoon. But, that's nothing new at all.

Just a thought.

Rachel :).

The Great Cheese War.

I love my roommate. I really do, but this week... its been an endless war between us.

The topic: American Cheese

The debate: White or Yellow?

Why: Because, Janzow decide to serve grilled cheese with yellow cheese.

My Option: White. My mom warned me about the midwest and their views on cheese. But like always, I didn't believe her. But she was right. Being in college, I have discovered very quickly that midwesterns prefer Orange American cheese. This is a new concept to me. Growing up, its always been white. When you go to the deli and ask for a pound of American cheese, you get a pound of white cheese. American cheese is suppose to be white. It taste better white. Apart from being white, it needs to be from a deli. I never knew so many people in my life before who prefer individual wrapped, pre-sliced cheese. It taste like plastic.

Bethany's Option: Yellow. To begin, it is not Orange, its yellow. She thinks white cheese is weird and rare. When she goes to a deli and ask for American cheese, she gets orange cheese. Except, she doesn't buy her cheese at the deli. But that is besides the point. She's lived in Nebraska her whole life. And so, she believes that yellow American cheese taste better.

The facebook status: "I need an official poll. When you go to the store and buy American cheese, is it White or is it Orange-Yellow"

The facts: American cheese was originally white. But over time, people wanted something different. And so cheese markers mixed cheddar in. Which was the beginning of Orange Yellow American cheese.

It is also important to note here, that Nebraska is not in fact in the midwest.. but is technically consider to be part of the great plains. Thanks Tasha!

The conclusion: All American Cheese is processed. Therefore, its all fake. No matter the color, it's made up of different cheeses. So its not even original. I would go as far as to say, that it's not even its own cheese. No wonder its American.

I know. I know, thats not a real conclusion. But we couldn't let the endless fighting go on forever. We do, after all, have to live with each other.

Who would of thought, a grilled cheese could cause so much drama.

Snow.

I was wearing shorts yesterday.

Now it's snowing.

Friday. Friday. Friday.

Opening show tonight.

Go away snow!

love, Rachel

The Life of a College Theatre Addict

The show: Tartuffe
This weekend.
My job: Assistant Stage Manger
The cast: awesome.
The set: OMG amazing.
Hours put into the show: Monday through Friday. 4 to 630. Since Christmas time.
The stress: Its been higher. But its been lower.

My thoughts: I'm excited. It's amazing. I haven't slept in what feels like years.

Just life.

This time. I'm serious. Ok. Maybe not. But I would really honestly like to be. I kind of got some motivation, but I guess only time will tell.


So after reading old post... So much as changed. For one, I have no idea what it was that Megan and I got so upset about after that Talent show. I was prob. just being silly. But heres how it goes:

That night after the talent show Megan and Bryan drove to Illinois to look at a school that Bryan was offered a job at. Prom went well. Tylor is now... well, he has a boyfriend. But I should of saw that coming. Lots of little details of prom.

I'm in college. In Nebraska. The good life. The first few months were kind of hard. I had some roommate issues. But, its gotten a lot better. I got a new roommate, Bethany. And I pretty much love her. She's becoming one of my best friends. I love school. I hate the cold. Nebraska is the good life. Like I said, a lot of things have changed. But thats alright, because I diff. think its for the better. And for the first time, in a long time... I'm happy with the paths I've taken.


Rachel.