Tales from the Yellow Brick Road

4:14pm: I started a separate blog. I may or may not continue posting here, but probably. If you would like to check it out, which I encourage but do not expect, it's http://fleetingfancies-fritsch.blogspot.com.

Things are pretty good here. I'm back home, and have been for more than two weeks now. Nothing too exciting going on. Working, seeing people, watching hockey, it's all good. I miss London, but I'm not going to harp on about it, because it will just annoy people and won't make me feel any better. Plus, it's kind of nice to be home. It's homey.

7:19pm: I'm just going to throw some things out there...

I DO NOT want to write a paper on the politics of the Middle East, but I must as it is due tomorrow. This actually means I will probably end up doing most of it tomorrow morning before class, because that's how I roll.

I DO want to read the book about the Titanic I just got out of the library. The anniversary was Tuesday/yesterday, I went to a talk about it at work, and I used to know everything (even more than Leigh Genetti) about it. Grr... I blame the Middle East.

I DO NOT want any more time to pass. I only have three more weeks today, and I am not pleased about it. If you can't tell, I'm a little reluctant about leaving London.

I DO want it to be at least a week from now so that all of my Imperial friends will be back from their Easter holiday. Whose idea was it to have a four week break right before I leave? Grr... I blame the Middle East.

1:53pm: I've been having some truly awesome chats with friends and family lately. Let's just say, Skyping with the Fritsches while at least some of them are drunk is a good time. I can't wait to go home and become "pleasantly happy" with my Aunt Mary Ellen. But I've also been getting crazy mixed signals from my family about moving out here permanently someday. And by mixed, I mean that my Grams has expressed her great displeasure that I would ever consider leaving her again and my father has basically packed half the house in his mind and is bent on moving here, too. Mom seems to be slowly coming around to the idea. I know that she is just worried about money and thinking about the separation, but she told me that she's going to save up her air miles so that I don't have to pay to come back for auditions. Excuse me if I'm getting a bit Little Women all up in here, but I never thought I would love anywhere as much as I love home, but I REALLY don't want to leave London. I mean, I want to go home, obviously, but not quite yet and only for a bit. Next year is going to be amazing, if only for the fact that I'll finally be living out of student housing with two of my favorite people in the world. Plus, I only have classes on Tuesday's and Thursday's, which will give me ample time to work or visit people. Hopefully work. The drama program I'm looking at over here is a wee bit pricey, so I'll need to actually start saving, as opposed to working all summer, spending it all year, and then starting over again. Anne is trying to hook me up at the Miller and I'm going to send in an app for the University Library. I think having "National Archives" on my resume should give me some sort of boost, right? I vote yes. Also, this summer should be pretty good. Again, I'm kind of torn because I love summer, working like crazy, being able to hang out with friends and family, eating, and such, but, um, LONDON. It's not even just the city anymore. In fact, besides those first four weeks, this semester hasn't been very "go out and DO London". It's getting to the comfortable point. I only wish the gang from last term was still around, because then everything would just seem right. Please, can't I stay just another few weeks? Or maybe until August?

8:13pm: I will be home one month from today.


Well, technically, it is one month from yesterday, but I don't think that first day is really going to count due to jet lag. So, in true livejournal form, I will acknowledge this day by making some lists. (Yes, I was slightly inspired by Emma's lists).

Things I am addicted to after living here:
-plain yogurt
-muesli
-dried apricots
-raisins
-bran cereal
-crunchy peanut butter (I had always been a smooth girl)
-Lush soaps
-cheap, good theatre
-street markets
-The Tube
-Barney purple
-red wine (don't worry, I'm not actually addicted to this, I have simply developed a taste for it)
-non-bifurcated garments
-bread pudding


Things I miss:
-people (duh)
-Trader Joe's
-Meijer('s)
-my bed
-my house
-driving
-coffee yogurt
-dollar bills
-good tap water
-things that are open past 8pm
-having all my Chucks
-food that does not come out of a cafeteria
-water that comes out of one tap

And that's just to name a few.

6:27pm: I have had one of the most stellar, sleep deprived weeks of my life and my body is celebrating with a fever and the inability to deal with anything more than watered down vitamin water. Rock on.

1:31pm: I was fairly dead to the world for a bit. I guess that's what happens when your internship starts (a week late), you catch the plague, your show goes into tech/goes up, and your dad and Grams come to visit. I think I had a right to be AWOL for a while there. Shall I catch you up on my life? Yes? Okay, here goes.

Internship:
I work at the National Archives four days a week.

Plague:
Funnily enough, people on this side of the ocean also accuse me of having the plague.

Tech:
I was so ready for Forum to be over.

Run:
Forum was flippin' sweet and I never wanted it to end.

Cast Party:
Bottle of wine

Visit from Dad and Grams:
Do you remember that part in HP3 when the little old lady is crossing the street in front of the Knight Bus?

Current State:
An odd combination of post-show blues and feeling amazing because of the beautiful weather.

(P.S. I don't want to leave)

4:52pm: Yesterday was brilliant. I woke up fairly early, went grocery shopping (and stayed in my budget), went to Covent Garden and area to buy amazing £5 theatre tickets for that evening, came back to the flat, did laundry, ate a scrumptious flat-made dinner, went back out to Covent Garden with Becky, and then experienced A Midsummer Night's Dream performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company. If you can't recall half a sentence ago, those tickets were £5. To sit, not stand like you have to for £5 at the Globe. It was quite excellent, and a great way to kick off my second term in London, as far as theatre goes. Oh, and while I was at the tube stop, I was (apparently) hit on by a (supposedly) attractive guy. You'd have to ask China and Becky, because I was too busy tap dancing. I then had a lovely shower. All was right with the world.

And then I woke up today and found most of my food eaten and tea (in liquid, not bag form) in the silverware drawer. At least, I hope it's tea.

10:56am: Things I've learned this week:

1. Ask and you shall receive vintage boots at a discounted price.

2. There is a Ministry of Magic.

3. If you watch TV illegally, a man in a little white van will know.

4. Wold is a word.

8:09pm: What an excellent week. Mostly due to the inauguration, but,hey, that's an amazing reason in itself. On Tuesday, anyone who could prove they were an American citizen was admitted into Madame Tussaud's, free of charge. A couple of my friends and I decided to take advantage, because who actually wants to pay £25 to look at a bunch of wax? Exactly. We get there and the security guard checking bags was telling everyone, "If you want to watch the inauguration, you won't be able to here. I repeat, this is not a place to watch the inauguration." It was 4, it started at 5, we figure we could speed through without feeling guilty, see the new Barack, and then peace out and find a pub with a TV (not that hard). Let me just say, the wax figures were pretty cool and uber creepy. Glancing around the rooms, you're never quite sure who is real and what isn't. Anyway, we're buzzing through, getting some excellent pictures, and we get to the gallery with all the pop idols (the Beatles, Bob Marley, Freddie Mercury, Michael Jackson, etc.) on one side and world leaders on the other (no, I don't understand the planning, either) we see that there were tv's and huge projection screens everywhere, all showing the inauguration. So, after getting are pictures taken in the faux-Oval Office, we just stood there with a crowd of other Americans and watched most of the ceremony. It was brilliant. Besides the obvious (Obama), the things I thoroughly enjoyed were Aretha's hat and the fact that the British newscasters announced that the song she was about to sing was the national anthem. Um... it wasn't.

Also had my Contemporary British Culture class three times this week (we have to fit the semester into four weeks). The teacher is hilarious. The class is almost like a three hour comedy show about the UK, the US, and anything else he feels like talking about. Good times.

11:07am: This past week was a little rocky, but things are smoothing out now. My phone from last term somehow disappeared (which is going to cost me), it took forever to work out getting a new one (the system was down), I had/am having some difficulties with the travel arrangements for my tap trip to Edinburgh, and then there are the little things like jet lag, one of my bags' strap breaking on the way home, not being able to talk to my parents much, dealing with loud people coming home in the middle of the night, and just being in a new situation. Everything is pretty much sorted now, so hopefully things will be fairly smooth sailing from here on out. January has always been the worst month of the year for me; I say that I have most of my bad luck for the year in those first 31 days.

In other news, I had both tap and "Forum" rehearsals yesterday, so that's one of the reasons I feel better about life in general. It was great to see everyone again... and they seemed pretty happy to see me, too, which was very nice. Almost all of the old group from the revue is involved in one way or the other, so this promises to be good times. It made me miss my Americans from last term like crazy, though. Oh, well, hopefully we'll be able to get together at some point over the summer.

Not much else is going on right now. Start my British Culture class today with the rest of the interns, but since I was here last term, I already have my position at the National Archives, so I don't really have as much to do as the rest of them. I need to go to the library to get some books at some point. That's one of the nicer things about living at the main campus in Richmond. A bigger library, along with a mini gym, a kitchen, and paid travel. I think I could be okay with living out here. Haha, Phil got super pissed off when he found out that we were no longer living practically down the street from each other, but I know it will be fine. I'll be spending a lot of time up in Kensington and seeing everyone at rehearsals, same as always.

Oh, I saw stars last night. I think that was the first time I could see them while I was here; it was oddly comforting.

6:03pm: I'm back in London... kind of. I'm in Richmond, which is about 20 minutes outside of London, and I want to be IN London, and I'm not. Sigh. I have a tiny little room (single) and share a kitchen and bath with four other girls. The three I've met seem pretty cool (the other one still hasn't shown up, we think she had luggage problems), so that's a plus. I can't wait to see my Brits, and I miss my Americans like crazy. I'm still in an icky, jet lagged state of being, so really I'd just like to go to bed. Explored the area a bit with my flatmates; we bought cheap pans from Tesco. It was good. Running out of motivation to write in complete sentences. Wish my internet worked in my room.

9:30pm: So... you know how they say that you have to get way too drunk at least once in your life? And that you swear you will never get that drunk again? Yeah, that was Friday night/Saturday morning. I would just like to say that Margaret is an amazing friend. Luckily, I remember it (almost) perfectly, and I'm not about having that happen again. Ugh.

In other news: I leave to go back to London tomorrow. Even with the destination being somewhere as amazing as London, I truly hate packing/moving. I was able to leave some stuff there, but there was still a lot to stuff into bags. Also, I got a new rolly duffel to replace the duffel bag of death that I took last time, but it is MUCH smaller. You'd be surprised in what spaces you can fit a pair of Chucks.

All in all, this last week at home has been great. I'm glad that I'll be doing my internship when I get back to London. It gives me something different to look forward to. Though, I'll probably want to rip my hair out by the time the term is over because I'm working at a desk... a DESK! So, kind of like school.

More when I get to London.

10:01pm: Happy New Year!
Eight days late... that's not too bad.

Well, I did the obligatory "look over your year on livejournal" deal. It all fit on a single page. I don't think I like that. I wish I had kept up better, especially while in London. People keep asking me about the amazing things I did, and I'm having trouble recalling specifics without the aid of facebook pics. So, I guess my new year's resolution this year is going to be write more in this thing. I tried to get back in the habit over the summer, but that kind of fell through. I'm pretty good at following through with these resolution things.

My last week(s) in London was/were flippin' sweet. I would venture so say, some of the best in my life. I had a surprise birthday party, which was so surprising I'm still surprised at how surprised I actually was, there was the revue, some hardcore shopping, and quality bonding time. Oh, and finals, but they don't count. All in all, good stuff. Except for the good-byes, those were crap.

Coming back home was nice. A little odd at first, but now I'm quite comfortable, almost too comfortable. Now I'm conflicted about going back on Monday. Sigh. Worked a lot, but that's a good thing, I need the money. Froze my arse off and melted my shoes in the fire while working Holiday Nights at the Village, so that was good fun. Had my birthday, Christmas, New Year's, and Nadia's baptism without catastrophe. Didn't get to see too much of my friends over break, but tons of family, which was amazing. I wish I could take everyone back to London with me.

Stopped by BHS and CASA yesterday with Tyler. It was the best day ever. Not really because of stopping at the old schools, that was actually kind of off-putting at points, but the whole day. It was awesome. The Star Wars theme even played on the radio and Saganaki was eaten. And it was nice to know that I can still waltz into either building and be greeted with joy and hugs. OH, and Mr. Fadior has a SmartBoard now and I got to play with it. AND I got $9.00 jeans. AND an awesome Great Gatsby t-shirt. AND I had dinner with Aunt Mary Ellen. See! Good day.

That's a pretty good start for the new year, if I do say so myself. I have a funny feeling about 2009. I'm not sure if it will be good or bad, just different. I've caught myself saying things like "this will be the best year ever, the year I succeed!" at the beginning of other years, but that's not quite how this one feels. We'll see, though, won't we? Maybe there is something pivotal in the near future, or maybe just crap. Hopefully nothing too terrible. More to come on this new year.

8:17pm: Inner Turmoil
Okay, that may be a little dramatic, but I am feeling a bit conflicted as of late. For example, I feel conflicted about whether or not I should leave the food my roommate stole from dinner on her desk where the smell permeates onto my side of the room (the Sudafed must be working, this is the first thing I've smelled all day), put it in the fridge, or just throw it out and see if she notices.

No, what I am actually conflicted about is whether or not I am homesick. I have no desire to leave London... at all, but I find myself missing certain aspects of home, especially as the holiday season approaches. I certainly miss all of my family and friends, but not nearly the same way as I do when I am trapped in the purgatory I sometimes refer to as "Western Michigan". Being able to video chat with the parents nearly everyday is a huge help, and I am taking classes/am participating in extracurriculars that I enjoy. Plus, I've met some truly amazing people (and some not so amazing people that are fun to talk about with the amazing ones). Don't worry, I still love you all deeply, and can't wait to see you, but you see my point? I guess this is how a lot of people feel about the college experience. Too bad I had to go so far away to find it.

I do miss home, though. As in my actual house and all the things that go with that structure. I should be coming home on weekends, or at least getting ready for the Thanksgiving break. I can only imagine my mom baking and decorating and starting to make everything perfect. It's going to be so weird having left home in the summer and returning only after the stockings have been hung by the fireplace. I basically live for Christmas time, no matter where I am. How many more days? 44, I think. I don't think four weeks of vacation is going to do it for me this year, especially with two jobs. I have so much to do, so many people to see, and Lord knows I need a good veg.

In other news, life is good. I'm enjoying my classes, my teachers seem to like me, grades are fine. My stage fighting teacher did skewer me today, but I guess I should have taken him more seriously when he said "run away". My voice for acting class is brilliant, and though I know there is so much more I need to learn, it is just making me more bent on a performance career. I just got on the beginner tap team at Imperial Union, and therefore will be going to Edinburgh in February. I am also in a revue with the musical theatre society at the Union, which is proving to be a grand ole time. Huzzah.

Um... that's all for now. I go traipsing around London on a regular basis, it's pretty sweet. My parents came to visit a couple of weeks ago, that was nice, and Emma AND SarahMarck are coming to visit me at the same time. It will be epic, I can hardly wait. Too bad I have to do school work every once in a while.

So, how is everyone?

4:29pm: One Month Down
Well, I've been here for nearly a month now, which is a little crazy. Things are settling down a bit, but every so often it hits me again. Home sickness doesn't seem to be too much of a problem yet, though I did get a little pang over the weekend when I was in Paris. I always imagined that I'd be with Dad the first time I went, and we have talked about it so much, and it just didn't happen. Or I would see gardens and shops Mom would love, and she wasn't there to share that with. Otherwise, I think I'm holding up pretty well. Much better than when I go off to Kalamazoo, actually. That having been said, I do miss everyone like crazy and wish I could share this experience with everyone I know, but at least I'm still happy.

Been up to lots of fun stuff, and I'm not tired of the city yet -- always a good sign. I love, love, LOVE my theatre classes and am tolerating my history classes. To be fair, the history classes are mildly interesting and involve only one day in the classroom while the other is spent on field trips, and you know how I enjoy field trips! I was a little disappointed the first time I walked into my History of London class and was greeted, not by an aged British man in tweed, but by a squirrely Canadian. Not that I have anything against Canadians, just wasn't what I was expecting. My Museums and Galleries teacher is an Italian women who speaks with both a British and Italian accent, which threw me that first lesson, and my theatre teachers are so brilliant that they will be receiving an entry devoted solely to them at some point in the future.

In other news, I have met some splendid people so far, but I have also discovered a new level of loathing for the average American college student. All of the study abroad kids went to Paris this weekend (it was included with tuition) and there were some people who were drunk for three days straight and then wondering why no one in France treated them well. Sometimes, I hate people.

In order to not end this on a sour note, I will say that I had a great time in Paris, ate too much good food, drank AMAZING hot chocolate, and made an attempt to make myself feel less guilty by running in Hyde Park this afternoon. Cheers!

2:44pm: Let's chat
Does anyone else feel that McCain just hammered the last nail into the coffin that is his presidential race? I mean, I am open minded enough to understand why there are people in this country who would feel comfortable or excited to have McCain as their leader, even compared to Obama, but now I think all of those people should be worried. Sure, Sarah Palin is a daring choice that has the potential of drawing votes that may not have been guaranteed to the Republicans, but I have this nagging feeling that a much better choice could have, and should have, been made. Obama responded to criticisms about his lack of foreign policy experience with the appointment of Joseph Biden as his VP and the Republicans respond with... someone less experienced than Obama? Biden will be able to work with Obama while in office and ably take the reigns if anything should happen to him. Palin was brought in to appeal to the more conservative voters who are not so thrilled McCain. They don't balance out each others' weaknesses, they just have different opinions. McCain is against drilling for oil in Wild Life Refuges while Palin is for it, and this is just one example. I'm sure that, if he is elected, McCain is wise enough to use Palin as a means for fresh input, but what will happen is McCain dies? Where does that leave our country? And she would be president of the Senate? I don't know her personally, and she may be a great politician, but I feel like I should know that she would be a great choice. I don't know much about Biden until he was announced, but in the time since I have found out that he is the Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, but last month he and a Republican senator helped push through a law authorizing $48 billion to be used to fight global HIV/AIDS, malaria, and TB for the next five years. Isn't that awesome? Not only is he working for the good of the world, but he is able to work people outside of his own party. What is Sarah Palin's most recent, publicized accomplishment? She did not abort he fifth child after finding out he had Downs Syndrome. Though I am glad she chose not to abort, I don't think this automatically qualifies her for any official position. I'll give her some credit, she did out some corrupt Republicans in Alaska, but again, this is not something that one usually bases their vote on. She was a journalist, outing corruption is what she probably does best. Well, this is an interesting turn of events. I hope more comes out soon.

8:34am: More...
It is not easy to be tempted daily by freshly made omelets. Not fair.

Any-hoo, I only just got internet on my laptop this morning, which was a little discouraging. Sure, I probably shouldn't be this dependent, but this is my only link back home. I was able to go to a lab and get on facebook and email, but I wanted to use Scype (which everyone should download). Oh, well, I have it now. Happy day. Again, more later. I have to go on a bus tour.

7:46am: Cheers!
So, here I am in good ole London Town! It's weird, but it hasn't quite sunk in yet, but I also feel like I've been here for a while, even though it's only the start of my second full day. (Left Monday night, arrived Tuesday morning.) More later, I guess, I'm going to go eat breakfast.

10:12pm: Pisser
Dear Gap,

Why do you hate me so? You know I am the perfect employee. Not only am I high energy, chipper, and customer service oriented, but I also find a strange amount of pleasure in straightening up the store. What can I say? Folding completes me. Combine all of this, plus the need to impress any authority figure, and I bet you wish you could clone me for all of your Gap locations. I know you feel this way, but, alas, you seem to have difficulties showing affection. I know it is early in out relationship, and I respect that you need to take it slowly, but you're only giving me two nights a week. This isn't enough for me... I need more!

I'm sorry for that embarrassing loss of control, my feelings simply overwhelmed me. As I was saying, I think I deserve a little more time with you, now that we know each other a little better. It truly raised my hopes this week when you called, not once, but twice to come in. You know how I love it when you're spontaneous. I thought for sure this meant I was going to be scheduled for at least three days this coming week, but that is when you served me that crippling blow. Nothing. I am scheduled for NOTHING this week. How could you do that to me. Sure, I know there are others, but I still thought we had something special. LIES! You reel unsuspecting girls like me in with your amazing discounts and your anti-slave labor ways and leave us with nothing but tiny pay checks. I know I'll come skipping back the moment you'll have me, but that shouldn't fool you about the way I feel now: crushed, confused, completely at a loss for more 'c' words.

I hate to admit it, but I will be waiting by the phone for a call from you. Hoping that one of your other "associates" will flake out on YOU and there will be no choice but to come running back to me. That's right, you'll remember what a loyal employee I am once you're in a jam, and I hope you will remember that the next time schedules need to be made.

Rejected and poor,
Elizabeth Fritsch

8:16pm: Some thoughts:
Guys, what is it about nurses? (Okay, that was a question, not a thought, but close enough)

I wish I lived in the 1940's, was a Red Cross volunteer, and had a country doing things I was proud of.

Camp makes my world go 'round. It was a real pisser missing last year, and I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that never happens again.

Because there are no other (clean) twin sheets in this house, I will be resting my very weary head upon long forgotten Beauty and the Beast sheets. This makes me unusually pleased.

It is possible to survive a week on iceberg lettuce, soft serve, rancid coffee, and very little sleep.

I can't wait to eat the cheeseburger with bacon and egg that is grilling for me right now.

9:59pm: Odd
Sometimes, just sometimes, I think I have a serious problem. I finished two books, both the span of about 500 pages, in 24 hours.


I am a fairly single minded being... when my brain picks something to single out, that is.

If I had the third book in my possession, I probably wouldn't sleep tonight, either.

11:35pm: Sigh...
Things are most excellent tonight in Hockeytown.


I would just like to thank Marc-Andre Fleury for helping us with that goal.

11:56am: Cake or Death?
I ate so much cake this weekend, I felt like death... but that's beside the point.

The roller-coaster ride that was last night's/this morning's Red Wings game wreaked serious damage on my entire nervous system. Not cool. You best be working it out tomorrow, or even in game seven, I don't really care, as long as we win the whole kit and caboodle. Sid "the kid" can shove it, as far as I'm concerned.

In other news, Gap should be offering me a job any day now. Heavily discounted, initially overpriced clothes here I come. This should be much better for my health than free, will-probably-kill-you ice-cream.

I'm sure much more interesting things happened this weekend, I just can't think of them...

11:12am: Look at Me Go
See, I told you I was going to keep up. Any-who... Had my interview yesterday (it ended up being a group one) and I really think the fact that I speak fluent English is going to play in my favor. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for all the interviewees. I know everyone has to start somewhere, but I don't think the Gap at Somerset is that place. On the other end of a 1-800 number doesn't seem to be the right place either, but somehow those people always have only the slipperiest grasp of English, so maybe there is hope for her yet. Yeah, well, I got a star on my application, so hopefully that means I'll get a call for the second interview and then a job. And they said there are no jobs to be found around here... pishaw.

Public Service Announcement: Don't see Beauty and the Beast at Stagecrafters, unless it is to marvel at all of the Fritsch family last minute handy work. Oh, and the costumes, they're beautiful. I have to idea what would have happened with that show if Dan Rose hadn't seen my parents in Amici's, if I wasn't willing to drop everything in my life to just be near a theatre again, and if my father wasn't grossly talented at painting things like stinky cheese and antlers.

Speaking of my father, for those of you who don't know, he got laid off at the end of last year; it was a real bummer. He is now working at Bagger Dave's on Coolidge as a waiter and making stain glass in our basement. Stop in and see him, I'm sure he would appreciate it, he usually works days. You'll be able to see his artwork at the Berkley Art Bash, which is June 14.

11:34pm: Long time, no see.
I know I haven't been posting much lately, heck, at all, but I've decided to mend my LJ ways. This resurgence in posting interest actually sprung from reading some of Emma's old entries. I was looking for one event in particular while waiting for her to call and, since it's Emma, I had plenty of time to look over a lot of her entries. (It's nice to know that some things will never change. Well before 3:00 my foot!) She, needless to say, was and is a much more diligent writer than I was, am, or ever will be, but it made me realize that sometimes it's nice to look back, laugh, reminisce, and shake your head in disgust and horror at some of the things you went through/said. So, naturally, I took time to read all of the posts I have written since the summer of 2003. I really enjoyed looking back, but it hit me that it only works if one keeps posting in one's journal. So here I am.

( Catch Up )

Currently, it's summer. (Duh) I'm working Greenfield Village and baby-sitting, same as last summer, but decided that Cold Stone is the devil and would slowly suck out my soul a la dementor. Long story short, not working there anymore. I have an interview at the Gap tomorrow, though, so hopefully I'll get that for a third job. Goodness knows I need the money. Stupid pound.

Red Wings lost tonight, uber lame, but I did go to the Norup orchestra concert, in which Mr. Robertson sang "Fields of Gold." Really, the whole song. It was amazing, right out of a movie. You know the kind I'm talking about! One of those inspirational, music teacher saves the world flicks. He even dedicated it to his wife. She's so cute and asian.

In other news, Emma and I shared a great bonding moment today at the gym. (Yeah, we're hard core and workout.) Let's just say it involved a fairly (read: monstrously) rotund woman, a goodly amount of not-so-strategically placed towels, side boob, and nearly dying. I think most of today's workout involved trying not to laugh. Oh well, at least she was at the gym, right?

That's all for now. Hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more from me. Oh, and I need to call Anne. I've been a terrible friend and Stagecrafter's ate my life during the week of her birthday (more about that later) and I need to call her. Note to self.