i have a few pics from nyc.  these are my mom's, and mine aren't up yet. i can't find my cord...still. although, here's one birthday pic:
ahh...those outfits, minus my lei and glowstick.

From our hotel room:

okay. this is the carousel that the musical Carousel is based on. However, Carousel was based on Liliom, the Budapest carousel. just a bit of trivia...you know. for next time you play Tony's Pursuit.

this was right in front of gapnewyork, and there was this guy
in the poster making a pose that i thought looked like this.
...i was wrong.
very wrong.

My wonderful, adorable not-so-happy-looking mother.
maybe it's because she's at sardi's. you may be asking yourself
"why would she be unhappy if she were at sardi's? it's only THE theater
restaraunt in manhattan, nyc." well, friends. she was unhappy because,
although it's where the broadway folks go after their shows, it was a little
steep. like...$70 for a piece of pie and some coffee, steep.
but oh hell was it worth it...

again, i have some cool ones from my album, but i need to upload 'em.
maybe sometime before we go back.
my mom and i miss it already. we're planning to go back in february.
this time was for Wicked
next time is for shopping (some more)
march is educational (mr. carter? educational?)
and may is for Tisch.

oh, here we go...!

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tomorrow: rocky horror (again?)
saturday: pumpkins come on a rollin' in
sunday: HALLOween!
monday: comedy class (finally! one week w/o class sure can kill you)
              dino callbacks...oy. i hate callbacks.
tuesday: rehearsal numero uno por Night Before Christmas.

between vanessa and i, we have two lines memorized. both of them are mine.
whoever doesn't have school tomorrow, go the noon showing of J&H.
matt, walter, scott, and nessa are expecting us...

i fixed stella last night.
turns out, all i need is some gas money to keep her healthy.
poor girl. we can't have her chugging down broadway anymore.
oy.

well, i woke up tired and with a crazy headache...

but it was sooo worth it.
fire or not. legwarmers. spandex. off the should sweats. duran duran.
suckers. wedgies. mallows.
oh god. i definitely think i ate an entire bag of mallow's all by myself.
i have to wait for pictures; i lost my dsb cord. sorry ladies.

stella.

ahhh! what a completely STELLA week...oh ladies...yesss! monday, i get my contract in the mail for Night Before Christmas. Tuesday, the script. But today, Wednesday the 22nd of September, i, emily peterson, recieved my stuff from Tisch. HUGE thank you to jeff church for the letter (it also helps you're on the board) and to bradley kines for the reccomendation. nyu, here i come.
*sigh*
that deserves a holla.

my zachary plays the el torreon this friday. saturday. oh, i forget. i'll be there...god i hope it's saturday. friday is the pirate party. Pirates of Penzance opening night! show: 7:30 or something. after party: 10:00. god, it's been forever. ahh...i miss it. seth golay, here i come.

holy catholic priest. what a week. but have no fear, i am here. from my rico arrest to kjo's burp, pictures there are.

the kids of comedy, dancing to the beat of the jokes:

everything is swell. we're getting our groove back. then what happens? break happens. our Rico is arrested only for being black...stupid copper discrimination makes me throw up. anyway...we watched the whole thing...well tried...we were caught and had to run back to the room:

(check our the ghost in the background...and who said the paranormal is nada normal?)

we discuss. tell our version of the story.

what a night. the following week was just as interesting. spirit week...and guess who won the spirit stick? Stellaaaa!!
k jo helped by producing the burp that was heard around the world:

of course, this (and the tug of war between the jocks and the SpEd kids -yeah...isn't it an unwritten law that you're always supposed to let the handicap kids win?) caused major chaos -kev o, tommy, josh, and i doing the motivational clapping booty dance


ahh...poor kev o. on his way to my house, we all know about his ride to my house and his car in my doctor's ditch.

at least he looked good.

zach and his beauty queen, bailey. i hope i spelled her label right...atleast her name's not claire bear any more.

my cutie and i, slow dancing backwards. ...we thought it was really funny at the time. now, it kind of looks weird...but he's still kind of cute. kind of.


and of course, samuel. my beauty queen...her dress was so hot. total 40's, brooch included. sam, we rocked the green, but you rocked the brooch.


ah yes...what a week. and next week, of course, is the 80's Clash Bash of the year, held in my back lot. correct attire is expected, i might add.

Saturday, October 9th. 8pm, my flat.
don't be stupid.

Currently Playing Dresden Dolls By The Dresden Dolls see related

oh...life is tiring.
we start with making ourselves 60's-like-beautiful

followed by making those who "aren't quite there yet"...there

now it's time to bring fun and culture into our life with the westport art fair
(uhhh...guess who's standing right behind me. missy koonce. oh yeah. eat that, samuel. okay i'm kidding. we hugged. now THAT you can eat.)

and the City's annual Mexican Fest with zach and micaela

(okay guys...say it. i know you want to. "...make yourself a dang quesa-dill-a!")

we end the day with Spellbound. and sleep


ahhh....sleep.
and now, refreshed, i work on entertainment pages for our Cutlass...yess! i love that schticky paper of ours.

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i'm so glad to go back to comedy class tomorrow. errrc, i miss you. and i'll finally see vanessa again. we get to sit and read through some bad ass sides for the christmas show.
ahhh man. i forgot to memorize them. well...i guess that's my exit music.


emily peterson dedication of the day:  my dedication goes to my homecoming dress. it's just so damn cool. i can't believe they wore this cool of a 'drobe in '42. stellaaaa!