Hey Cats,
It's been a while.
Any of you know me personally know that I bit off a little more than I could chew this summer. Needless to say, my blogging dropped off the face of the planet. As so many do. I'll try to keep it up throughout the year. I actually just posted an unfinished blog on CATS that I started in June, so there's that. And I've got another one that can only be described as "shit gets real" (I think I started it in early July) waiting in the wings. Right now it's a lot of emotional vomit. I'm gonna edit it as to not terrify you and I'll post that eventually too.
So here's what's changed since June:
1. My Hair. I'd never dyed my hair before July. Than I bleached the crap out of it. It was a little spicy. But looked awesome. Then I was like, "you're only in your early 20s once" and promptly fulfilled my preteen dream of dying my hair blue. Out of a box. Well actually a jar. But I now have a nice bright blue splotchy ribbon thing atop my head. It looks pretty weird. And I sort of love it. That's a lie, I definitely love it (Credit: Nicole Tischler. Amateur hair colorer extraordinaire). And I can't wait till it grows out into a blondeish, brownish, rooty blueish mullet. Not kidding. Seriously can't wait.
2. Belting. So I'm trying that now. It's resulted in me shout/cracking a lot of half tones at the front row of All Shook Up. Sorry I'm not sorry.
3. My parenting skills. I will write a blog about my summer job. Basically I worked full time at a day camp for special needs children. Lesson learned: Not my thing. Other lessons learned: how to be super mom. Seriously, my kids will be so well behaved, they might be mistaken for robots.
3b. Camper Imitations. I'm really good at these. And I have stories to top all crazy kid stories. Have you ever seen a kid pee in another kid's face? I thought not.
4. Body Image. Not gonna dwell on this. Expect a full blog later. Long story short, stopped dieting, gained some weight, don't care. Quite literally the first time in my life I can say that I'm not freaking out about my body. And it's awesome. Not gonna touch on eating disorders because it's a crazy touchy subject. So I'll tackle that later. I just felt that my brain not being crazy regimented was worth noting. And celebrating. :)
5. My general uptight-ness. Definitely related to #4. But I've chilled out a lot since May. So now I'm probably only like 3 times as nervous as the general populations. Crazy liberating.
6. Tolerance for stupidity. Lower. Much, much lower.
7. Vocalizing my lack of tolerance for stupidity. Higher. Much, much higher.
Hokay, this blog is crappy. But now you're updated. Quick and dirty. Basically I'm super overwhelmed with end of summer, beginning of school year stuff. So stick around. I'm going to try dotting my light witty blogs with a few serious subjects. You won't want to miss me trying to write a serious blog without sounding like a serious blog. It's gonna be fun =]
In the mean time
Here's the plan. I'm gonna sleep. Get myself finished with work and this show. Say adios to my friends and family in Parma. Move my life to Chicago. Sleep some more. Order my books. Start classes. Get a job. Adjust. Sleep more. Gonna give myself 3 weeks or so for my brain to get in order. Then I'll have the time and brain power to write. Super excited to get this started again!
So I'll see ya in 3 weeks.
*Puzzled look*
Yep.
Kaitlyn.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Hello Friends,
This week has kicked the crap out of me. I started my summer camp job (more on that later) and teched/opened CATS (the subject of this blog). This resulted in a serious lack of sleep that manifested itself in a 12 hour hibernation ending around noon today. It was glorious. Basically what I'm saying is, I let a week lapse in blogging. And that's ^ why.
So CATS.
Not my favorite show. Not even a show I liked. Until now.
The reasons to not enjoy Cats are pretty clear. Real simple, almost non-existent, plot, confusing metaphors you didn't really pick up on when you saw the movie, "JELLICLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATS, JELLICLE SONGS, JELLICLE DANCE, JELLICLES CAN, JELLICLE, JELLICLE, JELLICLE, JELLICLE" *punches Andrew Lloyed Webber in the face...then asks what the hell jellicle even means*
Jellicle = Jolly Old (cat) with an old man British accent. Way to be T.S. (We're on a first name basis).
Less obvious are the reasons to love CATS. Which I have posted in list form:
1. The Crazy Cat People. This show has the greatest fan base of any musical. Dare I say, they have exceeded the Rocky Horror level of cult. Don't believe me? Google "Cats the musical" and see what happens. Actually I'll save you the trouble: http://goldenjellicles.gotop100.com/. These are people that rent the costumes just to cat around their houses. And do makeup demos. And write thousands of character descriptions. I am proud to be part of a musical that so many crazy And come to the shows and hiss at us. Which is awesome.
2. Subtext. I don't know who came up with it, but it's awesome. Performing has the feeling of being in on a really good secret. Like halfway through the Jellicle Ball (sex romp) I lose my virginity. Upside-down in the splits mind you. And how Macavity has slept with pretty much all the lady cats. His sexuality basically motivates the show. It's great. There are Cat families and relationships. And the audience is clueless.
3. The Characters. I picture T.S. writing this show surrounded by at least 40 Cats. All with unique personalities. Pardon my getting sentimental, but I love that this guy wrote poems with so much specificity.
4. Makeup. We look like cats. And it freaks me out. I can't think of too many live shows that have makeup this extensive. I seriously think I can make a career out of kids face painting now. And it's fun to wear. In a gross way. An accurate simulation of the feeling can probably be achieved by covering your face is Vaseline, dunking your head into a vat of baking flour, and having someone hose you down. Then run a half marathon.
5. Cardio. We're offstage for a grand total of 10 minutes. If that. And I'm convinced we spend at least 50% of the time in high kicks. This creates the illusion that you can eat whatever you want. Lies, we wear unitards.
6. If you're not moving like a stripper, you're doing it wrong.
With that, I will let you know that I never posted this in June when I started it. It's now August 14th. Soooo this is not current. But I'm posting anyway.
Awkward 3 month late Peace Out,
Kaitlyn
This week has kicked the crap out of me. I started my summer camp job (more on that later) and teched/opened CATS (the subject of this blog). This resulted in a serious lack of sleep that manifested itself in a 12 hour hibernation ending around noon today. It was glorious. Basically what I'm saying is, I let a week lapse in blogging. And that's ^ why.
So CATS.
Not my favorite show. Not even a show I liked. Until now.
The reasons to not enjoy Cats are pretty clear. Real simple, almost non-existent, plot, confusing metaphors you didn't really pick up on when you saw the movie, "JELLICLE SONGS FOR JELLICLE CATS, JELLICLE SONGS, JELLICLE DANCE, JELLICLES CAN, JELLICLE, JELLICLE, JELLICLE, JELLICLE" *punches Andrew Lloyed Webber in the face...then asks what the hell jellicle even means*
Jellicle = Jolly Old (cat) with an old man British accent. Way to be T.S. (We're on a first name basis).
Less obvious are the reasons to love CATS. Which I have posted in list form:
1. The Crazy Cat People. This show has the greatest fan base of any musical. Dare I say, they have exceeded the Rocky Horror level of cult. Don't believe me? Google "Cats the musical" and see what happens. Actually I'll save you the trouble: http://goldenjellicles.gotop100.com/. These are people that rent the costumes just to cat around their houses. And do makeup demos. And write thousands of character descriptions. I am proud to be part of a musical that so many crazy And come to the shows and hiss at us. Which is awesome.
2. Subtext. I don't know who came up with it, but it's awesome. Performing has the feeling of being in on a really good secret. Like halfway through the Jellicle Ball (sex romp) I lose my virginity. Upside-down in the splits mind you. And how Macavity has slept with pretty much all the lady cats. His sexuality basically motivates the show. It's great. There are Cat families and relationships. And the audience is clueless.
3. The Characters. I picture T.S. writing this show surrounded by at least 40 Cats. All with unique personalities. Pardon my getting sentimental, but I love that this guy wrote poems with so much specificity.
4. Makeup. We look like cats. And it freaks me out. I can't think of too many live shows that have makeup this extensive. I seriously think I can make a career out of kids face painting now. And it's fun to wear. In a gross way. An accurate simulation of the feeling can probably be achieved by covering your face is Vaseline, dunking your head into a vat of baking flour, and having someone hose you down. Then run a half marathon.
5. Cardio. We're offstage for a grand total of 10 minutes. If that. And I'm convinced we spend at least 50% of the time in high kicks. This creates the illusion that you can eat whatever you want. Lies, we wear unitards.
6. If you're not moving like a stripper, you're doing it wrong.
With that, I will let you know that I never posted this in June when I started it. It's now August 14th. Soooo this is not current. But I'm posting anyway.
Awkward 3 month late Peace Out,
Kaitlyn
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