Pretending to be Betty Buckley

"Years from now, when you talk about this—and you will—be kind." —Deborah Kerr

That concludes my tribute to Ms. Kerr. You will be missed.

In an attempt to save money, I am denying myself the trip to Don't Tell Mama's tonight to see Chatterbox featuring Ms. Betty Buckley. I will be seeing her again in February at the Queen's Theatre...hopefully...

Tonight I see Ahrens and Flaherty's new show The Glorious Ones, for that I am one happy faggot. I hear a little baby crying out in the street and more amount of Ms. Buckley's melodic voice and cover up that sound, yet there is always Meadowlark...we shall try to cover up that sound.

Walking through my college is like walking through a land of strange faces. So many races and different people with different goals. I sometimes walk and overhear students discussing classes in Science or Math and I'm completely perplexed. I always did well, but after four years of not thinking about it, I can't imagine what it would be like studying it relentlessly. Yet, I feel they will end up with all the money. I need to nab myself a med student or a scientist.

Ms. Buckley's Meadowlark has successfully drowned out the sound of crying newborns. Take that baby, take that.

My final project in Costume Construction is to make a pillow. Do you think that embroidering this into a pillow will be difficult? In all seriousness though, I would like to dedicate my pillow to Patti, purely because my teacher today said,

"Can we get through one class without..." And I was sure she was going to say talking and that my class jabbered too much. "...mentioning Patti LuPone?" My eyes narrowed and before I knew it, I was sewing right through my pointer finger. In all seriousness though, I am determined to embroider THIS (well at least the head) onto my pillow. This is my initial idea...

It will change over time I am sure. Oh Patti Lu how I cherish you.

The Cyclist has reentered my life but only through phone calls. Since some people out there have deemed me to aggravating to speak to anymore, I am trying to be nicer to others who aren't as kooky or rude.

You know when someone does something that they think isn't rude and you are totally offended? Then you have a moment and say to yourself, "You know what? I just don't care anymore...they consciously made this choice and I am going to consciously make my own decisions." Then suddenly you feel much better about yourself and those that upset just seems to melt away. Life feels better that way.

Last point of the day, Broadwayspace.com and Playbill Radio.com may be my two new favorite sites!