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^ Dear Justin Johnson, put this in your thesis. I know it's finished or whatever. STILL! It's awesome. Love, Candace

I hate that I am indecisive and picky.

You see, I'm an actor. Basically, this means I won't ever have a steady job. Unless I'm REALLY good. And it doesn't help that I have turned down four job offers in the past three weeks. But, I have my reasons and that's that.

So, when you ask me, "What are you doing when you graduate?"

I'm going to have to say, "I don't know."

I do know that I am going to Spring Awakening auditions on Sunday in Chattanooga. And I do know that I'm going to a whole schlew of unified auditions in June for theatres in Seattle and Portland and Boston and Philly. And I do know that wherever I end up, there WILL be a handful of Starbucks, so help me God.

In other news, Ellen Page was a huge disappointment on SNL. Penelope was a lame movie with pretty clothes. James McAvoy is the most overlooked actor of today (see him in Rory O'Shea, Narnia, Starter for 10, and Penelope and just TRY to tell me he's not the most versatile actor we've got) and I will also be marrying him tonight at 7PM if you'd like to be a witness. Janet Jackson's "Feedback" single is the hotness, I don't care WHAT you say! Lastly, Polenta. Tried it finally. Loved it. Int'resting.

And I'm off to the Flying Biscuit.

Alright, quick run down while I wait to check out of this very cute hotel:

• RENT was fantastic. I will marry Roger and it will be grand.

• Anthony's friend, Ashley (who is a boy) is the new Australian love of my life. Blast him for being gay.

• I auditioned for Telsey and Co. My audition was simultaneous to a Coors Light commercial audition so there were lots of scruffy, good-looking men around. One of them winked at me. My audition was cute. It went really well. Everyone was extremely nice and the accompanist brought her A game. Do I think they're going to put me in a Broadway show within the next 24 hours? Absolutely not. Am I glad they have my resume and headshot on file? You better believe it.

• This will sound flippant with my having already mentioned two lovable gents. But, here goes: I fell in love. I actually fell in love with a boy with whom I spent a total of thirty-ish minutes. Alright, alright. I suppose it's not love. But, I'm absolutely positive he is the closest thing I have ever met to perfection in a man. Here's to crossing paths again.

• My navigational skills have not improved at all.

• Mainstreet James took me to West Village which is the part of New York I was really after. Lots of hole in the wall restaurants, tiny shops and vendors. He made me chai and a gave me the best cookie I've had in my entire life. I do not exaggerate. And then he treated me to a fine, fine dinner. Twas a superb evening.

• Mamma Mia was pretty alright. I was kindof tired during the second act. The show rekindled my love for Abba entirely. I may or may not have sung along.

• There really is a Starbucks on every corner of the city. It's my idea of Heaven.

Expect many, many pictures upon my arrival home. Thank you for all the love and support, folks. I love you, I do.

:)

There was my rainbow diary. And before there were mean, gay boyfriends, there was Brian Davis. Whom I loved dearly in spite of his ignorance toward my existence.





Life was sweeter when I dotted my i's with open circles.

And women all over the world think he is (according to Newsweek).

Because I'm so scared of being alone
That I forget what house i live in.
But it's not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call.

Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule,
from the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
before I fell dead in the garden,
And You knew this day
long before You made me out of dirt.

-"Table For Two" Derek Webb

You're going to need to look at my desktop. I call it, "Because I Am A Cat Lady."

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My family has been talking about tit mice for thirty minutes now.

I asked them to stop.

My mother replied, "We're talking about mice and birds. Not body parts."

I said, "I get it."

My dad furthered my mother's convictions by looking up "tit mouse" on Wikipedia. Apparently the word "tit" originally referred to mice and meant "very small."

Now, that is interesting.

Still, I am unable to be okay with my mother and father using the word, "tit" so flippantly.

And you should be too.

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Just thought I'd update anyone who was curious about RENT auditions.

Our flights have been officially booked for bright and early at 6AM on January 31st (which is already a special day because it's definitely Justin Timberlake's birthday). And yes, Anthony and I get to sit together on the plane. Bless it. :)

Our audition with Bernard Telsey casting agency is at 11AM on Feb. 1st. We have been asked to sing the entirety of the song we sang in our video submission. So, yayyyyy. That's cute. They're calling it a "casual audition." Though, I've pretty much decided its anything but.

That's about all I've got so far. I'll keep you all posted!

In other news:
1. I did not enjoy Sweeney Todd. Sadly.
2. You theatre folk should join this here site: broadwayspace.com.. Should be good for networking once it gets off the ground. Plus, I've already started talking to a couple composers on there. Which is cool.
3. Christmas is so soon! Yay! I have a million things to do. Oy.

Merry Christmas!! Eat good food. Relax, for once. :)

Ten things you want to say to ten different people:
1. I will never show you the stage door.
2. I think I am going to miss you most of all when I leave this here place. You are so beautiful to me.
3. I can't tell if you are purposely enigmatic in your silence or just shy but regardless, my interest is piqued. Now, let down your guard.
4. If I could pick anyone at this school... it'd be you. But, I think you've forgotten me. And that really does hurt my heart. Timing, timing, TIMING.
5. I don't think anyone understands me quite like you. I really do love you. Remember that time?
6. You empower me. I hope you see just how incredible you are in so many ways.
7. You are self-involved and an all around nuisance. How about shutting off your incessant babble about yourself?
8. You cross my mind every now and then. And when you do, I realize how better off I am.
9. You are the only person in whom I have no fear of ever, ever losing. I treasure our friendship above all.
10. I hope this lasts. I respect you completely.

Nine things about yourself:
1. My mood is determined by whether or not I am retaining water.
2. Brett Favre is important to me.
3. I am uneasy without a tall Starbucks nonfat chai to get me through the day.
4. Rotund cheeks.
5. I have an irrational fear of the telephone.
6. I used to have an extensive collection of rocks. And another one of bottle caps.
7. Tornadoes excite me. A lot.
8. I am offended by people who scoff at my vocabulary.
9. I try to make everyone think I'm a really nice person when really I'm just suffering from extreme passive aggressive, suppression issues.

Eight ways to win my heart:
1. Imperfection.
2. Meticulous recognition and appreciation of my quirks
3. Complete humility with a dash of total self-assurance
4. A kiss on each of my closed eyelids
5. Don't be GAY
6. A good mix cd
7. Steady acceptance of my height
8. Don't compliment me. Complement me.

Seven things that cross your mind a lot:
1. Justin Timberlake.
2. Memories of him.
3. Calorie intake.
4. The daily to-do list.
5. The daydream of my not-yet-stumbled-upon happy ending.
6. Lately, the "Enchanted" soundtrack.
7."Is there something on my butt? In my teeth? Is my hair in place? Is he looking at me? Who is he? Does he like me? He hates me.... I look retarded."

Six things you wish you never did:
1. Fell for your lies.
2. Doubted myself.
3. Hurt you.
4. Tried that.
5. And that.
6. And that.


Five turn-offs:
1. Immaturity
2. Crude comments about other women in my presence (i.e. "Look at that rack")
3. Excessive cursing/ Jesus bashing/ cocaine usage/ your typical bad boy behavior.
4. Self-love in excess (i.e. "I'm pretty much decent at everything")
5. A small vocabulary

Four turn-ons:
1. An accent
2. Ear nibbling
3. A crisp button-down shirt
4. A loaded smirk that is meant for only me

Three smileys that describe your life:
1. [:
2. :-GAY
3. :-*

Two things you want to do before you die:
1. Chase a tornado
2. Start a band

One confession:
1. I will always expect the worst from you when I first meet you because I am that cynical. Have fun proving me wrong.

Candace: Daniel, I have a new phobia!

Daniel: Oh, that reminds me "HYPOCHONDRIAC!!!!" Now what's your new phobia?

Candace: So we've got: brain aneurisms, ovarian cancer, and now... postpartum depression. What if I want to kill my babies aftr i have them?!?!?! It's really common!!! AHHHH!

Daniel: Okay, really? no. stop it. now you're being silly.

Candace: I know- you'd think I would love them- but these women thought they would love their babies too and then they went crazy!

Daniel: I looked the other way at annheurisms; I nodded silently and kept quiet about the Ovarian cancer; but REALLY you won't

Candace: Ok good...

Daniel: I won't let you. you won't let you. and more importantly, your husband won't let you.

Candace: I know. I know. I know.... But, what if I don't have a husband... what if I am artificially inseminated because no man will marry me because the only men who love me are gay?! then who will save my babies?!

Daniel: first of all. no. secondly: you won't get artificially inseminated. if you are ever seriously considering it. call me. if i'm around and available, I'll father your children and if you're afraid I'm gay, noncommital, or a sexual deviant, then we won't get married and we'll just have to suffer through joint-custody of the kids.

Candace: Ok deal.

Daniel: promise? you are like Tony the Tiger, "Grrrrrreat!" but also a little flakey.....

I think I'm more or less leaving this town of livejournal.

I'll post now and then. But, blogger treats me all too well.

YES CATS.

I just. UGHHHHH!