Dakota

Matt, Spark, and I went to see Into the Woods at the Verona High School. It was an invite-only dress rehearsal. Matt knew the director (he works at Passaic Valley). There were lots of technical glitches (first night with mics), but the performances were mostly really impressive.

Since it wasn't opening night, there weren't any programs... So, I don't know their names, but the Witch and Baker's Wife were extremely good.

I didn't know the show very much at all. The ATC Teen Showcase from last year did "Your Fault" and I'd heard "Children Will Listen" in some Bernadette Peters special. I really, really enjoyed it.

I found a definite truth in "Your Fault" and "Last Midnight" for the Home of Happiness. It was eerie. But really brilliant. Very much enjoyed it.

Very, very much. I wish the Broadway and London cast recordings that Matt had it were better quality. They're very, very low recorded.

So, I was IMed on Yahoo! by this woman Alana who says that read that I was a writer. Never having read any of my stuff, she asked if I wanted a position at Caffimage.com. Having never heard of it, I went to it. They do news and entertainment -- online magazine.

I asked if she wanted to see any of my writing. So, I sent her to Dakota, and she said that she wanted me for the music section. All right; sure!

So, after being sent an e-mail address to this guy Danny, I send him my Fefe Dobson review (which I haven't yet posted on my site yet -- still being furnished) and an extremely brief intro.

So, yeah... once a week I may be featured on this Canadian entertainment website. Go, me. That was so incredibly random. Perfect if it me getting a record deal; something for Behind the Music...

I could slip, I could fall down that mean and awful hall, with the other jealous bitches and the bitter, grumbling man. I could sneer, I could glare; say that life is so unfair, and the one who made it, made 'cause her breasts were really big.

But I don't want to get bitter. I don't want to turn cruel. I don't want to get old before I have to.

I could bitch, I could moan; say I want to be left alone -- but that's not really true, because I like my time with you... til you rant and you rave, wishing fat folks to their grave. I feel sorry for them; you say they get what they deserve.

But I don't want to get bitter. I don't want to turn cruel. I don't want to get old before I have to. I don't want get jaded; petrified and weighted. I don't want get bitter like you. Like you, with the darts in your eyes. Like you, with disdain for mankind. I was charmed... now I wonder... I don't want to get bitter. I don't want to turn cruel. I don't want to get old before I have to.

So I'll smile with the rest; I'll wish everyone the best, and know the one who made it, made it 'cause she was actually pretty good. But, I don't want get bitter. I don't want turn cruel. I don't want get old before I have to. I don't want get jaded; petrified and weighted. I don't want get bitter like you.