Day #10: Young Women's Leader

May 26, 2011

Today was another half day, and I convinced my mom to let me stay home and only go to seminary {I'm LDS} because I was completely unprepared for an algebra 2 quiz that I had today. But..I just came home and slept instead. Then my mom and I went to run errands and I took a bunch of pictures on my new Holga camera and filled up my first roll of film!

So, anyways, I was on the computer and in comes one of my Young Women's leaders from church with whom I forgot I had a date with today. So I became excited and we went and got gelato, then walked around the little hipster village we call home, then to the book store. It was a grand old time looking at all the silly books, the pictures, and especially the kids books. There was also this giant thing of magnets with "Yay! ________!" on them. It was a grand old time rearranging the funny ones next to each other like "Yay! Zombies!" and "Yay! Life!" 

Yay! Friends!

-Kaylyn

Day #9: Sleep

May 25, 2011

Also not a stellar day. But it was at least a half day. I came home, slept, slept, watched Hello Dolly, and then avoided how unprepared I was for my algebra 2 quiz from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang all last week. {I have this quote and these comics above my bed.}

So some of my Chitty friends were talking about dreams and how to be able to realize you are dreaming so you can control your dream. They said that if you see a sign, memorize what it says, look away, and if you look back and one of the letters is different then you're dreaming. Well, that kinda happened while I was sleeping, I had already kind of realized I was dreaming when I saw a sign, looked away, looked back and it wasn't there. Then I thought to myself, "I already know I'm dreaming.." Then I did a bunch of cool stuff, which doesn't last very long for me until I'm too awake for it to work anymore. I can tell I'm waking up too much when people start becoming too short or too tall or proportions are screwy without me being able to fix them. And when I stop being able to really see faces and I can't feel it when someone touches me or I touch someone else. 

It was fun being able to do anything, though. In a way I was still dreaming because it wasn't until a few hours later that I was like, "Hey! My friends were right!" Then it was super weird, like those dreams that are so real you wake up and things just feel awkward for the rest of the day. 

-Kaylyn

Day #8: Bad Day

 May 24, 2011

I was just trying to apologize..

-Kaylyn

Day #7: Opera Ghost

May 23, 2011

During our first dress rehearsal last week at the theater where we would actually be performing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang one of my friends walked up to me and handed me this blue balloon. He said that he had watched it float down from the ceiling and down the aisle where he grabbed it and brought it to me saying that it was trying to find me. Clearly the Opera Ghost brought it to me. I named him Balloony. He stayed at my mirror until closing night when we were cleaning up. I popped him on closing night {he had already been hanging limply from his string for a couple days} on account of the show closing. It was a sad occasion, but it had to be done.

I woke up this morning feeling like a deflated balloon. I hate the day after closing night the most.

-Kaylyn

Day #6: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

May 22, 2011

Closing night of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. This is us dancers getting ready for our Bombi Samba. It consisted of backless dresses and red glittery lips. I wouldn't tolerate anyone using the word 'last' the whole day. It's too sad. I can be sad once I get home, but during the performance and party is no place for sadness!


-Kaylyn

Day #5: Flowers

May 21, 2011

Second night of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang! My mom forgot to get me flowers for opening night, so she brought them on the second night. Also, all my theater friends from school brought me flowers. It's the most flowers I've ever gotten before. And they all are color coordinated by coincidence {Truly Scrumptious..}

-Kaylyn

Day #4: Pickles

 May 20, 2011

Opening night of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. This means my lucky duck, Pickles, was to make his first appearance to my new friends. Every show I'm always excited to introduce Pickles to my cast friends. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is my first community theater, and we're performing on the biggest stage in our city. I'm one  of the dancers so I get to be in Toot Sweets, Me Ol' Bamboo {even though I'm a girl!}, and The Bombi Samba which is special to the stage show. That's my Me Ol' Bamboo hat behind pickles. The dressing room at this theater is so big, it makes me dread going back to our closet sized one at school.

Pickles the duck isn't exactly a duck. He's a cat duck. He has whiskers, you see. You can see them if you look closely enough at this picture. I got Pickles in middle school at a parade the band played in during the course of our school musical, which was Fiddler on the Roof. I won him in one of those games that is impossible to lose at. I was fascinated with the cheapness of him that he had threads poking out of his face when I realized that he wasn't even a duck at all! And more importantly, that he was completely one of a kind.

I became attached to the little duck, and very protective. He went to each of our shows performances with me and became a little infamous within my cast friends. Pickles has been with me through each and every show performance since. Fiddler on the Roof, High School Musical {ugh.}, Oliver!, Beauty and the Beast, and now Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

As you may know, theater folk are very superstitious. I do most of the superstitions out of fun, like the penny in the shoe, pinky break a leg kisses before shows, not saying the name of a particular Shakespearean play, and so on. But Pickles is the one thing that I am serious about, probably because he has so much sentimental value to me. I cannot forget him or I expect I would be too nervous about the show to even function {I assume because it's never happened. There have been some scares, but it's never truly happened.} I don't know how long I'll have Pickles until he is lost, damaged, or simply forgotten, but I know it will be a sad day for me whenever he ceases to be a part of my performance routine. I know it will inevitably happen, but I still picture my adult theater career with Pickles beside me as my best superstitious quirk.

-Kaylyn