Poker Face - Lady GaGa

Tony Tony Tony! Ahh!

My first time hanging out at a friend's house since Thanksgiving: physically trying but well worth it. I'm so proud I was able to stay the whole time! Over 3 hours! I laughed so much I lost my voice a little. Good times. Much-needed fun. :)

Observations:

• Performances from Hair and Billy Elliot were outstanding!
• West Side Story is timeless. Mambo!
  
• Liza Minnelli needs HELP.
• When that guy hit his head on the scenery [broke his nose!] -- terrible, I know -- but it was so funny, I just about lost it.
  
• People with British accents are about 10 times more likely to win a Tony...or any American award for that matter. They just sound so delightful.
  

This morning I had SO much energy! I'm not sure how to describe it; again, I'm trying to emphasize that I'm not better yet. Once in a while I just get a couple hours where I feel really hyped up. Just part of my up-and-down cycle I guess. Crashed pretty bad this afternoon, but it was nice while it lasted.

Still, 3 hours last night? I wasn't confident I'd even be up to going, so the moral of the story is YAY. Now to recover. I'm so sore!

let the sun shine in,
emma

Start the Commotion - The Wiseguys

Tony Awards tonight! Resting up.

My dear muscles, please stop spazzing out. Kthanx.

ba ba baaa,
et

Steal My Sunshine - Len

Still breathing.

Someday my life will be transformed into a sappy Lifetime movie. I will sit offstage in a director's chair and yell at the poor girl cast as me. I'm my toughest critic. (Ha, get it?) They'll have no choice but to fire the kid, bless her heart. Then I will win an Emmy for portraying myself in the made-for-TV movie "Emma: Not the One with Gwyneth Paltrow."

David Letterman will make "Oprah, Uma. Uma, Emma" jokes. The National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences will praise me for my insightful, heart-wrenching depiction of, well, me. No matter the critic's response, the fashionistas will totally diss whatever I wear. Hence I will wear sweats to the Emmy's and call it a "non-conformist statement." Yeah, take that.

Aw man. Same old story. Security will cite the dress code and kick me out. As my shoes flip-flop off the red carpet, I'll whisper to Paris Hilton, "Your epidermis is showing." Her confused expression will be worth the five minutes of fame, my friend.

Yep. It will be a smashing good time. =)

l-a-t-e-r,
emma

All The Small Things - blink 182

Still waiting for my latest test results. C'mon, people. Two weeks is plenty. I'm in a lot of pain. Hyperactive heart. My hearing is especially sensitive. Muscle cramping, trouble sleeping, nausea. Ugh.

I need more Souter-Sotomayor jokes in my life. Working on it.

Calcium, Magnesium, Potassium, Sodium. Yum?

catch ya on the flipside,
emma

Streecorner Symphony - Rob Thomas

Migraines, trouble focusing, pain, etc.

Just trying to hang in there. Gotta rest for now, but I just wanna give a shout out to everybody reading this! I'll try to keep you entertained.

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night,
et

Brown-Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Not doing so hot today. :( Muscle tension in my legs is keeping me especially bed-bound.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Well riddle me this, if you're strutting along the sidewalk and somehow manage to trip over your own feet, even when there's no one around, do you still feel stupid?

Therein lies your answer. :P

<3,
et

No Scrubs - TLC

Titles this June will feature my favorite summertime songs. I'm not really sure what constitutes a "summertime" song... most likely a lot of 90s music I used to listen to on my clock radio. It was pink. Or anything that makes you want to roll your windows down. Yay!

I'm doing okay. Lots of chest pain. Today was SO humid; I felt really dizzy after I got the mail. Icing my calves and feet when they cramp up. Eyes and hands give me trouble periodically. Writing when I can.

Ah! I sang for a minute and a half today! Followed by shortness of breath and light-headedness, but it was nice, I guess. Agh, what happened to five-hour-rehearsal Emma? Sing for five hours, give a concert, walk it off, go to work, go to class, write a paper, do a back-flip, negotiate peace treaties...

Someday,
emma