Well, I don't know about you guys, but I was just issued a CapitalOne card. Wahoo for me getting approved, right? Now I don't have to worry about a band of Norsemen coming and beating me up while yelling Viking curses, because I have the protection of a CapitalOne credit card. I feel safe. Whooooo. :) haha As the audition for American Idol nears, I'm actually getting a bit nervous. I wasn't nervous at ALL last season. But I guess I'm anxious this time because I've actually prepared for it. I've spent a couple months working a few songs up to snuff, and I'm taking my looks seriously, which is big for me. Maybe all of the work I've put in will pay off. Maybe not. We shall see in less than 2 weeks (ACH!!). It's weird to think that I'm taking part of such a huge phenomenon. And for all of you naysayers, well... You can't deny that it's a phenomenon. It's enormous. I'm not really all American Idol gungho myself, but I appreciate a

So I finished Belmont's required AlcoholEdu course, and I've not been more aggravated. Not only did I have to sit through around 2 and 1/2 hours of alcohol-related information via a powerpoint-esque presentation, but they also made me take an exam going over every little detail. Thankfully, I already knew quite a bit about the whole alcohol thing, but... still. It was ridiculous. I've never been one for standardized exams, and the fact that the final exam going over all of the information they threw at me was standardized did not bode well. I ended up having to take it twice, and I only passed with an 80%. Ridiculous. Granted, I didn't really pay attention to the online course, but... hey, I passed, didn't I? haha Good for me. I saw the Simpsons Movie earlier this week, and I must say I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the movie. I rarely go into a movie and laugh through the entire thing, but I definitely laughed 98% of the time. It was hilarious. It was

I'd never before witnessed the Harry Potter Craze, so I thought this past Friday evening would be a good chance for me to check it out. Not only did I check it out, but I also became completely sick of it by night's end. It just doesn't make sense to me. First off, the books really aren't that great. Secondly, I find Harry completely nauseating. He's a whiny prepubescent little boy, and I have absolutely no use for him. Be that as it may, there were several hundred people crammed into the relatively small space that comprises the Borders at Brentwood (you know, the one on Franklin Rd. next to Chick-Fil-A and whatnot?). People were dressed up, Gryffindor scarves and all, to celebrate the release of the final installment of the Harry Potter series. Now, I was there because I was helping out a bit at Borders. They needed some extra people, and I was free, so... There I was! In the few hours I was there, I was reminded of all of the reasons I chose to stop working there

Why is it that kids in college (or kids around my age, anyway) feel the need to go through this hippie lifestyle exploration? Sure, the hippie ideal is nice with the whole community aspect, but... If you were to go back in time to the mid-60's to the mid-1970's and actually speak to an honest-to-God hippie... Well, if you make it past the horrible smell (au naturale, my ass), you'll realize that hippie theories are merely drug-induced nonsense. And whether they like to admit it or not, they were inspired by the beatnik media stereotype from the 50's, which was based on the distorted view of live people and Jack Kerouac's fictional spirituality. You know the people in cafes with berets and black outfits who snap their fingers at the end of a supposedly deep "performance" of a haiku-esque poem... Well, those are the beatniks, the starters of the hippie movement. Hippies, in general, saw the dominant culture at the time to be a corrupt, hardened body that st

It's been a while. I've just been so busy... ish... :) No, I've just been trying to spend less time on the computer. Anyways, though, life has been relatively busy. I mean, I'm working, and I'm also relearning how to play the piano, and boning up on my music theory. I was really embarrassed during my proficiency test for theory and piano. I seriously didn't remember ANYTHING. I've never been good at sight playing (I can sight sing like no one's business), but it was just horrible. I couldn't play anything. And then for the theory test. Now, I used to be pretty good with theory. I wasn't an ace or anything, but I knew what I was doing when I looked at a piece of music. But when I was doing that test... They were throwing around phrases like diatonic scales (which is, simply, a major scale... Stupid Stefanie) and relative keys (I kicked myself when I retaught myself the whole relative key thing.), and I simply couldn't remember what I once knew

As I said, I'm going to be one busy chick from the beginning to mid August. It all starts on August 11th (So far, that is. There might even be more going on!), when I will take part in an audition for Into the Woods at the Boiler Room Theater. I'm extremely excited about that one, because it's been such a long time since I've actually done anything artistic or been in front of people on a stage. It's also wonderful that I am practically made for the part of The Baker's Wife. I know, it sounds like a bit part because she doesn't have an actual name... but that's kind of how the whole musical is. Oh, Sondheim, you are a silly, silly man (and by silly, I really mean absolutely brilliant.). Seriously, I've had several people tell me that I am Joanna Gleason's (the woman who originated the role of The Baker's Wife on Broad way ) protege, so that's nice. I need to get my headshot /resume together. After that, on the 13th, I'll b