Do not go gentle into that good night.

I need to see another show soon :/

Anyone care to join me?

And this group of like 3 or 4 people come up to me and said, “I just want to say that you were really good in Rent. We really enjoyed it.” With all the blood sweat and tears put in that production, it really made my day.

I forgot what it felt like to use my heart.

Those sly costars of mine….

You still make my stomach drop, my heart pound, and my blood pressure rise (in a good way). I know things are over, and I know I’m doing really well so far about moving along in life, but every now and then I just snap and break into a thousand little pieces all over the floor. Every time your photo floats across my friends list on facebook, every time you occasionally text me, just every little interaction we have. Truth be told I miss you terribly. But I don’t want those old feelings brought back up only to have myself dream up some unachievable Gatsby fantasy, and getting my hopes/dreams/spirit/heart crushed in the process. That’s not good for anybody.

Anyone know an aristocratic asshole I can hangout with?

Someone: You should dye your hair pink!

Stan: I’m not that gay…

Stan: I spent a lot on this so you bitches better eat…

Stan: there was this b word In front of me in line this morning an I pushed her out of the way to get these bagels. She said “I have to get food for my family…” and I was like “Yeahhh, no. My cast is more important.” Don’t fuck with a guy from New York who wants a bagel…

Stan (to an Asian cast member): Your grandmother sounds like a badass. What’s her name?

Michelle: Shirley.

Stan: ….Yeahhh, we’re changing that.

Newsies.

Spring Awakening.

Billy Elliott.

Next to Normal.

The Lion King.

Le Mis.