The Oscars

I’ve always loved the Oscars. For as long as I can remember, I’ve tried to watch all the movies and dressed up in a silly dress (or pantsuit as it happened in 2016) and watched the Oscar ceremony with everyone else who had seen all the movies. We always play Oscar themed games like match the quote to the movie and we vote for best dressed. We also try and guess what movie will win each category. Whoever gets the most right wins. Last year, I was the only person who thought Moonlight would win best picture, and I was right. I’m very proud of this. There were so many great movies this year, and I can’t wait to yell at the TV screen if the academy disappoints me. A female director has only won best director once, for The Hurt Locker. Now Greta Gerwig is nominated for best director and I hope she wins. Ladybird was amazing. It’s so rare we see a female coming of age story that doesn’t focus on the men that she’s around, but on the girl’s life and experiences growing up. It felt extremely important to me. I love the Oscars. I can’t wait to watch them!



Theatre is great. It’s really really great. Every so often I forget about this and that’s usually when I become lazy and sad and not fun to be around. But when I remember everything I know and have learned about theatre, I immediately get to work. On something, anything. It’s an escape but also an outlet for all my energy and ideas. I think if I didn’t have this outlet my head would have exploded and all my ideas would just be yelling at me all the time. But I do have this. And it’s great. Sometimes. Cause then sometimes people don’t want to be friends with me, or make judgements about me based on my extracurricular activities. A lot of people I know (including some of my friends) think that the people who do theatre are toxic or bad. That makes me really sad because I really like people and I want to be friends with more of them. I feel like sometimes people rule me out before giving me a chance just based on what I am dedicated to and love. Theatre is incredible. I don’t know where I would be without it. But sometimes I feel like people can’t separate me from the misconceptions about theatre. I want to stand up for what I love, but I also want to be someone that people have no trouble connecting with. Someone that you could potentially have a normal conversation with. I don’t know what the balance is, but please let me know if you happen to find it.

She’s a man eater!

You know the songs that make you feel like you can do anything? Like you’re 30 feet tall and have an army of insects and small rodents that worship you and can shoot lasers from your eyes? Those are some of the best songs. They completely can change the entire course of your day and your entire mood in a matter of minutes. That’s what’s so powerful about music. It’s ability to change things. To open minds and broaden perspectives. Anyways, I thought I’d write down a short list of songs that make me feel 30 feet tall! Please comment songs that allow you to shoot lasers out of your eyes too because I would absolutely love to know.

Maneater – Hall & Oates

Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys

Judy and the Dream of Horses – Belle & Sebastian

Roller coaster – Bleachers

Call Me – Blondie

Letterbomb – Green Day

Rox in the Box – Decemberists

Philomena – Decemberists

Come on Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Battery Kinzie – Fleet Foxes

Left Hand Free – Alt j

Sit Still – Grouplove

Marmalade – Macklemore

King and Lionheart – Of Monsters and Men

I know there are more songs that make me feel this way, but I am losing steam quickly. I think I’m going to make a playlist of all of mine and link it in my next post. And don’t forget to comment some of yours!

Eyelids are made of lead

I hate being tired. I really do. In my perfect world I could just go go go all the time and nothing could stop me. But sadly humans get tired and need to sleep. But there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything that I want to do. Whenever I get tired or want to sleep, I get this song stuck in my head. It’s called sleepy time in the western world. Blitzen Trapper sings it, and it’s one of my favorite bands and songs. I always listen to it when I can’t sleep or when I’m anxious and it always makes me feel better.

Sleepy Time in the Western World

Party Time

I said I was going to put scripts I write on here, and I decided that was a good idea. Scripts for Shut Up! are due on Sunday and I’m so so excited to start everything. There are so many people auditioning. There are so many people who seem to care and who seem invested in this project. Shut Up! has meant the world to me since it began my freshman year. It was where I found my first sense of community at Wilson. I know I’m going to write a whole post about Shut Up! later, so without further ado, here’s one of the scripts I’m submitting!

Party Time
By Parker Callais

Party Man – Probably named something like Joe or Larry. He is very sad. You feel bad but you still don’t want to be his friend. Gender neutral, but referred to as he. You can change that.

Party Time

The party.

PARTY MAN enters. He has a balloon in hand. He is wearing a party hat. He is very sad. PARTY MAN walks around the space, becoming sadder with each step. Soon his wandering is incredibly aimless and he sits.



PARTY MAN is very obviously trying to hold back tears. Soon he is crying quietly. As PARTY MAN cries softly, “It’s My Party, I’ll Cry If I Want To” begins to play. PARTY MAN can’t keep his crying quiet anymore and starts crying publically. His crying crescendos, until he is sobbing. Wailing. Bawling. This goes on for a bit longer than comfortable. This is ugly crying. PARTY MAN is so so sad. So sad.



Don’t know what to say

I guess I will just write lots

and lots of haikus


I will generate

words from word generators

and make those haikus


Four legs and a top

thanks for being there for me

Love useful tables!


Can you do this please?

Go out of your way for me

asking a favor


Birds singing sweetly

what the humans don’t know is

they’re all just screaming

They Might Be Giants!

I have listened to They Might Be Giants literally for 15/16ths of my life. That’s 93%. See, they started making music for kids in 2002, the year after I was born. This album was “No!.” My parents, being huge TMBG fans, bought me the album and we played it all the time. I grew up with these songs, and as I got older moved to the self titled album, Apollo 18, then finally to Flood. I love Flood. A lot. I think it’s extremely clever and wonderfully unique. This is the first album TMBG did with a label, which it explains the fuller sound of the record. TMBG get a lot of criticism about their vocals, and how some of their songs sound flat or whiny. And I agree, it takes a little getting used to. This band belongs on the unconventional voices list for sure. But that is in no way a bad thing. Birdhouse in Your Soul is energetic and is a great pump up song, which makes it a fantastic second track. We have Istanbul (Not Constantinople) which everyone can sing along to! Also fun fact: Istanbul is actually a cover of The Four Lads. This song was originally in a slow swing style. Anyways! The album continues on and touches on topics such as reincarnation, regret and fads, all in a clever non threatening yet silly way. You can tell these songs are written for nerds, by nerds. In all honesty, Flood is fun. It really is. You can look for the hidden meanings or you can enjoy the silly lyrics. Either way, you’re doing it right. There’s no wrong way to listen to music. Especially They Might Be Giants music.