Bernadette is back on Broadway, and I'm back on a bus.

I’m having a rather difficult time determining what I should write about with this blog. Every time I start writing something, I erase it believing that it shouldn’t go on this website. Why don’t I talk about the exact thing that is racing in my mind. This summer.

My summer is broken down into four parts. Three more weeks of class, three weeks working in Lovewell, Ohio. Three weeks doing Lovewell in Sweden. And then three and a half weeks to fill the end of summer. Those three weeks at the end is the primary source of freedom I have. (Don't get me wrong, Lovewell is one of the things I look forward to most). By the way, I am writing this in the dark, without any screen lit so I can’t see the screen on my laptop (because I’m currently on a bus and don’t want the brightness to bother people who are trying to sleep).

I’m excited for Ohio so I can get away from everything. I should really treat Lovewell Ohio as a vacation that involves a lot of work. I’m really looking forward to living with Cassie for a few weeks, a beautiful girl I used to see all the time in high school, and since college I have barely seen at all. Which leads to why I’m MAINLY excited about Sweden. I get to spend some serious amounts of time with Miss Laudia.

Getting to work on a lovewell with Jen… and IN SWEDEN! AND I’m reunited with Miss Gilchrist and I’m happily awaiting the chance to work with Mr. Ankarblom. But I’m having a rather difficult time accepting the summer that I have planned knowing that Tyler isn’t in New York with me, and won’t be with me in Ohio or Sweden. In fact, I’ve been constantly deliberating flying home again next weekend just to spend a few days with him. Or anything.

I am ecstatic over the fact that he will be script editing a Lovewell workshop this summer. Tyler is truly an astonishing writer, a lot better than he realizes probably. In all actuality, he’s one of the best student writers I’ve ever come across at NYU (I mean, in my opinion he is the best. A lot of PHTS students could learn a shit ton from his plays). Fuck student. He really is one of the best out there. There’s nothing I want more than to write a horror musical with him. We had some legitimately good ideas back in high school of shows that could be worked on. Maybe in the future.

Also I’ve never collaborated with anybody before in regards to writing a musical.

Oh yeah. That’s a nother new thought that has popped into my head. Grad School.

I’ve always known that I wanted to apply to the Grad Musical Theatre Writing Program. I mean, it never hurts to apply. But I always assumed that I wouldn’t get in, or that it wouldn’t be something that I’d really want to do. But ever since I talked to Mr. Nathan Tysen and Mr. Chris Miller a little over a week ago, they said that it is incredibly possible for me to go to that school. Undoubtedly even. And it makes me wonder how much I want to do this… write musicals. A part of me feels like it’s so frivologus to do so. A person who tries to write musicals for the majority of his life doesn’t sound like somepone who’s really contributing something. Maybe it is, I’m not sure.

Another thing, the idea of going to grad school for MTW makes me want to act even less. Maybe I’m not meant to be an actor. Maybe I’m not meant to be a composer, or anything like that. I’m stuck in this mode where I want to do everything. Thank you PHTS.

At this point I’m just writing about anything that that will entertain me while I’m riding on this bus (and I’m barely into the first hour of the ride). Maybe I should stop here for now.

When I get home, I am going to make myself a celebratory drink to The Return of Miss Bernadette Peters to Broadway this July. It’s been long, long overdue. And I couldn’t be happier for her. And I expect to go bankrupt from all the tickets I will be buying. Mazel Tov.