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Ale and I went to see Every Little Step tonight at the Angelika. Loved it, loved it, loved it. If you haven't seen it or heard of it, it's a documentary about the casting for the 2005 Broadway revival of A Chorus Line.

I'm a fan of A Chorus Line. My dad took me to see it one summer at Fair Park when I was in junior high or high school, and then we saw Pearce HS's production of it our junior year (I think). Incidentally, I am convinced that I remember Jessica Simpson being in that production. I'll verify w/ Scott.

Here's the trailer for Every Little Step. Go see it.

Where Does the Good Go

I could, and frequently do, listen to "Where Does the Good Go" (by Tegan and Sara) on repeat. There's something about it that I love, and I'm determined to find a way to include it in a screenplay.

I've had bits and pieces for two screenplays floating around in my head for the past two years, and I recently wrote out the opening montage for one of them. I was pretty pleased with it, but I had a nervous feeling that a similar scene already existed. So after some research tonight, I realized I had basically just recreated a pivotal scene from Elizabethtown. Heartbreak. 

It's an interesting feeling to have your mind craft a story you feel you need to tell, but you don't really know how it begins or ends. You also have no idea if anyone would care enough to read a book or see a movie about it.

I need some inspiration, and I would like for that to come in the form of a dinner with Aaron Sorkin and Diablo Cody. So if you're looking ahead and trying to figure out what to get me for my 30th birthday, please try to go ahead and hook that up.

Run It

"A bad day for your ego is a great day for your soul."

I like this quote. I'm sure someone has said this before, or at least something like it, but the only person I know to attribute this to is Jillian Michaels. Jillian used to terrify me, but now I'm a fan. I'd like to experience one day of being trained by her -- I can only imagine that it would be agonizing, but it would get the job done. Trainers are amazing. I feel indebted to my trainer, Shay ... we started working together a year ago in May, and she's been such a positive influence in my life. I credit her for helping me crawl out of what was an almost debilitating ten months of grieving. After suddenly losing my dad to heart disease, she helped me channel my grief and fear into something positive and proactive. I only get to see her once a week now, if that, but her "Shay-isms" are always top of mind.

She's helped me set some running goals, so now I'm off for some interval training. My calves are nervous.

A Pirate Looks at Forty

Jimmy Buffett = fin-tastic.

It's Not Easy Being Green (part II)

I really wish I hadn't used this title for one of my first posts last summer -- because it fits so much better with this one. I was in Mississippi the first weekend in April. I'm leaving most of the details vague so that I don't mix blogging with work and wind up on my client's Google alerts. All I'll say is that we went there to pass out food to people in a very small town. 

While there we went to the "Kermit museum" ... twice. (Indicative of how small the town was -- but we had a blast.)

Brown Eyed Girl

Happy 61st Birthday, Mom! I love you!

Shadowboxer

Song of the moment is "Shadowboxer" by Fiona Apple. 

My body is going to absolutely hate me tomorrow because I went to my first (but hopefully not last) Everlast Shadowboxing class tonight. It lived up to the name because it sure did feel like it was going to (ever)last  ... forever. It's definitely a workout. I thought it would be more like kickboxing, which I love. But it really wasn't. It was set up in 30 second intervals ... 30 seconds of fast jumping jacks, then mountain climbers, then push ups, then jumping lunges, then jabs/ upper cuts, then back to push ups, and on and on. I might want to stick to my dance classes.

We got pedometers at work this week for participating in a wellness exam, and we've all been trying to get in our 10,000 steps each day. I was at about 7,000 steps before the shadowboxing class, and I didn't think I'd hit my goal. But my handy little pedometer clocked in at 12,000 steps after the shadowboxing class. I'm pretty sure we can attribute 3,000 steps to the crazy amount of jumping jacks and mountain climbers we did. I love getting new free toys, and I think it's funny that my coworkers and I are so excited about counting our steps ... and competing to see who can take the most. We're easily entertained.