dear life,
wow...it's been awhile, huh? well, guess what. i've had a series of startling revelations and apparently, i'm an actress. it's weird, i know.
what's that? oh, no...no i'm not 'an actress'...i'm just (at this moment in time) in demand to pretend to be other people. fictional people. more so than...well, ever, really.
it's super-bizarre no? yes. yes it is.
anyway, i wanted to let you know all that so that when you emerge from your theatre cocoon in a few months you're not totally blindsided by having to say things that are unscripted. and have real, actual interactions with people whom you've not seen in months and months. which reminds me...
gotta go, life. see you in january.
lurv
evel
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dear improv',
i miss you. can't wait to get back together.
lascivious wink...
hearts and stars,
evel
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dear brain,
i know...i know. i know that we've been stuck in windowless rooms with fake living spaces for a while. i know. and i know it's gonna be that way for a little while longer and i know you're getting a little stir crazy. it's okay. i still think you're great.
but, can we stop with the bizarre theatre-related anxiety dreams? can we? they're funny and all, great stories, but seriously - cut it out. i'd like to go back to all the other random shit that's equally funny and less prescient.
you're always with me. i like that about you.
gooo synapses!
evel
ps - please don't forget my lines!
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dear the tv show glee,
you suck. i hate you. i've watched two of you and you are really cloying and i am not a fan. also, why are all your female characters such grating stereotypes? and why doesn't jane lynch get more screen time/kudos for at least basing her stereotype in reality and making a really formidible and enjoyable villian?
and for that matter, why are my female friends putting up with this shit? stop watching bad tv. unless it's ANTM...
also, get a better sound editor - your musical numbers look like shit.
hates and skates,
evel
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dear dating,
i hate you, too. you're irritating.
grrrr
evel
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dear theatre,
thanks for giving me an excuse not to date. way to take a load off of me, no?
oh, and no thanks for reinforcing the concept of me being alone forever and never having enough money to retire/be financially independent.
and i reckon, thanks for smiling upon me the past few months.
i love you! i hate you!
evel
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dear vanity fair magazine,
look, i've never wanted to be famous...but now i'd really like to be interesting enough to be in you. in a non-scandalous way.
i'll work on it. but you guys are gonna have to lower your standards, okay? okay.
short-time reader, first time writer
evel
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dear fake chicken salad that i've been making and eating obsessively for the past week or so,
damn you're fine.
i want you inside me,
evel
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
march madness
no, not basketball.
no, not even go fug yourself march madness.
March Madness. the big thaw. the spring fever. the end of hibernation.
yes, i know that spring doesn't officially start until march 20. yes, i know that the grass in piedmont park is still sepia-toned. yes, i know that a week ago there was heavy snowfall here in georgia. i know. I know.
but it's been so ridiculous and spring time these past few days, i can't help but be ready for spring. and let's face it folks, i'ev been ready for spring since, like, january 15. because that's how i roll. i hate cold weather. Hate It. so ready for change.
and that's the big thing about spring and fall - change. Big Sweeping Change. which was really the whole theme of 2008 for me, but season changes make it much easier. and it's harder to see that with winter and summer because - down here at least - it seems like they slowly work their way into the tail end of spring and fall. also, winter sucks.
anyway, it's been a year so far. i haven't gone bankrupt yet (and it seems like i might make close to the minimum amount of money i need to survive this month), although i do owe taxes. my back and lamp got broken and i'm blaming the same thing for these events. i've had jury duty. gotten paid for some things, not paid for others. finally turned my heat on (and look forward to turning it off again in a few weeks). dated a dude. not dated a dude. become obsessed with yoga. tossing around the idea of going back to school this time for - drumroll please - fashion design. been to a trucker bar (seriously, it was AMAZING!). shopped at wal-mart (i know, but i had a reason). broke a tire, cracked my radiator and started making weekly drives to cumming, ga (ha) to teach high schoolers improvisation. started classes at jackpie. been to helen, ga. and now i'm excited about gonig to the big-ass parking lot carnival on sunday and bacon fest in two-ish weeks.
and no, i still don't have a second part-time job. but i'm making things work, somehow, and i can't ask for much more than that. i have food and a place to live. and an amazing network of family and friends who forgive me for my winter solitude and general tendency to be too busy to pull my ass out of my head and say hello every once in a while.
so yes. it is springtime. i have the march madness. i am so fucking ready for the warm spots in this year.
no, not even go fug yourself march madness.
March Madness. the big thaw. the spring fever. the end of hibernation.
yes, i know that spring doesn't officially start until march 20. yes, i know that the grass in piedmont park is still sepia-toned. yes, i know that a week ago there was heavy snowfall here in georgia. i know. I know.
but it's been so ridiculous and spring time these past few days, i can't help but be ready for spring. and let's face it folks, i'ev been ready for spring since, like, january 15. because that's how i roll. i hate cold weather. Hate It. so ready for change.
and that's the big thing about spring and fall - change. Big Sweeping Change. which was really the whole theme of 2008 for me, but season changes make it much easier. and it's harder to see that with winter and summer because - down here at least - it seems like they slowly work their way into the tail end of spring and fall. also, winter sucks.
anyway, it's been a year so far. i haven't gone bankrupt yet (and it seems like i might make close to the minimum amount of money i need to survive this month), although i do owe taxes. my back and lamp got broken and i'm blaming the same thing for these events. i've had jury duty. gotten paid for some things, not paid for others. finally turned my heat on (and look forward to turning it off again in a few weeks). dated a dude. not dated a dude. become obsessed with yoga. tossing around the idea of going back to school this time for - drumroll please - fashion design. been to a trucker bar (seriously, it was AMAZING!). shopped at wal-mart (i know, but i had a reason). broke a tire, cracked my radiator and started making weekly drives to cumming, ga (ha) to teach high schoolers improvisation. started classes at jackpie. been to helen, ga. and now i'm excited about gonig to the big-ass parking lot carnival on sunday and bacon fest in two-ish weeks.
and no, i still don't have a second part-time job. but i'm making things work, somehow, and i can't ask for much more than that. i have food and a place to live. and an amazing network of family and friends who forgive me for my winter solitude and general tendency to be too busy to pull my ass out of my head and say hello every once in a while.
so yes. it is springtime. i have the march madness. i am so fucking ready for the warm spots in this year.
Monday, November 24, 2008
ed kalinski - mattress salesman
so, last year i bought a big girl bed. very exciting. box spring, mattress, frame. hitherto, i had been sleeping - since college - on a futon. well, 'i' bought the bed with money my parents gifted me at christmas. but i was the one who did it.
anyway, at the Original Mattress Factory Showroom Lenox...there's a bunch of beds. in the front of the store, right when you come in there's a desk with what i would call a 'car dealer' set-up at it. desk with computer that can be utilized by any sales person on the floor. one swivel chair behind the desk. two regular chairs in front of the desk. paperwork. car dealer set-up. and behind the desk, that fateful bed-buying day, was ed kalinski. a guy who had been selling mattresses for 25 years.
i don't mean to be stereotypical, but ed looked like the kind of guy who has been selling something for 25 years. mid-forties (maybe), short-sleeve work shirt (in december), tie, tan pants, side part with evenly trimmed sideburns, wedding ring. a nice guy. seriously. he was clearly a professional and was very nice in showing me the 'low-rent' options and very helpful in my first major home purchase experience. told me about rotating the mattress every couple of months (though some folks rotate once a month...ed didn't see the need for all that), flipping the mattress once a year. that's gonna increase the longevity.
i enjoyed ed's company as much as ed enjoyed mine. he helped me find a bed and i helped him do something other than play computer solitaire. i've had that job plenty of times, and i know that sometimes customers can be a relief. so, yeah. ed kalinski, nice guy.
a few days after my bed was delivered i got a card in teh mail 'from' ed kalinski, thanking me for being a customer and hoping i enjoy sleep more with new bed. it was cheesy. the envelope had that printed but could legitimately have been hand-addressed lettering on it. and inside it was a 'script-esque' italic font. not terribly personal, but the company's nice touch. and then like a week later, i got a happy new year card from 'Ed' too.
it's not that weird to get things like this from companys you make a 'major' purchase with. it isn't. i know this because my parents get shit like this periodically. it's fine. what weirds me out about it is that it's always addressed from Ed Kalinski. not the Original Mattress Factory. the card is designed to appear as though it's coming from ed. and actually, almost a year after i bought my bed, when i checked my mail today i got another missive 'from' ed. wishing me a happy thanksgiving and thanking the universe for elastic waistbands (yup).
now, if the logic behind all this is to make a personal connection (or percieved personal connection) between sales person and customer...it's totally worked. i think more about ed kalinski now than i ever thought possible. seriously.
but, uh...in some ways...the cards make ed look a little worse off than he actually is. because, for me, my first thought upon reciept of card, nigh on one year later, was 'does ed kalinski really have nothing better to do than to send me cheesey corporate greeting cards?' like an ex-boyfriend who just won't leave well enough alone (and i know there are ex-girlfriends like that, and i somewhat reluctantly admit that i've been that ex-girlfriend before), i just wonder why he's bothering. and then i remember that it's probably just that he signed my up for said holiday cards when he was putting my stuff in his computer. and then, further, i remember that i don't really know ed kalinski, that no one could really know ed kalinski. or at least no one that stopped by for 20 minutes and bought a bed from him. and ed kalinski - though he knows which model i find more comfortable, and that i sleep on my side, slightly curled up - doesn't really know me either.
and i can't think of a good ending for this right now.
happy thanksgiving, turkeys! WHA-HA-HA-HA!!!!
that'll do...
anyway, at the Original Mattress Factory Showroom Lenox...there's a bunch of beds. in the front of the store, right when you come in there's a desk with what i would call a 'car dealer' set-up at it. desk with computer that can be utilized by any sales person on the floor. one swivel chair behind the desk. two regular chairs in front of the desk. paperwork. car dealer set-up. and behind the desk, that fateful bed-buying day, was ed kalinski. a guy who had been selling mattresses for 25 years.
i don't mean to be stereotypical, but ed looked like the kind of guy who has been selling something for 25 years. mid-forties (maybe), short-sleeve work shirt (in december), tie, tan pants, side part with evenly trimmed sideburns, wedding ring. a nice guy. seriously. he was clearly a professional and was very nice in showing me the 'low-rent' options and very helpful in my first major home purchase experience. told me about rotating the mattress every couple of months (though some folks rotate once a month...ed didn't see the need for all that), flipping the mattress once a year. that's gonna increase the longevity.
i enjoyed ed's company as much as ed enjoyed mine. he helped me find a bed and i helped him do something other than play computer solitaire. i've had that job plenty of times, and i know that sometimes customers can be a relief. so, yeah. ed kalinski, nice guy.
a few days after my bed was delivered i got a card in teh mail 'from' ed kalinski, thanking me for being a customer and hoping i enjoy sleep more with new bed. it was cheesy. the envelope had that printed but could legitimately have been hand-addressed lettering on it. and inside it was a 'script-esque' italic font. not terribly personal, but the company's nice touch. and then like a week later, i got a happy new year card from 'Ed' too.
it's not that weird to get things like this from companys you make a 'major' purchase with. it isn't. i know this because my parents get shit like this periodically. it's fine. what weirds me out about it is that it's always addressed from Ed Kalinski. not the Original Mattress Factory. the card is designed to appear as though it's coming from ed. and actually, almost a year after i bought my bed, when i checked my mail today i got another missive 'from' ed. wishing me a happy thanksgiving and thanking the universe for elastic waistbands (yup).
now, if the logic behind all this is to make a personal connection (or percieved personal connection) between sales person and customer...it's totally worked. i think more about ed kalinski now than i ever thought possible. seriously.
but, uh...in some ways...the cards make ed look a little worse off than he actually is. because, for me, my first thought upon reciept of card, nigh on one year later, was 'does ed kalinski really have nothing better to do than to send me cheesey corporate greeting cards?' like an ex-boyfriend who just won't leave well enough alone (and i know there are ex-girlfriends like that, and i somewhat reluctantly admit that i've been that ex-girlfriend before), i just wonder why he's bothering. and then i remember that it's probably just that he signed my up for said holiday cards when he was putting my stuff in his computer. and then, further, i remember that i don't really know ed kalinski, that no one could really know ed kalinski. or at least no one that stopped by for 20 minutes and bought a bed from him. and ed kalinski - though he knows which model i find more comfortable, and that i sleep on my side, slightly curled up - doesn't really know me either.
and i can't think of a good ending for this right now.
happy thanksgiving, turkeys! WHA-HA-HA-HA!!!!
that'll do...
Sunday, November 2, 2008
erin made me do it
my lovely friend erin from over at the ponderosa 'jolly journal' has tagged me to write a blog with 7 things you might not know abuot me. and i am powerless to disobey....
1. love, love, love halloween. in spite of all evidence that might imply that i would hate it (spiders, people wearing masks, scary stuff, commercialism), i love it. hated it as a kid, lvoe it as an adult. it's one of my favorite times of the year. it's also when i can get a lot of decorating done, since so many things at halloween are skull oriented. and i love the skulls. which is something that i make pretty clear
2. i am one shitty correspondent. seriously. i mean this for people i never see ever as much as i do people who are an arm's reach away. terrible. and it's not that i don't care about them, i do. the people who i (at the very least) 'keep tabs on' mean a whole lot to me. i am, however, really lazy and miss out on a lot of lovely connections that i could be making with people i already know that i love. this goes hand in hand with my generally sub-par commuication skills. i stutter. i have shitty handwriting and typing. i don't know how to address more than 2 people at a time if it's not on a stage. my body language is really internally focused. and i make the goofy faces. but i'm an avid reader and excellent listener.
3. i walk a really fine line between being a strictly logic-driven person and an intuitive being. because, while i try to do what makes sense, i just...that damn gut feeling pushes me in totally whacked out directions and because it's right so, so, So much of the time i feel like it's logical to follow it even if what i'm doing at the time makes zero sense.
4. i have no clue how to 'follow' a blog on this thing.
5. i believe in the existence of ghosts. real-deal ghosts. and while i'm totally chicken-shit about the thought of entering a 'haunted house' around halloween, i wouldn't think twice about being an amateur ghost hunter. also i read tarot cards. and own two ouija boards. i'm a kook.
6. i'm not very comfortable talking about myself unless i really have a story to tell. this is something that's been a big focus in therapy (which only makes sense, since your therapist is there to listen to you talk about you and hence help you fix you), and i've made a little progress, but man...it's, yeah. so it's weird too that i have this blog and that i periodically post blogs in other spots on the interwebs. my life really hasn't been story-filled lately. though, it has been fun.
7. you know, for being single for like an eon, i really don't get crazy lonely that often. it happens, and there are definitely times when i think 'yeah, i'd like to have someone that i have a different kind of relationship with) but...it's not terrible. this makes me more than a little afraid that i'm just getting used to the idea of being alone forever. but typing that sort of makes me want to cry, so...maybe that's not a real danger... i don't konw. i just, i like a lot of 'me' time.
and now, as per erin's tagging order, i am to tag 7 others to do a simillar exercise in their blogs. here's where i have a difficulty... i follow a couple of blogs, and a couple of people follow this one, but uh...i don't know who's game for this.... so. matt, mary, jenn, erin (wait, no, you already did this), ed, benji, la, randy(?), josh(?), bill(?), assorted others who i'm forgetting or who don't have blogs but read anyway: if you'd like to do this, do it. i'll gladly read what you wrote. just...let me know that you did it. i have no fucking clue how to follow people on this thing....
1. love, love, love halloween. in spite of all evidence that might imply that i would hate it (spiders, people wearing masks, scary stuff, commercialism), i love it. hated it as a kid, lvoe it as an adult. it's one of my favorite times of the year. it's also when i can get a lot of decorating done, since so many things at halloween are skull oriented. and i love the skulls. which is something that i make pretty clear
2. i am one shitty correspondent. seriously. i mean this for people i never see ever as much as i do people who are an arm's reach away. terrible. and it's not that i don't care about them, i do. the people who i (at the very least) 'keep tabs on' mean a whole lot to me. i am, however, really lazy and miss out on a lot of lovely connections that i could be making with people i already know that i love. this goes hand in hand with my generally sub-par commuication skills. i stutter. i have shitty handwriting and typing. i don't know how to address more than 2 people at a time if it's not on a stage. my body language is really internally focused. and i make the goofy faces. but i'm an avid reader and excellent listener.
3. i walk a really fine line between being a strictly logic-driven person and an intuitive being. because, while i try to do what makes sense, i just...that damn gut feeling pushes me in totally whacked out directions and because it's right so, so, So much of the time i feel like it's logical to follow it even if what i'm doing at the time makes zero sense.
4. i have no clue how to 'follow' a blog on this thing.
5. i believe in the existence of ghosts. real-deal ghosts. and while i'm totally chicken-shit about the thought of entering a 'haunted house' around halloween, i wouldn't think twice about being an amateur ghost hunter. also i read tarot cards. and own two ouija boards. i'm a kook.
6. i'm not very comfortable talking about myself unless i really have a story to tell. this is something that's been a big focus in therapy (which only makes sense, since your therapist is there to listen to you talk about you and hence help you fix you), and i've made a little progress, but man...it's, yeah. so it's weird too that i have this blog and that i periodically post blogs in other spots on the interwebs. my life really hasn't been story-filled lately. though, it has been fun.
7. you know, for being single for like an eon, i really don't get crazy lonely that often. it happens, and there are definitely times when i think 'yeah, i'd like to have someone that i have a different kind of relationship with) but...it's not terrible. this makes me more than a little afraid that i'm just getting used to the idea of being alone forever. but typing that sort of makes me want to cry, so...maybe that's not a real danger... i don't konw. i just, i like a lot of 'me' time.
and now, as per erin's tagging order, i am to tag 7 others to do a simillar exercise in their blogs. here's where i have a difficulty... i follow a couple of blogs, and a couple of people follow this one, but uh...i don't know who's game for this.... so. matt, mary, jenn, erin (wait, no, you already did this), ed, benji, la, randy(?), josh(?), bill(?), assorted others who i'm forgetting or who don't have blogs but read anyway: if you'd like to do this, do it. i'll gladly read what you wrote. just...let me know that you did it. i have no fucking clue how to follow people on this thing....
Friday, October 31, 2008
this week
i have a story about this morning, but i'm pretty scattered right now. so you get another list.
well, well, well...in the past week things have been a little nutty...how nutty? i'll tell you...
this past week (from last friday to this friday)
i have:
worked (and taught a lot of spider lessons in the process)
voted
worn bunny ears
pissed off, and been pissed off by some 8th graders
bowled with my parents
visited my grandma in the hospital
watched sleeping beauty
carved a pumpkin
walked around in my favorite cemetary whilst wearing a stupid costume
drank chipolte-mango hot chocolate spiked with bailey's
fought (on stage)
worn my winter coat, scarf, gloves, and hat...in october...in atlanta...
cursed the weather
gotten a flat tire
changed said flat tire
gone to therapy
bought groceries
wondered what the hell to 'be' for halloween
took a few naps
looked for and applied to several jobs that don't look half-bad (fingers crossed ya'll)
teacher assissted a class
gone to a benefit in a stupid costume
seen two people i haven't seen since high school
done a show
shooed a squirrel from my laundry room...you heard me.
got tire repaired for FREE
went to the halloween store on halloween (mistake)
been to the thrift store
discovered my love for teh Family Dollar
still wondered what the hell to be for halloween
not replied to e-mails
replied to e-mails
been summoned to jury duty for the first time ever
and occassionally i've found time to eat and breathe, too.
so, i guess...all of this is to say that october has been retarded busy for me. Re-tarded. but mostly pretty fun. if only i were getting paid full time...
ps - did you know that the Halloween Spirit Stores sell hooker shoes? At reasonable prices? well, they apparently do...mama may be stopping by on Nov 1 (possibly 2) to see how low they're willing to go on those prices...yeesh.
happy halloween, fools!
well, well, well...in the past week things have been a little nutty...how nutty? i'll tell you...
this past week (from last friday to this friday)
i have:
worked (and taught a lot of spider lessons in the process)
voted
worn bunny ears
pissed off, and been pissed off by some 8th graders
bowled with my parents
visited my grandma in the hospital
watched sleeping beauty
carved a pumpkin
walked around in my favorite cemetary whilst wearing a stupid costume
drank chipolte-mango hot chocolate spiked with bailey's
fought (on stage)
worn my winter coat, scarf, gloves, and hat...in october...in atlanta...
cursed the weather
gotten a flat tire
changed said flat tire
gone to therapy
bought groceries
wondered what the hell to 'be' for halloween
took a few naps
looked for and applied to several jobs that don't look half-bad (fingers crossed ya'll)
teacher assissted a class
gone to a benefit in a stupid costume
seen two people i haven't seen since high school
done a show
shooed a squirrel from my laundry room...you heard me.
got tire repaired for FREE
went to the halloween store on halloween (mistake)
been to the thrift store
discovered my love for teh Family Dollar
still wondered what the hell to be for halloween
not replied to e-mails
replied to e-mails
been summoned to jury duty for the first time ever
and occassionally i've found time to eat and breathe, too.
so, i guess...all of this is to say that october has been retarded busy for me. Re-tarded. but mostly pretty fun. if only i were getting paid full time...
ps - did you know that the Halloween Spirit Stores sell hooker shoes? At reasonable prices? well, they apparently do...mama may be stopping by on Nov 1 (possibly 2) to see how low they're willing to go on those prices...yeesh.
happy halloween, fools!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
whilst avoiding the depressing task of searching for a job
i'm going to do this...thank you mr myers
What were you doing 20 years ago?
1. i was 7 and about midway through the first part of second grade.
2. i hated cursive and got a lot of bad grades for my shitty handwriting. this still applies.
3. gifted class was my favorite thing.
4. i had just done my first non-school play that summer. i got a bigger speaking part than my sister which was - for far too long - a secret source of pride for me.
5. i wore neon colors and leggings.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
1. first semester of my senior year of high school.
2. i was 17 and had just thrown a giant hissy-fit about not being cast in the one-act competition piece.
3. i started doing forensics tournaments for dramatic interpretation. it was super-fun. those 10 minutes of blanche dubois took me far...
4. i was sick of high school and unenthusiastic about looking for colleges.
5. i attributed my new, higher composite SAT score to my first TMBG concert which i saw on the same day that i took the test for the last time. this is still true.
On 9/11/01
woke up and went to my 'self-defense for women' class at 8am with my roommate. we drove separately because i had to get gas. the people in the gas station looked at me weird. when i came home, my roommate who i had been in class with ran outside and told me a plane hit the WTC. my other roommate's class was cancelled and she came home about when the second plane was hitting. so we went to my first roommate's fiancee's place because he had cable and we didn't even have bunny ears. watched tv in horror. made a bunch of phone calls. listened to the radio in horror. sort of laughed at congress singing god bless america on the steps of the capitol (still one of the most bizarre moments in american history). went to rehearsal, which got cancelled. hardly slept.
What were you doing 5 years ago?
1. i was 22 and 10 months out of college.
2. interning at the alliance theatre in the artistic department. this - although like my current job it didn't really pay...but moreso - was one of my all time favorite jobs.
3. i was about to start working at starbucks. what a fucking nightmare.
4. still not over my ex-boyfriend at this point.
5. living with my dear friend erin in vinings who was teaching and getting ready to get married.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
1. pouting about something, i'm sure.
2. getting ready to move to my current apartment.
3. hating my job, but had just made the deciscion to leave when i started in on the holocaust tour. which was then but 4 months away.
4. goofing off.
5. wondering what the hell it was i was supposed to be doing.
6. looking forward to dancing on the grave of 2007.
What did you do yesterday?
1. work 8:30 - 2
2. napped too long 2:15-3:45
3. went to oakland with lara for a special halloween tour/froze my ass off 4:30-ish to 6:40-ish
4. CAMPUS workshop 7 - 9
5. nonsemble workshop 9 - 11:30
6. made dinner (or lunch, or breakfast..whatever) 12:30. though, i guess that's today.
7. crashed 2
What will you do today?
1. worked 8:30 - 2
2. changed my flat-ass tire 2:15-2:40
3. dicked around on the internet 3-3:45
4. went to gas station, dad's garage, therapy, and the atm 3:45 - 6
5. napped 6 - 7
6. grocery store 7:30
7. started laundry and made a little dinner 8:30
8. i'll probably look for a job soon and sleep at some point.
What will you do tomorrow?
1. work 8:30 - 2
2. look for a job/hopefully work out 2:15 - 5:00
3. probably nap a little 5-6
4. quick dinner 6-6:30
5. TA class 6:45 - 9:15
6. dick around until i pass out/figure out halloween costume-age
What were you doing 20 years ago?
1. i was 7 and about midway through the first part of second grade.
2. i hated cursive and got a lot of bad grades for my shitty handwriting. this still applies.
3. gifted class was my favorite thing.
4. i had just done my first non-school play that summer. i got a bigger speaking part than my sister which was - for far too long - a secret source of pride for me.
5. i wore neon colors and leggings.
What were you doing 10 years ago?
1. first semester of my senior year of high school.
2. i was 17 and had just thrown a giant hissy-fit about not being cast in the one-act competition piece.
3. i started doing forensics tournaments for dramatic interpretation. it was super-fun. those 10 minutes of blanche dubois took me far...
4. i was sick of high school and unenthusiastic about looking for colleges.
5. i attributed my new, higher composite SAT score to my first TMBG concert which i saw on the same day that i took the test for the last time. this is still true.
On 9/11/01
woke up and went to my 'self-defense for women' class at 8am with my roommate. we drove separately because i had to get gas. the people in the gas station looked at me weird. when i came home, my roommate who i had been in class with ran outside and told me a plane hit the WTC. my other roommate's class was cancelled and she came home about when the second plane was hitting. so we went to my first roommate's fiancee's place because he had cable and we didn't even have bunny ears. watched tv in horror. made a bunch of phone calls. listened to the radio in horror. sort of laughed at congress singing god bless america on the steps of the capitol (still one of the most bizarre moments in american history). went to rehearsal, which got cancelled. hardly slept.
What were you doing 5 years ago?
1. i was 22 and 10 months out of college.
2. interning at the alliance theatre in the artistic department. this - although like my current job it didn't really pay...but moreso - was one of my all time favorite jobs.
3. i was about to start working at starbucks. what a fucking nightmare.
4. still not over my ex-boyfriend at this point.
5. living with my dear friend erin in vinings who was teaching and getting ready to get married.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
1. pouting about something, i'm sure.
2. getting ready to move to my current apartment.
3. hating my job, but had just made the deciscion to leave when i started in on the holocaust tour. which was then but 4 months away.
4. goofing off.
5. wondering what the hell it was i was supposed to be doing.
6. looking forward to dancing on the grave of 2007.
What did you do yesterday?
1. work 8:30 - 2
2. napped too long 2:15-3:45
3. went to oakland with lara for a special halloween tour/froze my ass off 4:30-ish to 6:40-ish
4. CAMPUS workshop 7 - 9
5. nonsemble workshop 9 - 11:30
6. made dinner (or lunch, or breakfast..whatever) 12:30. though, i guess that's today.
7. crashed 2
What will you do today?
1. worked 8:30 - 2
2. changed my flat-ass tire 2:15-2:40
3. dicked around on the internet 3-3:45
4. went to gas station, dad's garage, therapy, and the atm 3:45 - 6
5. napped 6 - 7
6. grocery store 7:30
7. started laundry and made a little dinner 8:30
8. i'll probably look for a job soon and sleep at some point.
What will you do tomorrow?
1. work 8:30 - 2
2. look for a job/hopefully work out 2:15 - 5:00
3. probably nap a little 5-6
4. quick dinner 6-6:30
5. TA class 6:45 - 9:15
6. dick around until i pass out/figure out halloween costume-age
Monday, August 11, 2008
i don't know what it is about mondays...
but i just can't motivate myself to do anything worthwhile at work. i just can't.
especially if i've had to work on saturday. it's almost like i'm re-claiming my two-days in a row weekend by dicking around for the 8.5 hours that i'm here on monday. yeah, that'll show them.
here's something:
this is my last salaried week here. my last '40 hour' week here (tomorrow i'm gone to help grandma move from my parent's house to a retirement/assisted living place...yikes and then wednesday i leave early for therapy). next week i start three weeks of insane amounts of work. 22 hours at the new place, 29 here. that's 51 hours, folks. it's gonna be nuts.
why so much time at the work, you may be asking. good question. if i work that much, i can make it through the end of september and not starve or get evicted or have to live off candle light and water wheels. so if the worst case scenario comes to fruition - i.e. i can't find a new part-time job to supplement my new Awesome part-time job until like october (or if i don't get paid for a second p-t until october) i'll still be okay for a month.
and if things go on longer i'm looking into medical trials and egg donation. you heard me.
so tonight when i get home, the plan is to nap, workout, make dinner, apply for some jorbs, watch episode 2 of six feet under (just saw the first one for the very first time last night, and might i add...HoLy Shit.), shower, sleep, rise early, drive to woodstock, move grandma, lunch?, come home, look for jorbs, take nap, thrift store?, work out, dinner, apply for jorbs, deal with whatever other crises may have arisen in a 48 hour period.
and i already feel like this weekend was a train that ran me over.
sigh.
especially if i've had to work on saturday. it's almost like i'm re-claiming my two-days in a row weekend by dicking around for the 8.5 hours that i'm here on monday. yeah, that'll show them.
here's something:
this is my last salaried week here. my last '40 hour' week here (tomorrow i'm gone to help grandma move from my parent's house to a retirement/assisted living place...yikes and then wednesday i leave early for therapy). next week i start three weeks of insane amounts of work. 22 hours at the new place, 29 here. that's 51 hours, folks. it's gonna be nuts.
why so much time at the work, you may be asking. good question. if i work that much, i can make it through the end of september and not starve or get evicted or have to live off candle light and water wheels. so if the worst case scenario comes to fruition - i.e. i can't find a new part-time job to supplement my new Awesome part-time job until like october (or if i don't get paid for a second p-t until october) i'll still be okay for a month.
and if things go on longer i'm looking into medical trials and egg donation. you heard me.
so tonight when i get home, the plan is to nap, workout, make dinner, apply for some jorbs, watch episode 2 of six feet under (just saw the first one for the very first time last night, and might i add...HoLy Shit.), shower, sleep, rise early, drive to woodstock, move grandma, lunch?, come home, look for jorbs, take nap, thrift store?, work out, dinner, apply for jorbs, deal with whatever other crises may have arisen in a 48 hour period.
and i already feel like this weekend was a train that ran me over.
sigh.
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