tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58405342012-01-28T17:24:48.109-06:00I am Jack's internal monologue... My thoughts on life, theatre, David Hyde Pierce, and plenty of other things you probably never wanted to know.Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.comBlogger3271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-7015801515029094152007-07-26T21:06:00.000-05:002008-12-10T14:55:57.721-06:00

For those who've been asking, this is BC - the out-of-town-architect-musician-badass-dreamboat who is currently occupying a very large space in my mind. Or heart. Whichever is better.**Mind is most obviously way better, and heart just sounds dumb and corny. But if it weren't, he'd be occupying that, too.

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I'll save my thoughts on Deathly Hallows for another time, if I post them at all. I know a lot of people were probably expecting a lengthy review much in the same manner as I did for Half Blood Prince, but I don't really think too much is necessary this time. Suffice it to say: it was wonderful. It was what I needed it to be. Possibly more on this later. For now, here are some pictures of the

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... Four more days.BC and I will be happily barricaded in my apartment, doors locked, cells and comps off, all the food we need stocked in the fridge. We will pause only for the occasional romp in the hay (when the stress of the plot gets to be too much) and we will venture out only for a cigarette (again, when the action gets to be too much. Or post-coital. Or both).How will you spend your

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I did something crazy. And not just a goofy, quirky, normal sort of crazy. But genuinely crazy.* Can't give away too many details at this time, but I tell ya: it's a doozy. Full story later. To those who do know, just trust me, guys. *Those in the know have, funnily enough, said this is so crazy that it isn't crazy at all. Not exactly sure what this means, but I'm taking it as a good sign.

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DHP has officially come out of the closet. *le sigh* You know, I always held a tiny sliver of hope, but today it has been dashed aside. I think it's time for a Lifetime Movie Shower.

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Completely banked at the Restaurant today, despite the usual slow Memorial Day lag. Last week's hypothesis further proven. Someone came into town and surprised me this weekend. Lots of wine, lots of cigarettes, lots of ridiculously good sex. And a rather unfortunate incident with some jalapeno poppers, but that's a story for another day. All of which completely overshadows my transmission blowing

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Christians have Christmas, Jews have Hanukkah (or Chanukah, or Xh#8!sgh), and waiters have National Waitstaff Appreciation Day (assuming, of course, that waiting tables can be considered a religion - and for those lifers, it probably is). The Restaurant is our Temple, the expo line is out confessional, and we touch our foreheads with marinera before each shift. Perhaps not.So how should i

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As reported in yesterday's post, I spent the last few days on a much needed mini-break in Austin. Aside from the aforemention horizontal calisthenics that capped off the trip, my visit was filled with a vast assortment of wild antics, including, but not limited to:1.) A 5 hour drive up with a sountrack consisting almost entirely of Disney music.2.) Vodka tonics. Lots of them.3.) A wild sex orgy (

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I walk into the Restaurant today after a brief vacation to be met by a set of curiously raised eyebrows on our hostess's face. Before I can even open my mouth to ask what she was on about, she deadpans: "You had sex." It was a good vacation. It doesn't stop there, however. As I deliver drinks to table 73, one of the occupants says to me, with a slight smirk,"Someone had a good night last night."

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Do have much to update about, but in the wake of the end of the semester, (I wish I were)Dead Week, and upcoming finals, I've been swamped. Welcome relief: this weekend's annual Theatre Banquet. Gorgeous dress, cooler hat, lots of vodka, and a wee bit o' freak dancing. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure. (that's me and Red over there, just before we left our place)

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Back after a brief scare with disconnected internet. Hope everyone's Easter/Passover was merry. Mine was filled by a few days of double shifts (most of which were unbelievably slow), an indoor camping trip, and a severe need for a trip to the chiropractor. Thee weekend was kicked off my walking out the door and discovering the one thing that I never expected to find. No, not David Hyde Pierce

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I never thought I'd get senioritis, and yet with the coming of Spring and the realization that, yes, I get to be a grown up soon, I find myself aching to get the hell out of here. I also realized that I use to many commas. Lack of production work this semester (well, this year, really), and a disastrous relationship which has left me more angry than I originally thought (turns out he's still

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It's not just a Ted Nugent song - I actually have Cat Scratch Fever. Moira got into a fight with another cat at the window and somehow became tangled in the blinds cord, went a little crazy, and in my attenpt to free her she bit me. Ouch. Thinking nothing of it, I asked Red for a band-aid, and went out for the night, only to find out a couple of hours later that my finger was going numb and had

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Just watched "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" and am overcome with an insatiable desire to punch someone in the face and then have sex with them. It's a weird feeling.

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What is is about coffee houses that make them more relaxing than your own livingroom?It's my day off - my only one all Spring Break. What I should be doing: taking my car in for a much needed visit to the service center. However, I chose to forgo this in favor of a few quality hours of loafing about in my underwear before heading to the local indie coffee shop to catch up on my reading (i.e.

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It's been forever since I've stayed out this late (and actually enjoyed myself). Thanks to all who made this night great. Good drinks, good dancing, good friends, good times. There's something about having a dance-off to "Get Low" and getting busted by the cops that makes you realize that, sometimes despite appearances, this really is the time of your life. It's a shame I have to be up for work

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Enough. Enough now. In an overly dramatic and severly twisted (if enlightening) turn of events, things are finally over between myself and JB. Yes, I sould have seen it coming, yes, I deserve better. But that doesn't make it any less difficult. I rehearsed breaking up with him every day for the last 3 weeks (and nearly accomplished it twice) but I couldn't do it. I so wanted it to work. It was

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There are some customers who, no matter how nice a server you are, will always give you the cold shoulder. You can plaster your face with a smile so big that it hurts, and inflect your voice with as much cheer as you can muster, but you'll still be met with an impassive stare and an air of absolute indifference. These are the people who answer your questions with a command, in the manner of:Me:

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I may have completely fucked myself over. Maybe doing things the Slytherin way would have been more beneficial. Whatev. I started this thing in motion, knowing full well what I was doing, and I'm going to have to suffer the consequences of what happens next - I just don't think I was really prepared for those consequences. We'll see, though. I've been told by the two most important men in my life

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A part of me broke this Valentine's Day. No, it was not my heart, it was my wand. My wand. In the irony of all ironies, it snapped in my canvas bag 2 days after I composed a post enumerating its many glorious qualities. I am distraught. Words cannot describe the immense sadness that has enveloped my very being; the loss of my wand has struck me to the core. Just look at these two pathetic little

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Happy V-Day, all. Am thankfully not working this year, as last year's mass of rude and finicky patrons was enough to scare me away from this day for the rest of my table-waiting future. I've never been keen on celebrating Valentine's Day, though neither am I the type to refer to it as "singles awareness day" and trudge through the 14th in a haze of Hallmark-fueled anger and depression. Do have

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I carry a wand. Yes, a wand. This is not a metapjor for anything - I actually carry a wand. Though any explanation may prove fruitless in making that previous statement any less odd, I will at least attempt to convince you that this fact is not the characteristic of a pathetic individual out of touch with reality, but rather the charmingly cute idiosyncracy of a lovable obssessive. Any of you

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The question is: do I go about this in the Slytherin or Gryffindor way? Both have their advantages, each of which could have vastly different outcomes.

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Work somewhere long enough and you're bound to serve some of the same people a few times over. Regulars are nice, conversational, and usually tip well, especially if they specifically ask for your section. But every once in a while that manner of regular customer comes along who, though you may have waited on them many a time, still acts as though though they have no idea who you are, and so

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Not cast in a mainstage. This really hasn't been my year has it? One downstage in particular really interests me, so here's hoping...And on top of that, more drama with JB and His Ex. Despite all of this, I am relaitvely calm. At this point I'm not sure anything can faze me. Or it could all be that ever-present mask of cool, collected, it-really-doesn't-bother-me-ness. But whatev. I'm going to

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Well, that's very interesting. I have absolutely no idea what to expect.

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It's that time again, folks - that time of year that either terrifies or excites theatre majors (or, in the case of technicians, aggravates the hell out of them): auditions. Observe the new icon, just for the occasion!A little different this semester: instead of having 2 days off of classes, we only get one and the first set of callbacks happens tonight. This somewhat puts a damper on the

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Deliriously happy, thank you for asking.

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A tad bit late, but here they are anyway - my New Year's Resolutions. I'm a tad bit late in starting them, as well, but I'm confident that with the start of the school year and the return of a definite business, sleep, study, (and hopefully rehearsal) schedule, I'll be able to keep up with them.I will:Drink 6 glasses of water a day.Eat more vegetables and fewer artery clogging foods, thus far

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Every once in a great while a customer comes along who bestowes you with what I like to call the MT - miracle tip. A tip that, while the service provided may have been exceptional, is overdoing it by any means. This tips pretty much rock the proverbial kasbah. So imagine my elation when I went around table 44, after the 12 top had gotten up and left, and discovered that they had left me an

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Oi. Due to events concerning JB and His Ex (though about abbreviating that, and just calling her "HEx" but that sounded just awful), am currently in the middle of a mind fuck similar to watching all 3 endings of "Clue" and then saying, "wait, but what really happened?" Except exponentially more serious, with a higher hair-pulling-out quotient, and involving far fewer butlers. At the moment, my

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My mouth can get me into trouble sometimes. Jorph and the Mexiwon't, you can both stop laughing now, dirty fuckers. What I mean is, I talk too much, too fast, and too high, facts which are all amplified exponentially when at work. This isn't uncommon; most waiters have a completely different demeanor with their tables - for females, the voice tends to become very chipper, higher and more nasal,

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Here it is, the obligatory post of the Home-for-the-Holidays variety. This Christmas saw a small gathering of only 13 people crammed into the house (which, this year, was not ours, but an aunt's). Much festive cheer, merry making, over-cooking, over-eating, nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, couching, aching* fun was had. A few of the highlights:Finding out that my Paupa is a closet pool shark, and

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Public service announcement: For anyone who has ever eaten at a restaurant, please do not take the pen that your server gives you for the credit card clip. We only carry so many, and it would be a big help if you could just let us keep them. Especially the click-top ones, those are really convenient. And a big thank you to the lady at table 71 who, upon hearing of my plight concerning the two

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So. Wondering how exactly to go about this. There was a time when this blog was a vessel from much personal and introspective fodder, but that has passed within the last year or so when it became apparent that far too more people read this than I originally imagined. I've become a more secretive person lately (and lazy, which explains the lack of frequent updates). But. Suffice it to say.....

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CW once said in reference to me, "the rapidity with which you go through men is astounding." I'm just now starting to realize that this is true. Now, that is not to say that I am either a slut, or a bitch (because I anyone can tell you I am neither); I am merely picky. All of this leading into me being again in the pleasant state of "er, um" -ness. More on this later. And on a slightly related

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If there is one thing I have learned as Props Master (read: bitch who finds/builds stuff that is often ridiculously difficult to find/build) for "Grease" it is this: everything can be solved with clear masking tape. Seriously.In the course of this show I have reassembled: a trophy, a drive-in speaker, a fire hydrant, a car, a microphone, one wiley midget,* a bottle of wine, a blanket, and a bean

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In the apartments where I (and a nearly overwhelming amount of other theatre majors) live, every Friday/Saturday night brings the usual movie nights, get togethers, marathon games of Karaoke Revolution, etc. Lately I've been knitting. A fairly milquetoast existance, really*. And so, during a Shot Night at my apartment a few weeks ago, it came as a very large surprise when a friend of mine told a

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So, okay. Here it is, the details of The Firing (for those who I either don't know in RL, or haven't seen in ages). And for those of you who have already heard the story, I apologize, hopefully I'll be able to spice it up with some crazy metaphors and a flying nun or two.It was a relatively slow Friday night at the good ol' Restaurant and a table of 3 women (very Southern, very made-up, very

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Every time I deliver a hot plate (lasagna, baked ravioli, chicken guadalupe, etc.) to a table with a baby in a sling at it, I think about what would happen if I accidentally tipped the plate of sizzling food onto the skin of the giggling little cherub. In a completely non-malicious way that has nothing to do with my aversion toward children.I can see it all happening, the angle of the plate as I

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Every once in a great while that manner of posts is written that blemishes the face of this blog with doses of depressed maunderings and existential angst. That's right. The emo!post is back, so avert you eyes, ye who are easily annoyed.I can say that at this moment I'm thoroughly disliking living in these apartments with so many other theatre majors, despite the fact that I normally relish the

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I was laying in bed the other night and I couldn’t go to sleep because I was thinking about Harry Potter. Again. Not the person, but the series. There are times when I’ll be sitting, just staring off into space and suddenly I’ll shiver with excitement; if you ever see me do this, it means I was thinking about Book 7.A British tabloid published a story not too long ago (which turned out to be

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Today marks the last day I'll see one Pensivecabby, as he is leaving for internship in London/Madrid. The first of The Putas to leave (other than our Queen Bee), his departure has struck me incredibly hard. And so, in the spirit of incredibly cheesy, yearbook-y type farewells, here is my dedication to my one and only Pensivecabby.I never imagined I could miss someone as much as I already miss you

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Tonight I was fired. FIRED.This week just sort of came out of the blue and kicked my ass.

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Wasn't cast in a mainstage for the semester. Been a while since I've been here. Disappointed, sure, but I understand why. The direction they went. If I was not going to get it, this was the best way for me to not get it. The show is going to be great. Good fun. Callbacks were some of the most fun (and competitive) that I've had in a long time; makes all of this sting a little less. We all brought

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Was called back for "A Servant of Two Masters." Only 3 female roles, 21 women called back. Not good odds. Time to throw it down.Or, as Shakespeare would say, Bring't.

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I'm fairly certain that I just had the two worst auditions of my life. No exaggeration. I know when I've done well and when I haven't; what my chances are. This was not good. Fuck all. Two more to go today, callbacks tomorrow. We'll know soon.....

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Let's play a game, guys. One of those stupid tag things. Because we both know you've got nothing better to do. I didn't anyway. 10 random movie/television quotes: GO!1. "There's no crying! There's no crying in baseball!" - A League of Their Own2. " I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him, that I greatly esteem him. I like him." - Sense and Sensibility.3. "You're gonna need a

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The past few days have been horrid. Awful. Really depressing. In the got-two-tickets-for-the-same-thing-within-3-days, cat-threw-up-on-my-new-comforter, stiffed-by-two-tables, bouts-of-insomia, working-two-consecutive-doubles-on-the-weekend-of-graduation sort of way. If you know what those are like. But here's to the people who made it all better: To My Guy for letting me win at bowling and

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It's the end of July, and for The Discovery Channel, that can only mean one thing: Shark Week. Oh, yes, it's here again. Those glorious 7 days in which one can learn everything one every wanted to know about those fiesty kings of the deep. Did I ever tell you how much I love Shark Week? We've got "Dirty Jobs" with Mark Rowe - shark autopsy and shark tagging; "Great White Down Under" - in which

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Considering the angry wrath of my last post, I figured that a more chipper update is in order. But what to write about? According to The Mexiwon't and Jorph: "Write about something interesting......but with better tits." So why not. Something interesting: Independence Day in pictures. That was the beginning of a staggering number of nights in which I was drunk. More days in the past two weeks

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I am disgusted. Bewildered. Irate. And furious, as the title suggests. Acts of ignorance, hate, stupidity, and general asshole-ness don't really sink in until they've happened to you or those around you.Tonight during one of our regular trips to The Bell, The Boys and I were yelled at by the occupants of a truck while we were going inside. Yelled at in a fun, college-student way, not the"I'm

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You know what blows (besides my previous post, situation now hopefully rectified)? When you go to turn in your money at the end of your shift and you come up $3 short and no one, not even the managers, has any idea why. I worked for - $3 today.Instead of feeling really angry at the injustice of it, I just feel sad and defeated. Despite this, I feel it necessary to give the requisite: [Local

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Opting for the passive agressive, this shall hopefully be my final attempt at solving a problem. All other instances in which I tried to remedy this through actively aggressive means (quite a stretch for someone who tends to let things fester) have not gone as intended; conversation is going nowhere, so this is it: my attempt at peaceful diplomatic discourse.This situation blows. And it sucks.

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Dear table 56,Fuck you.You seemed so nice. You came in from the Blueberry Festival, all hot and sweaty, making jokes, having a good time. I got you our special blueberry creme bruleé and blueberry margaritas; you called me your blueberry girl. You also told me I looked like Famke Janssen, which I don't, but thanks all the same. Then you proceeded to make jokes about my special mind powers. I

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After my own bit of drunken debauchery last night, which included doing the splits in the kitchen, putting on pointe shoes, and dancing with a vaccuum cleaner, I have come to this conclusion: It seems that I cannot get drunk (or consume alcohol, really) without drinking to incredible excess. I'll down vodka like it's water, but then it really hits later on. And apparently I get very uppity and '

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Call it an occupational hazard or a unfortunate side-effect of working an otherwise wonderful job, but being hit on by patrons is one part of waiting tables that I absolutely detest. I'm not sure why this happens so much to restaurant emps; perhaps it's the notion that we are there to serve you, and that somehow gives a small bit of ownership over to you for the small amount of time that we wait

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Something about English accents, devastatingly blue eyes, and sexual tension-laced games of Twister really get to me. Great time. Quite sorry to see him go.This sort of harkens back to a particular incident (...or two, rather) of about a year ago that made it The Summer of my Corruption. This shall be The Summer of Fun. Wonderful way to kick it off.

Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-1145854608916041342006-04-23T23:51:00.000-05:002006-04-23T23:56:48.926-05:00

Today during rehearsal I received one of the greatest notes of my life:"I think you're just going to have to pinch his nipple."Yes.Nipples will be pinched. I shall do a striptease. And the audience shall rejoice.This almost surpasses the quote from Tempest rehearsals in which the director said, in reference to Shakespeare, "There is nothing more exciting than doing this man."Can't argue with

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The fact that this is tech week for my show, and I'm still scheduled to work shifts, with two papers of epic proportions due on Oleanna and The Caucasian Chalk Circle (heh, I didn't really mean epic in the Brecht sense of Epic, capital "E", but I do now), isn't stressing me out nearly as much as it should. I really hope I make it through these next 2 weeks alright.

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Fuck sewing.Every sewing machine one the face of the earth can go suck my hypothetical left nut, especially the ones in the costume shop at my university. I am not fabrically inclined - I cannot sew, pin, stitch, cut, or do anything remotely costume related without screwing it up. The only thing I can pull off with some modicum of efficiency is seam-ripping, which is exactly what it sounds like:

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I have recently discovered the joy of a practice that many before me have touted as one of the most freeing, relaxing habits ever: Walking around in one's underwear. And it is glorious.I've always been particularly modest concerning nudity.....perhaps this is an understatement. I hate being naked. If I could shower fully clothed and still come out clean - I would. When people get excited about

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Hallelujah. Belle De Jour has started regularly posting again. Although she's escalated beyond the business that made her famous, I'm still looking forward to lots of meritricious accounts of sex, lies, and the occasional book review. One of the most amusing things she learned from her days as a call girl:"dimanche 2 NovembreIn a world of 12-year-olds in sexy boots and nans in sparkly minidresses

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After reading NDC's post about why he thinks he'll be single forever, I started doing some thinking of my own on that particular matter. Now, I'm not of the opinion that I'll be single forever, I'm just thinking along the lines of marriage. My family is Catholic, and you know what that means: early marriage and lots of procreation. My response to the family expectation: fuck that noise. Yeah, I

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Alright. I have been captured by a small batallion of mildly emo forces and am posting lyrics. This song has been running in my head for the past 2 days and it's come to mean something much more than it used to. I can't quite descrube what I'm feeling right now. Loss, regret, guilt, disappointment, anger at myself, inadequacy, and then there are times when I can't feel anything at all.......I'm

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I told him I don't love him anymore. That I'm not coming to visit him. He didn't argue or yell, very quiet, very calm. Completely destroyed.I feel absolutely wretched.

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It really is hard out there for a pimp. Man, I love it when things like that happen.Official Oscar talley: Eminem: 1; 3 Six Mafia: 1; Martin Scorcese: 0

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For those who were wondering: tequila, chili con queso, and bacardi - not good bedfellows.If I had removed just one of those I probably would have been fine. Instead, here I sit, still mildly queesy with one contact stuck to my eye.

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Half way through compulsively filling out another of those addicting yet utterly pointless surveys which Hydrass had tagged me to do, I realized I'd already done it. And another 15 minutes of my life is wasted. And he will pay. So. I thought to implement another mindless survey, thereby wasting even more time. But I need something to take my mind off Michelle Kwan. We all do.Ten movies that

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This shall forever be known as a day of sadness in the world of figure skating, and my life:Michelle Kwan pulled out of the Olympics, citing the return of her groin injury. I am a wreck. She was my girl, my golden girl. And I knew she wouldn't get the gold, I knew it would be a stretch for her to even medal this time. But man, for the past 3 Olympics the underdog has gotten this medal, (two of

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Right now I am not so good.

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It is exactly 31 days past Christmas. And the other day at work I caught a glimpse of a remnant of the holidays so blindingly out of place that it gave me pause - I saw a sweater lady. Oh, yes, you know of which I speak. I don't mean just a regular sweater with a snowflake on it, oh no. We're talking the bright red knit variety sweater complete with tassels, bells, puffs, and lights that

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Cast list up. Am Maggie in States of Grace. Good role, what I expected to get, bit of a let down. The thing is I just wanted to be considered..................... Let me try and then you can tell me I was totally wrong and not cast me. But don't pigeon-hole me from the begining. I shouldn't complain. I sound like whiney child to my own ears, so I can't imagine what it sounds like to everyone

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Callbacks. What a supreme disappointment. There was a role that I wanted so bad, I could taste it. I worked it, read it over and over. They didn't read me for it once. And I knew. I knew in the back of my mind that that would happen. That I would be overlooked in favor of putting me in a role which would be easier, more obvious, for me to fill. And I read for that one, but my heart wasn't in it.

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Called back for Maggie and Grace for the Playreading Festival's States of Grace. No call back for Night of the Iguana. I'd be lying if I said Iw asn't a bit disappointed, even though I didn't really expect to get a call back anyway. Whatev. I go into tonight at 7:30, and I know this one is going to be rough on me; the competition is tough.

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It's that time again.Auditioned this morning for The Night of the Iguana and the Playreading Festival, both of which were quite laid back, and less nerve-wracking than normal. Monologue for playreading went well. When the director offers you a kolache before your read, you know it's going to be a good audition. I'm not sure which I want more, if you'd asked me a month ago I would have said Iguana

Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-1136750786946525742006-01-08T13:41:00.000-06:002006-01-08T14:06:27.056-06:00

You know that feeling you get when a guy that lives on the other side of the country, and who you're missing terribly, randomly shows up at your door on New Year's Eve and proceeds to make the first week of January the best in recent memory? Because I do.I feel completely ridiculous; I used to make fun of people who behave the way I have been for the past few months. Blissfully happy. In what is

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Alright, I have one piece of advice for everyone who ever plans on eating out at restaurant ever again in their entire lives:Sit where the hostess wants to put you. Please.Don't ask for your party of 4 to sit at an 8 top, don't request to move all the way across the restaurant to some random table that isn't any better than the one at which the hostess wanted to sit you, and don't try and sneak

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So I was in the showere the other day whiling away my time and basking in the abscence of dead week, theatre history papers, and advanced acting scenes (all the while thinking of David Hyde Pierce, as I often do) when I noticed a peculiar discoloration on my right inner thigh. Upon close inspection I discovered that I had a huge oblong purple bruise accompanied by several smaller bruises the size

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Current temperature: 57 degreesCups of coffe consumed in the last 2 hours: 6Theatre history papers to write: 1# of pages left to compose: too many# of days left to complete paper: not enough# of times I've said "fuck" about above statement: 37 (today)Hours of sleep gotten last night: 3Amount of money in my bank account: $9.13# of people currently residing in Ohio whom I'm missing more than life:

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As I sit here wallowing in my own self-pity at being alone on Thanksgiving (which, in case you were wondering, sucks more than a drunk cheerlearder. and that's a lot of cock), I've started to think of all the things that I really am thankful for, such as:David Hyde Pierce (goes without saying)Harry Potter (again, goes without saying)my cats allthe SFA theatre putas (and non-putas as well) whom I

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[please note that I will never again be this mushy. I promise. Entries of restaurant woe and theatre-related adventures (complete with naked cartwheels) will resume shortly]Everyone needs to find a person who makes them forget about Harry Potter.Who will watch It's A Wonderful Life with you and drink hot chocolate, bake cookies, and later open up a bottle of wine.A person who makes you sad to

Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-1131280889801977732005-11-06T06:06:00.000-06:002005-11-06T13:45:50.856-06:00

I am drunk. DRUNK! SOOOO FUCKING DRUNK!!! (please note that when I started planning this entry in my head, I had no intention of using so many exclamation points, or caps. or telling anyone that I plan entries ahead of time)And the best part is: no one knows! It's like a little secret. I'm just sort of sitting back, looking around with the knowledge that I, the straight-laced milquetoast homebody

Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-1130653546290253422005-10-30T01:23:00.000-06:002005-10-30T01:25:46.306-05:00

Is it strange that I sometimes like the smell of alcohol on people?

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I hate making character choices only to find out that they're wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but not exactly right. I'm being given direction and I know exactly what he means - I feel like I've been doing it all along, but apparently it isn't reading. That's what is frustrating: that I've been doing the things he says, but I can't communicate it well enough.Let me just say that it's the worst

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Today brought the end of something great, and the return to something just as good, if not better. Thank you for filling my void. At least you don't have to get me that lingerie, now.

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Haven't been here in quite a while. And for those of you who don't really care: screw you.No, screw you.Rehearsals for The Tempest are going well, but the tryranny and exacting acuteness of Dr. Booze has me mourning the loss of my artistic freedom and feeling incredibly tired. The grandeur of this production (or at least the concept for it) have me very wary of our ability to produce it in only

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In the past 4 days without electricity I have: accumulated a gastly amount of leg hair (which was forced to be put on display because of the scorching temperatures), eaten 6 meals composed entirely of Little Debbie's snack cakes, dumped an ungodly amount of groceries in the dumpster, cleaned cat pee out of far too many things (this really has nothing to do with not having electricity), shacked up

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This hurricane was fucking lame.First, I should probably express my thanks for Rita deciding to take a northward swing, thereby avoiding my family's house and leaving it perfectly intact. Yeah, everyone is safe and healthy, blah blah fucking blah.However.I am thoroughly pissed about the fact that this dumb hurricane decided to come straight for my town (which my family had evacuated to) and

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So apparently Katrina and Rita have this whole tag-team thing going on. My family had to evacuate their town and they're staying with me in my apt., but now that the storm is turning north, we're not going to be any better off, really. My dad had to stay back home because he's a police officer, which leads me to believe (with a shudder) my parents almost definitely had sex last night.By current

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Seeing babies makes me want to punch babies.At my restaurant, we don't get too many little kids. When we do, the parents have a habit of letting them run fuck wild throughout the restaurant while Mom and Dad have their quiet time (obviously very sexually frustrated because their goddamn kids take up all their free time), expecting the hostess or waiters to babysit. Adding insult to injury, when

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Cast list up. Am Ariel in The Tempest. I'll admit that I didn't think I had a chance in hell of getting it, but I'm uber excited. All that sleeping with the director finally paid off. I see tribal songs, and voodoo rituals in my near future...

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There's nothing worse than when your roommate is the stage manager for the show you just auditioned for, and she tells you not to come in her room because she's typing up the cast list. Fuck me.The leading cause of death among actors is impatience.

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Callbacks. Did some tribal dancing, fucked around with a mask/puppet, sang a hastily prepared song, was told to be more like a woman, waited (a LOT), and am still waiting.There's something about standing in line outside a door waiting for your name to be called that maked me want to punch a baby.Cast lists up tonight and tommorow. Fingers crossed. God, I fucking hate this part. I'm about to pull

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Auditions. There are sometimes that you're screaming at yourself on the inside, "you fuckass, you shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a stage" and other when you think "hell fuckin yeah, that was great." It's that A Chorus Line I think I got it/I really blew it dichotomy.Callbacks tommorw. Hopefully I'll be reading for an impish sprite, or a Polish director.

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When you walk into a room wearing a numb expression and utter, "my father shot and killed a woman last night" it is normally best to preface that statement with "my dad is a police officer."My dad is a police officer. He shot and killed a woman last night.Quick summary: woman robbed a convenience store at gunpoint, stole a car, cops see her speeding, high speed chase, fled to apartment complex,

Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-1124387424673868162005-08-18T12:20:00.000-05:002005-08-18T12:50:24.696-05:00

I've come to the realization that most of the people who read this don't actually know me. While this is midly disconcerting, there is something to be said for the lack of bias from the anonymous (reader). I mean really, I can write about how I killed a crack whore, and people will think it's funny, but they have no idea that I really killed a crack whore.Also interesting: that I've come to be

Spark of Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03256191556115654291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5840534.post-1124298059727591102005-08-17T11:58:00.000-05:002005-08-18T12:17:54.346-05:00

Red and I ordered the internet for our apartment, and after sleeping with the installation guy and using a modem in a very peculair fashion, we were able to get it for free. *Now I can look at porn anytime I want.*This is a lie. We also did things with a router.

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Fingerprints on a window grate on my nerves like an endangered panda who won't screw to save its species.Everyday I stand there and stare at the double doors. For hours. Everything else is a blur; no customers, no food, no waiters, just the window. All I remember is how many times I cleaned them, and what damned son of a bitch smeared them with their slimy, greasy fingerprints.I am a window

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In T-minus 41 minutes, it will be my 20th birthday.I've considered many ways in which to best spend my day, ranging from the NDC-inspired get shitfaced starting at midnight, watch everyone else get shitfaced while I stare and laugh, going bowling, getting a hooker, invading Nepal, etc. What I'll probably end up doing: when I get home from work (yes, work, but I'm getting free cake) collapsing on

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