Wow. I guess with three blogs you have to update them all if you update one.
I have been here living with my "boyfriend" for a while! Soon I'll be getting my georgia license, then I'll be a college student then I'll be married then I'll be a teacher! See? It's all in the plan.
Oh except needing money for my wisdom teeth and getting those strange bumps checked out... oh and needing to get an eye exam and new glasses. Oh and waiting over two months for my landlord to finish the kitchen I'm over paying for.
I think we'd be happier if we moved out.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Update- Huge update.
Upon moving out of town, I quit college. And I didn't have any plan other than get some money, get back into school. I got to Altanta and I got jobs here and there but didn't save any money up.
I met a boyfriend who I moved in with Jan 1st 09, and we had our 6 months march 16 09.
Happy times these might be, I am faced with this blog that gives me a real timeline of my theatre experience. I started out loving it so much I was dreaming of it. And steadily my tone becomes more and more bitter and pushed out and frustrated.
Also I realized that my struggle with loving theatre over writing was a just thought, and a thought I freely accept now. And I'm happy that it only took me a few years to figure out what the one thing I could do with my life is. Like its always been there but never slapped me in the face until I had to think about it seriously for a long time, and review my feelings.
Reading from blog one to most recent makes me realize how much of a passion I had for my work in theatre, and how much I complained about it at the same time. But if that had all been work in writing, I wouldn't be here with a wonderful boyfriend.
Now that the rest of my life's together, I know I can learn to dedicate myself to a quest for a degree. This time, in writing. I know I'm happy with myself and how my life's going when I look into what I had and have done.
Thank goddess for blogs and diaries.
I met a boyfriend who I moved in with Jan 1st 09, and we had our 6 months march 16 09.
Happy times these might be, I am faced with this blog that gives me a real timeline of my theatre experience. I started out loving it so much I was dreaming of it. And steadily my tone becomes more and more bitter and pushed out and frustrated.
Also I realized that my struggle with loving theatre over writing was a just thought, and a thought I freely accept now. And I'm happy that it only took me a few years to figure out what the one thing I could do with my life is. Like its always been there but never slapped me in the face until I had to think about it seriously for a long time, and review my feelings.
Reading from blog one to most recent makes me realize how much of a passion I had for my work in theatre, and how much I complained about it at the same time. But if that had all been work in writing, I wouldn't be here with a wonderful boyfriend.
Now that the rest of my life's together, I know I can learn to dedicate myself to a quest for a degree. This time, in writing. I know I'm happy with myself and how my life's going when I look into what I had and have done.
Thank goddess for blogs and diaries.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Very tired of this town.
Moving to get closer to some wisdom.
Want some heat.
Hoping to break into theatre again
when I may.
Want some heat.
Hoping to break into theatre again
when I may.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
See blog below for details.
I'm thinking about changing to a music, art, anthropology, or english major.
Right now....
Anything but theatre (see blog below for details.)
Right now....
Anything but theatre (see blog below for details.)
Depth of fecal matter.
I've never had so much responsibility thrown at me at the latest last second before. I handled it fine, but now I've become a pawn of the theatre department. Friends mock me for it, I hate myself for it. They use me for it. Theatre people always say that theatre sucks you in, and I find that true. But they should occasionally stop after saying "theatre sucks..." Sometimes, it does. Sometimes, you wish you were at home painting or singing or sewing or anything but running a god damn board full of sliders for 3 hours of each night that week. Missed opportunities, late arrivals, new friends, solid experience. How shall I describe this mess?
No one will lend an ear to my rants or pleas. Everyone too busy to help me to understand Never being able to get close to that one friend, who you just wish you would have seen once more, or sat closer to, or hugged twice, before the storm brews in the theatrical pot we've been poured into.
A key was placed into our sides, and they twist it-- for fun. Their own amusment. They think its harmless, but toying with people's lives and relationships and causing dramatic episodes where they needn't be, is not what I would call harmless.
One more month. And what do I have to show for it. What will be there when new classes start? A new friend? or foe... An advisor, or advisary... True, a few flames have been lit and will remain burning for a longer time than others, but which will prevail.
I know this is either boring or makes no sense. Who cares.
To someone, it might mean the world.
No one will lend an ear to my rants or pleas. Everyone too busy to help me to understand Never being able to get close to that one friend, who you just wish you would have seen once more, or sat closer to, or hugged twice, before the storm brews in the theatrical pot we've been poured into.
A key was placed into our sides, and they twist it-- for fun. Their own amusment. They think its harmless, but toying with people's lives and relationships and causing dramatic episodes where they needn't be, is not what I would call harmless.
One more month. And what do I have to show for it. What will be there when new classes start? A new friend? or foe... An advisor, or advisary... True, a few flames have been lit and will remain burning for a longer time than others, but which will prevail.
I know this is either boring or makes no sense. Who cares.
To someone, it might mean the world.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
BratWORST
Sometimes the best stories come from just the down time when you're away from work or school or stage, and your mom makes bratwurst on the grill... and then on the stove, an hour later, ... for an hour... because she cooked them for two hours, and they were still pink.
I don't eat meat, so luckily, I dont have to worry about my mother's whimsical and confusing phantom charcoal and posessed sausage.
(i could hear the bratwurst chime...for hours!)
I don't eat meat, so luckily, I dont have to worry about my mother's whimsical and confusing phantom charcoal and posessed sausage.
(i could hear the bratwurst chime...for hours!)
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Oh, we got trouble.
Yes folks we got lots n lots of trouble.
This years Musical at DHS is Music Man. I swear I didnt beg for it. . . anywho, i was still cast as a low part. zero lines. but thats okay since im doing tech work and lighting desgin and costumes... the real thing im worried about is well i dont think we're going to be ready with good things in time. we might be ready to perform.. but that dosnt mean we'll be ready with our best. We have 3 count em three directors. And they all look up to the seamstress godess mrs. X (not a fake name. ) She has that motherly quality that makes her witchlike and mean and everyone listens to her. Even the directors. They just try to stay on her good side. Im glad im on her far good side. yay!
the problem is that we're jsut not getting things done in rehearsals and tech. tech is .. slow we're painting still and that dosnt include the drop. we're still debating what to put on it. tho i think i talked mrs x into one of my ideas. (mine and the SM's) besides that in rehearsals, we're coming along acting wise but No one Knows these songs but maybe 4 of us out of the whole prduction!
Its so hard to deal with a cast full of people who have no idea what they're saying, have no respect for it and the improper connotations because they dont know their parts, while i sit there, with not one line, even tho i have every single line of everyone else's memorized. It just dosnt seem fair.
Enough ranting and switching from grammar to online-who-cares punctuation. I hope to post again soon about the play .. but i might be busy dying.
This years Musical at DHS is Music Man. I swear I didnt beg for it. . . anywho, i was still cast as a low part. zero lines. but thats okay since im doing tech work and lighting desgin and costumes... the real thing im worried about is well i dont think we're going to be ready with good things in time. we might be ready to perform.. but that dosnt mean we'll be ready with our best. We have 3 count em three directors. And they all look up to the seamstress godess mrs. X (not a fake name. ) She has that motherly quality that makes her witchlike and mean and everyone listens to her. Even the directors. They just try to stay on her good side. Im glad im on her far good side. yay!
the problem is that we're jsut not getting things done in rehearsals and tech. tech is .. slow we're painting still and that dosnt include the drop. we're still debating what to put on it. tho i think i talked mrs x into one of my ideas. (mine and the SM's) besides that in rehearsals, we're coming along acting wise but No one Knows these songs but maybe 4 of us out of the whole prduction!
Its so hard to deal with a cast full of people who have no idea what they're saying, have no respect for it and the improper connotations because they dont know their parts, while i sit there, with not one line, even tho i have every single line of everyone else's memorized. It just dosnt seem fair.
Enough ranting and switching from grammar to online-who-cares punctuation. I hope to post again soon about the play .. but i might be busy dying.
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