well well
So after a five year hiatus, I figure it’s about time to start one of these up again. I am shocked and disappointed in your life if you take the time to read it, but thanks. Most likely very few will, but you never know when a big movie exec will decided my life would make the perfect feature film. Or lifetime movie. I struggled in choosing a suitable profile picture, I was looking for something more bloggy than facebook. I figure save the attractive pictures for fb. So it was between me as french maid Yvette from Clue holding a handgun looking menacing, my attractive lower back tattoo which advertises that I am “foxy”, or me as Jessie from Team Rocket during Karaoke Night Jr yr. I went with the latter because it makes me culturally ironic.
In reality I am not, and in fact have limited Pokemon knowledge. That was always Beth’s (das twin) thing. I think for our tenth birthday she got a Game Boy Color and Pokemon Blue. I asked for diamond earrings. Fairly typical. I only agreed to do the Jessie thing because it sounded like fun, and I wanted to skip dance class that night. Casey and I broke into the Karaoke Night maniacally laughing and demanding that they “stop the music!” and proceed onstage to do the whole “to protect the world from devastation…” etc thing. I clearly fucked up and forgot the words we had been practicing for hours. However, in the video it just appears that I take a dramatic pause, and not that Casey is frantically hissing the line in my ear. It’s on youtube. It’s precious.
The thought that is currently going through my head is what my potential stalkers think of me. Maybe it’s a girl thing, but we are really really good at fb stalking boys. So Mr. Right, if you’re reading this right now, call me, Fb message, w/e. Thanks. We’ll get coffee.
Two realizations just hit me. 1) It is one am. 2) I have a worsening Benedryl addiction. I say this because I took two at least an hour ago and am not sleepy. Which means my tolerance is too high. Not that I do it all the time, but still. Irritating.
Obviously I have writing ADD, but honestly, how long can one read on one particular subject. It’s just the problem that one thing I says induces a stream of conscious things I can’t stop. That’s why I love lists so much, I make them for everything, even silly things to keep me occupied in class. Like ” Words that begin with T” Thanks for the education GW.
I assume this will become a small dumping grounds for my emotions, but I doubt I can really reveal too much on this, because Big Brother is watching. Or a least my Twin Sister. Who knows with the interweb, right? I clearly need some sort of venting ground, as the cast of Rocky Horror 09 knows. I almost feel sorry for the cast of Closer 09. Which, by the way, will be cast as soon as we get back to school. So…if you like me enough to read this, like me enough to audition. You’ll get the insiders edition of my blog.
Like I said, my casts tend to get rehersals which are 80% me complaining/venting about my life, 10% innuendos, and 10% of actual learning and rehersing. So, look forward to that.
Actually, I could keep this blog as a kind of dual purpose- me talking and me talking about Closer. That way all the hordes of people who can’t wait to come see it (…) can learn about the process. In that case I won’t be allowed to bitch about any problems though. It’s something to think about.
I’m spent.
In reality I am not, and in fact have limited Pokemon knowledge. That was always Beth’s (das twin) thing. I think for our tenth birthday she got a Game Boy Color and Pokemon Blue. I asked for diamond earrings. Fairly typical. I only agreed to do the Jessie thing because it sounded like fun, and I wanted to skip dance class that night. Casey and I broke into the Karaoke Night maniacally laughing and demanding that they “stop the music!” and proceed onstage to do the whole “to protect the world from devastation…” etc thing. I clearly fucked up and forgot the words we had been practicing for hours. However, in the video it just appears that I take a dramatic pause, and not that Casey is frantically hissing the line in my ear. It’s on youtube. It’s precious.
The thought that is currently going through my head is what my potential stalkers think of me. Maybe it’s a girl thing, but we are really really good at fb stalking boys. So Mr. Right, if you’re reading this right now, call me, Fb message, w/e. Thanks. We’ll get coffee.
Two realizations just hit me. 1) It is one am. 2) I have a worsening Benedryl addiction. I say this because I took two at least an hour ago and am not sleepy. Which means my tolerance is too high. Not that I do it all the time, but still. Irritating.
Obviously I have writing ADD, but honestly, how long can one read on one particular subject. It’s just the problem that one thing I says induces a stream of conscious things I can’t stop. That’s why I love lists so much, I make them for everything, even silly things to keep me occupied in class. Like ” Words that begin with T” Thanks for the education GW.
I assume this will become a small dumping grounds for my emotions, but I doubt I can really reveal too much on this, because Big Brother is watching. Or a least my Twin Sister. Who knows with the interweb, right? I clearly need some sort of venting ground, as the cast of Rocky Horror 09 knows. I almost feel sorry for the cast of Closer 09. Which, by the way, will be cast as soon as we get back to school. So…if you like me enough to read this, like me enough to audition. You’ll get the insiders edition of my blog.
Like I said, my casts tend to get rehersals which are 80% me complaining/venting about my life, 10% innuendos, and 10% of actual learning and rehersing. So, look forward to that.
Actually, I could keep this blog as a kind of dual purpose- me talking and me talking about Closer. That way all the hordes of people who can’t wait to come see it (…) can learn about the process. In that case I won’t be allowed to bitch about any problems though. It’s something to think about.
I’m spent.
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