Smiles!? For Shock!
I have become a big befuddled by what appears to be a growing trend on Livejournal. Normally, I let trends be as they are, and if they choose to affect me, so be it. However, the two most recent posts on my friends page follow this theme. And for that matter, they were posted exactly one minute apart.
That theme is "I haven't been posting, because things have been good."
This got me thinking about a few things. "Is the reason I've hardly posted in a while because things are going well?" "Are online journals strictly for complaining, and pleasantries are just time-wasters that no one wants to read?" "It must be early in the morning for me to be thinking so deeply about Livejournal."
The latter thought being entirely true, it is also too early for my brain to come to a conclusion. So instead, I will post on my life and it will be up to you all to decide if things are good.
First things first, I got the damn letter from the damn School of Theater, and, joy of joys, I got accepted to the damn School of Theater. It feels good to have at least the next 3 years of ones life set. Especially when you're an actor.
Secondly, I am still signed up with that temp agency (though they haven't called in a while, I should still make sure I exist to them), but pretty much strictly for the up-coming role-playing gig. My primary form of employment is at Potbelly's Sandwich Works. Seriously, why didn't I go to Potbelly's back in high school? It's a fabulous place to work and I've always loved their sandwiches. Slash I've been there a week, and I'm already working about 30 hours/week.
I have not been writing. Lack of energy, time, motivation, I don't know. I need to get on that. I want to finish that damn play. And the fact is, there's still a lot of play left to be written. When you've only written scenes and ten-minute plays, you never appreciate how long it takes to write something 90 minutes long. And don't be a smart-ass and say "9 times longer than a ten-minute play," because then I will be forced to write you into my play and then kill your character. What a threat.
I need to clean and do laundry. Oh, how behind I am on those two things. In fact, I want to get laundry done today.
Ooh, today. Today is going to be a good day, it looks like. It's a fine day outside and all that. This afternoon, Maddie and I are going down to Bethesda to see some sort of independent movie for smart filmgoers (we can't decide between "An Inconvenient Truth" and "Wordplay." And then tonight is the event I've been looking forward to since before leaving Athens: Old Board/Older Board/New Board dinner. Which means going to Silver Diner with something like 9 big-name drama people.
Ah, yes. I went to court last week. It was lame. I was just there to restate what I had already said. Albeit, so was the plaintiff, but he couldn't actually do that. He was so bad, I seriously had to restrain myself from laughing every time my lawyer shoved the guy's bullshit back down his throat.
That is all, ladies and people. If you'd like to reach me, you should know the number. Or come by Potbelly's sometime and have me make you a sandwich.
EDIT:
I'd just like the world to know that I'm one bad-ass, mother-fucking shit-kicking riot grrrrrrl. I am abso-fucking-serious. I actually just came here to add that and change my music.
That theme is "I haven't been posting, because things have been good."
This got me thinking about a few things. "Is the reason I've hardly posted in a while because things are going well?" "Are online journals strictly for complaining, and pleasantries are just time-wasters that no one wants to read?" "It must be early in the morning for me to be thinking so deeply about Livejournal."
The latter thought being entirely true, it is also too early for my brain to come to a conclusion. So instead, I will post on my life and it will be up to you all to decide if things are good.
First things first, I got the damn letter from the damn School of Theater, and, joy of joys, I got accepted to the damn School of Theater. It feels good to have at least the next 3 years of ones life set. Especially when you're an actor.
Secondly, I am still signed up with that temp agency (though they haven't called in a while, I should still make sure I exist to them), but pretty much strictly for the up-coming role-playing gig. My primary form of employment is at Potbelly's Sandwich Works. Seriously, why didn't I go to Potbelly's back in high school? It's a fabulous place to work and I've always loved their sandwiches. Slash I've been there a week, and I'm already working about 30 hours/week.
I have not been writing. Lack of energy, time, motivation, I don't know. I need to get on that. I want to finish that damn play. And the fact is, there's still a lot of play left to be written. When you've only written scenes and ten-minute plays, you never appreciate how long it takes to write something 90 minutes long. And don't be a smart-ass and say "9 times longer than a ten-minute play," because then I will be forced to write you into my play and then kill your character. What a threat.
I need to clean and do laundry. Oh, how behind I am on those two things. In fact, I want to get laundry done today.
Ooh, today. Today is going to be a good day, it looks like. It's a fine day outside and all that. This afternoon, Maddie and I are going down to Bethesda to see some sort of independent movie for smart filmgoers (we can't decide between "An Inconvenient Truth" and "Wordplay." And then tonight is the event I've been looking forward to since before leaving Athens: Old Board/Older Board/New Board dinner. Which means going to Silver Diner with something like 9 big-name drama people.
Ah, yes. I went to court last week. It was lame. I was just there to restate what I had already said. Albeit, so was the plaintiff, but he couldn't actually do that. He was so bad, I seriously had to restrain myself from laughing every time my lawyer shoved the guy's bullshit back down his throat.
That is all, ladies and people. If you'd like to reach me, you should know the number. Or come by Potbelly's sometime and have me make you a sandwich.
EDIT:
I'd just like the world to know that I'm one bad-ass, mother-fucking shit-kicking riot grrrrrrl. I am abso-fucking-serious. I actually just came here to add that and change my music.