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Some people assume they have until midnight to seek redemption. But then they've heard the whole eleventh hour adage so they give themselves until 10. Well, this particular end came and went and it's just now 9 o'clock.
Enjoyed myself tremendously with Radio City. I met a lot of amazing and talented people who seem to completely disavow any knowledge of such ability; rather, they content themselves with creating and enjoying. It was woefully refreshing. They're all on their way to Orlando in the morning and though I'm going to be there to help them with load out at 6 a.m., I'll have to wave my final goodbye's then as well. I'm hoping that I showed enough competence to possible secure a job with them next year. We shall see and all that! I'm even going to miss the Fox stage crew. Nicest people ever. Nicer than most of the Rockette's. I'd come in, they'd greet me by name and seemed genuinely happy to see me.
My two "Clara's" have taken to leaving harassing voicemails on my various phones. Brilliant songs. I'm currently covered in glitter. I'm going to miss them. They actually got me all sorts of little gifts. The movie Anastasia as from almost day one they referred to me as Demetri. I think we have the same haircut and that's about it. Got some really swank clear playing cards and a ton of candy. A Starbucks gift card. And lots of glitter. *sigh* I feel silly for saying it, but I really do want kids. Must be getting old...
I have so much to get done before tomorrow afternoon and I'm not quite sure how it's all going to happen. Important stuff. Stuff that could make or break me on a lot of things if it doesn't get done. Ambiguous? Vague? You betcha. Why? Because I'm not really sure what all has to be done or exactly how bad it will be if it doesn't happen. So I'm just going to start working.
I'll be heading to Chattanooga probably somewhere around the 19th so if we haven't hung out in a while, you should harass me. Only one Kidstuf show this month (the 11th) and I'm not sure if I'm going to be doing much else workwise so there's little excuse! There's also the slim chance that Nick snaps and tries to kill someone in which case they might call me in to Orlando. That'd be pretty darn "fierce" as the saying goes around here. They also do this weird mouth popping sound that I'm simply to inept too emulate. So with that, I work.
Enjoyed myself tremendously with Radio City. I met a lot of amazing and talented people who seem to completely disavow any knowledge of such ability; rather, they content themselves with creating and enjoying. It was woefully refreshing. They're all on their way to Orlando in the morning and though I'm going to be there to help them with load out at 6 a.m., I'll have to wave my final goodbye's then as well. I'm hoping that I showed enough competence to possible secure a job with them next year. We shall see and all that! I'm even going to miss the Fox stage crew. Nicest people ever. Nicer than most of the Rockette's. I'd come in, they'd greet me by name and seemed genuinely happy to see me.
My two "Clara's" have taken to leaving harassing voicemails on my various phones. Brilliant songs. I'm currently covered in glitter. I'm going to miss them. They actually got me all sorts of little gifts. The movie Anastasia as from almost day one they referred to me as Demetri. I think we have the same haircut and that's about it. Got some really swank clear playing cards and a ton of candy. A Starbucks gift card. And lots of glitter. *sigh* I feel silly for saying it, but I really do want kids. Must be getting old...
I have so much to get done before tomorrow afternoon and I'm not quite sure how it's all going to happen. Important stuff. Stuff that could make or break me on a lot of things if it doesn't get done. Ambiguous? Vague? You betcha. Why? Because I'm not really sure what all has to be done or exactly how bad it will be if it doesn't happen. So I'm just going to start working.
I'll be heading to Chattanooga probably somewhere around the 19th so if we haven't hung out in a while, you should harass me. Only one Kidstuf show this month (the 11th) and I'm not sure if I'm going to be doing much else workwise so there's little excuse! There's also the slim chance that Nick snaps and tries to kill someone in which case they might call me in to Orlando. That'd be pretty darn "fierce" as the saying goes around here. They also do this weird mouth popping sound that I'm simply to inept too emulate. So with that, I work.