So, this one's long-winded, but you never know if I'll remember to write again.
So I suck, sorry guys, it took me several months to warm up to the idea of this live journal thingy. Point is, I'm in West by god Virginia and I miss everyone except these freakin' people which is why I'm home, alone drinking by myself and using the computer for something other than typing proplists. Its not that I don't like the people I work with. I love them all to death, I just want to kill them right now. Given the hours we've worked since I got here, its no wonder that I want to get up in the morning and not see them. Anyone else would do right now, even the scary scary locals at the halfway house across the street.
It goes kinda like this....
Before I move here, I make arrangements for five of us to live in a nice, big house. The landlord seems kinda cool over the phone, but lo and behold, when I'm hours from Beckley my roomate, Liz, calls to tell me there's something wrong with the house and we can't move in yet. I get here and meet my roomates, Karen and Liz as well as Phil, Sky, Gustavo, Rupe and Alex and we get drunk at Phil & Goose's cause we're homeless and it seems like the proper thing to do. Goose gets me all riled up and I decide we're going to break in to my house. So, we drive over there (bad idea) and he and I scale the porch (really funny to watch, I'm sure) shimmy through a cracked window (easier for him... fucking cubans and their lack of hips)and this is the part of the story where I go immediatly in to shock. Now, think back to the movie, Seven. Recall the killer's apartment. Multiply the amount of shit in there by about 4 and you get the idea of what I saw. There wasn't room for the crap from my car, let alone Karen and Liz and in a week Justin and Rich were going to show up with a trailer of stuff. Yeah...Right. So, now we're REALLY homeless, so the next day, LouAnn from the office finds us 2 two-bedroom apartments so, after all the planning ahead I end up sharing a bedroom with a sex-starved lesbian who has since gotten over her crush on me, a landlord who speaks only to my breasts and a halfway house 10 steps from my door. Life is good.
I've just started work on my 4th show of the summer, unfortunatley its the same director from Annie, the show we just opened, who added about 50 props in the last two weeks before tech week and subsequently caused me to spend 5 days at the park sleeping in the propshop by myself because my 19yr old assistant/other roomate would rather go home to listen to britney Spears and watch hilary duff movies while painting her toenails pink and applying self tanner rather than get the show finished. But I'm not bitter.
Damn, I bitch a lot and I'm actually having fun, I'm just pissed right now.
I asked to join the marionette tour in the Fall, but they'd offered it to my friend, Robbie the day before and I talked to him today and I think he's going to take it. That really sucks cause my car won't make it back, so come August 24th I'm going to be homeless and jobless with no real options. I need another beer, hold on.
Better. So, this is pretty much my pitty party and you guy are my guests. So, Welcome,Come on in and have a drink, it makes you feel better.
Anyway, I think my roomate just read all this shit about her cause I was on the phone with Boo, so I'm going to go. bye.
Sarah
It goes kinda like this....
Before I move here, I make arrangements for five of us to live in a nice, big house. The landlord seems kinda cool over the phone, but lo and behold, when I'm hours from Beckley my roomate, Liz, calls to tell me there's something wrong with the house and we can't move in yet. I get here and meet my roomates, Karen and Liz as well as Phil, Sky, Gustavo, Rupe and Alex and we get drunk at Phil & Goose's cause we're homeless and it seems like the proper thing to do. Goose gets me all riled up and I decide we're going to break in to my house. So, we drive over there (bad idea) and he and I scale the porch (really funny to watch, I'm sure) shimmy through a cracked window (easier for him... fucking cubans and their lack of hips)and this is the part of the story where I go immediatly in to shock. Now, think back to the movie, Seven. Recall the killer's apartment. Multiply the amount of shit in there by about 4 and you get the idea of what I saw. There wasn't room for the crap from my car, let alone Karen and Liz and in a week Justin and Rich were going to show up with a trailer of stuff. Yeah...Right. So, now we're REALLY homeless, so the next day, LouAnn from the office finds us 2 two-bedroom apartments so, after all the planning ahead I end up sharing a bedroom with a sex-starved lesbian who has since gotten over her crush on me, a landlord who speaks only to my breasts and a halfway house 10 steps from my door. Life is good.
I've just started work on my 4th show of the summer, unfortunatley its the same director from Annie, the show we just opened, who added about 50 props in the last two weeks before tech week and subsequently caused me to spend 5 days at the park sleeping in the propshop by myself because my 19yr old assistant/other roomate would rather go home to listen to britney Spears and watch hilary duff movies while painting her toenails pink and applying self tanner rather than get the show finished. But I'm not bitter.
Damn, I bitch a lot and I'm actually having fun, I'm just pissed right now.
I asked to join the marionette tour in the Fall, but they'd offered it to my friend, Robbie the day before and I talked to him today and I think he's going to take it. That really sucks cause my car won't make it back, so come August 24th I'm going to be homeless and jobless with no real options. I need another beer, hold on.
Better. So, this is pretty much my pitty party and you guy are my guests. So, Welcome,Come on in and have a drink, it makes you feel better.
Anyway, I think my roomate just read all this shit about her cause I was on the phone with Boo, so I'm going to go. bye.
Sarah