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PRETEND THERE'S A LJ CUT HERE, BECAUSE IT ISN'T WORKING TONIGHT.
a whole bunhc of nothing about summer jobs
i went on an audition search today and all i found was this really cool, brand new show based in manhattan in the 1920's. some really new theatre company was doing it, and it was no-pay, but they had a part for a 14 year-old girl that would have been perfect for me UGH. but my mommy didn't like that there was sex and beer and jazz. and cocaine and lesbians and gays and strippers and playboys and crossdressers and other stuff i've forgotten by now. Ummm so yea, i'm definately back to NOT doing a show this summer.
I found this interning job at this arts and technology museum in sf, it pays $7.75 an hour which is a ridiculous amount for how much work i'd have to do, but it'd have been worth it. But you work 4 days a week for a few hours a dya during summer, and a few hours one or two days on weekends. And all you do is little activities with kids, but cool ones like making claymation movies and music videos. And you can get training in a bunch of arts and design and technology stuff, it would have been fantastic. It also would have involved me living in sf for half of my summer, and not having a life at all. And my parents didn't want to drive me.
So unless i can get a job at coldstones (i'm really excited for the interveiw..they make you perform at the end of it, since you have to sing if someone tips you) i'm doing nothing this summer. And i'm really not thrilled at working in an ice cream place, with an ugly little uniform in the middle of the mall where everyone in the world will see me...but it'd get me money.
Camp is SO in the way of everything else, i can't do anything exciting this summer. But it'll be worth it.LJ CUT TOTALLY ENDS RIGHT HERE.
AND
today i went to school for 45 minutes and felt miserable and looked more miserable then i have in forever. then i went home at 7:45, fell asleep until 10:15, went to the doctor, who told me a whole lot of nothing. literally, he looked at my back, and said "oh," and, "well, i suppose i can recommend you to a physical therapist", and that was it. but i was amused at his little info sheet hanging on the wall since
a) it looked like he had his tongue sticking out, but if you looked closer you could tell it was just because be had a funny chin;
b) his interests included something about eating and gardens and a dog and broken swedish;
c) i forget what else, but at the time those first two things seemed really funny
then i got home at maybe 11:30, slept until 2:00, made some lunch and went to the chiropractor, who worked a whole lot of back magic, seriously.
and then i got home at 5:00 maybe, and hung around the rest of the day.
so to make a long story short, i no longer feel like i'm 90 (actually i do, but not as bad), and i have an excuse to not do swimming in pe.
and i've been prescribed crunches as a physical therapy exercise, which i laughed at. but i probably won't do, because i'm into passive self-destruction.
..that's what i oughta call laziness from now on.
i definately am not clever.
FIN.
a whole bunhc of nothing about summer jobs
i went on an audition search today and all i found was this really cool, brand new show based in manhattan in the 1920's. some really new theatre company was doing it, and it was no-pay, but they had a part for a 14 year-old girl that would have been perfect for me UGH. but my mommy didn't like that there was sex and beer and jazz. and cocaine and lesbians and gays and strippers and playboys and crossdressers and other stuff i've forgotten by now. Ummm so yea, i'm definately back to NOT doing a show this summer.
I found this interning job at this arts and technology museum in sf, it pays $7.75 an hour which is a ridiculous amount for how much work i'd have to do, but it'd have been worth it. But you work 4 days a week for a few hours a dya during summer, and a few hours one or two days on weekends. And all you do is little activities with kids, but cool ones like making claymation movies and music videos. And you can get training in a bunch of arts and design and technology stuff, it would have been fantastic. It also would have involved me living in sf for half of my summer, and not having a life at all. And my parents didn't want to drive me.
So unless i can get a job at coldstones (i'm really excited for the interveiw..they make you perform at the end of it, since you have to sing if someone tips you) i'm doing nothing this summer. And i'm really not thrilled at working in an ice cream place, with an ugly little uniform in the middle of the mall where everyone in the world will see me...but it'd get me money.
Camp is SO in the way of everything else, i can't do anything exciting this summer. But it'll be worth it.LJ CUT TOTALLY ENDS RIGHT HERE.
AND
today i went to school for 45 minutes and felt miserable and looked more miserable then i have in forever. then i went home at 7:45, fell asleep until 10:15, went to the doctor, who told me a whole lot of nothing. literally, he looked at my back, and said "oh," and, "well, i suppose i can recommend you to a physical therapist", and that was it. but i was amused at his little info sheet hanging on the wall since
a) it looked like he had his tongue sticking out, but if you looked closer you could tell it was just because be had a funny chin;
b) his interests included something about eating and gardens and a dog and broken swedish;
c) i forget what else, but at the time those first two things seemed really funny
then i got home at maybe 11:30, slept until 2:00, made some lunch and went to the chiropractor, who worked a whole lot of back magic, seriously.
and then i got home at 5:00 maybe, and hung around the rest of the day.
so to make a long story short, i no longer feel like i'm 90 (actually i do, but not as bad), and i have an excuse to not do swimming in pe.
and i've been prescribed crunches as a physical therapy exercise, which i laughed at. but i probably won't do, because i'm into passive self-destruction.
..that's what i oughta call laziness from now on.
i definately am not clever.
FIN.