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Reading April's post I realized I haven't really updated in like....forever.
I'm a copycat. So sue me. Major events at the moment:
- Parents constantly fighting. Driving me crazy. Seriously considering spending my time in AR at my sister's house, because I'm sick of this shit. Yeah, I know Dad's an alcoholic and when he drinks he can turn into one mean son of a bitch. But, Mom, you're still married to him and he's still my father and QUIT BRINGING ME INTO THE MIDDLE OF THIS SHIT! This whole victim mentality is almost as bad as his drinking. And good, you're going to church. That's good, that's nice. No, I'm not going with you, because that church is filled with a bunch of self-righteous, hypocritical harpies who think I must be a lesbian because I'm nearly 26, single, and haven't had any baaaabbbiiiieeeessss.
- Yes, I'm coming to AR. Sometime around...July 8th or so. Staying for 1-2 weeks, depending on how long I can stand being in the same zip code as my family. Decided to spend my birthday in Lawrence. Sorry, there are better bars here and more people to go out with.
- The Spitfire Grill. Director is a flaming queen. Cast is OMG Awesome!! Seriously, I went out drinking with them Thursday night and had a blast. I'm sad that some of them have already graduated and are leaving this summer. Because, these guys rock. They help me put shit away at the end of the night, they go to their fittings on time, they take me out for drinks....it's awesome. BTW, shows about diners fucking suck. I'm almost ready to tell the director to take all these damn props and shove them up his ass. ASM is uber-flaky and snotty. I told her I'd probably have her as chief props mistress during the run (seriously, we have an INSANE amount of props/set dressing in this show) and she scoffed and said, "well, they'll have a crew person for that." Well, I'm the stage manager so how about you do whatever the fuck I tell you to? How about that?
- Adam. Called me last week, left a message that he thinks I'd get along well with one of his friends, no hard feelings, all that happy shit. A few texts and several rounds of phone tag later....I don't think there ever was a friend, he just wanted an excuse to get back in touch with me. Thursday he finally started sending the "thinking bout you" "guess I miss you" texts. What the fuck ever, man. We were texting last night (hey, I've got unlimited and didn't have anything else to do) and he kept telling me which bars he was going to. Well, that's nice. But until you get up the balls to actually ask me to come out and have a drink I'm staying right here.
- And right here, is at a friend's house. She's an ABD (All But Dissertation) Ph.D. gal writing about minstrel shows, and she's going with her boyfriend (we call him Hottie McDaddy, because, well, he is) to Wyoming on vacation. I'm staying with her Yorkie. Stubborn little brat, but he's finally realized that just because I'm not his 'mom' that he can't push me around. Got here Friday night just in time to lose power for an hour. Then, the next morning, after I got out of the shower, I smelled gas coming from the water heater. Gas company guy didn't find a leak, but did notice that the heater was producing carbon monoxide instead of carbon dioxide, so he shut it down. No hot water, so I have to go back to my house to shower. Landlord is supposed to see about it on Monday.
...And that's it, for now.