sick-ish
Dear Computer life,
well the sun is out, the palm trees have lights on them, and santa in vacationing in Hawaii. the winters in LA are a cheep way to feel "just that more holiday-ish". people pretending it's cold outside, wearing those heinous Uggs (with mini skirts mind you). gloves when it's unnecessary, scarves made of no warming material, bla bla bla. it just goes right in with the "LA is FAKE" notion. when i am in a season, i want that season! i want the glory of all of it's rainy days, overcast skies, coats, ear muffs, hot tea, tomato soup or death! just because the winds have picked up by .3 MPHs, doesnt make it a new season down here.
it snowed in Kelso the other day, but didnt stick. it was sunny here the other day, and unfortunately did stick.
i guess i love the excuse of feeling melancholy, rather than lonely, or feeling pensive rather then depressed.
i should go to the beach more. i freaking live by it. but i hate getting sand in my shoe, and when i take off my flip flops i'm secretly scared of stepping on a syringe or broken glass, that it's not worth it. maybe i'll go for a sunset. that's it. wednesday i'll go to the beach for the sunset. alone. with a blanket (hopefully i dont get raped). having my only alone time be in the shower, i'm really feeling the uncontrollable desire to be alone more and more. maybe it's because the older i get, the closer i get to being married, and never being alone. i should be in a cabin in the woods, for like a month. i'll write a novel and a screenplay and come back all refreshed, happy, and ready to live my dreams out loud. that's what i need. a little cabin in the woods. (little man by the window stood, saw a rabbit hopping by, knocking at his door. help me help me the rabbit said, or the hunter will soo t me dead, come inside and stay with me, happy we shall be).
that could be a monologue. what i should do is write a monologue book. little snippets of my crazy stream of consciousness brain. they can be "the crazy girl monologues". the ones where people see them and go "what i nut job! such a good character monologue! no one is that crazy!" yah.... i'll do it. a monologues book. AKA the true life of Laura Crow. then i should memorize one of my own and use it as the perfect audition monologue. it doesnt really have to be from a play, and if it was any good, it would be noticeable which play it was from, then they would have seen it 10000 times. so try and be unique and get a great moneologue from a un-heard-of-play. well if anything is work citing, it IS a good play and like evrything good and meaningful, it will be discovered by the masses and quickly ruined. so i'll use one of my own monologues and just say it's from some play i saw at a fringe festival. (the fringe festival of a 22 year old girl who has not fulfilled ANY of her life plans). sweet.
i have it all figured out now, so i'm going to pick up my dry cleaning now, and go to my corporate job, to serve corporate prim ribs to corporate people, and live off of their corporate dollars they give me for bringing them re-fills on their corporate ice teas.
yes.
well the sun is out, the palm trees have lights on them, and santa in vacationing in Hawaii. the winters in LA are a cheep way to feel "just that more holiday-ish". people pretending it's cold outside, wearing those heinous Uggs (with mini skirts mind you). gloves when it's unnecessary, scarves made of no warming material, bla bla bla. it just goes right in with the "LA is FAKE" notion. when i am in a season, i want that season! i want the glory of all of it's rainy days, overcast skies, coats, ear muffs, hot tea, tomato soup or death! just because the winds have picked up by .3 MPHs, doesnt make it a new season down here.
it snowed in Kelso the other day, but didnt stick. it was sunny here the other day, and unfortunately did stick.
i guess i love the excuse of feeling melancholy, rather than lonely, or feeling pensive rather then depressed.
i should go to the beach more. i freaking live by it. but i hate getting sand in my shoe, and when i take off my flip flops i'm secretly scared of stepping on a syringe or broken glass, that it's not worth it. maybe i'll go for a sunset. that's it. wednesday i'll go to the beach for the sunset. alone. with a blanket (hopefully i dont get raped). having my only alone time be in the shower, i'm really feeling the uncontrollable desire to be alone more and more. maybe it's because the older i get, the closer i get to being married, and never being alone. i should be in a cabin in the woods, for like a month. i'll write a novel and a screenplay and come back all refreshed, happy, and ready to live my dreams out loud. that's what i need. a little cabin in the woods. (little man by the window stood, saw a rabbit hopping by, knocking at his door. help me help me the rabbit said, or the hunter will soo t me dead, come inside and stay with me, happy we shall be).
that could be a monologue. what i should do is write a monologue book. little snippets of my crazy stream of consciousness brain. they can be "the crazy girl monologues". the ones where people see them and go "what i nut job! such a good character monologue! no one is that crazy!" yah.... i'll do it. a monologues book. AKA the true life of Laura Crow. then i should memorize one of my own and use it as the perfect audition monologue. it doesnt really have to be from a play, and if it was any good, it would be noticeable which play it was from, then they would have seen it 10000 times. so try and be unique and get a great moneologue from a un-heard-of-play. well if anything is work citing, it IS a good play and like evrything good and meaningful, it will be discovered by the masses and quickly ruined. so i'll use one of my own monologues and just say it's from some play i saw at a fringe festival. (the fringe festival of a 22 year old girl who has not fulfilled ANY of her life plans). sweet.
i have it all figured out now, so i'm going to pick up my dry cleaning now, and go to my corporate job, to serve corporate prim ribs to corporate people, and live off of their corporate dollars they give me for bringing them re-fills on their corporate ice teas.
yes.