the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

Hasselhoff wants credit for tearing down Berlin wall. Seriously.

The US David Brent! Could he BE a more perfect choice?

Getting the bitching out of the way:
I'm in the midst of my fourth 14 hour day in a row. I don't yike this. We have a TBA tomorrow, and then we have to do it all over again next week. I am going to get sick this way. The worst part is I'm still shaky on my lines/entrances/props in certain sections. AND the theater is kept at a toasty 45 degrees. Yay.
All I need one night to vegetate.

Ok. I'm done crying.

Funny, I don't have anything else to say. Huh.

I ordered a samwich from the place that everybody orders from on Wednesdays, but when the order showed up here they had left it out. I was so so hungry, and no turkey samwich. Everybody cried, they were so upset. I got a big bacon samwich from another place. Happiness on a bun, I tell you.

Am I loopy from lack of sleep? Or am I sleepy from a loop of lack?

Ok, tell me I did not just meet someone named "Pete Peterman". Yipe.

It's kind of sad when I think, "Gee, I wonder how that reality show ended, I'll check cnn.com."
It's also kind of sad that whenever I hear the term, "Oscar nod" I picture someone very seriously, with a furrowed brow, holding an oscar statuette and nodding it at someone.

Yesterday, I worked 8 to 5, had acting class until 7:30 and went straight to rehearsal didn't come home until midnight. Shitty. I was a vegetable by the time I got home. Oh, and our costume guy? Hates women. Because my costumes are all torture devices. To wear and to look at. Actually they're probably ok, but I have some rather tight foundation pieces (ie, nylons and a pair of spankys (because my hemlines barely drop below my primary sexual organs*)). I'll save my hatred of high-heels for another post.

When do us grown ups get our snowday? Close the city, man. Just for one day. And do it before I've left for work.



*Welcome, google users!

Lost in Translation! Won! Return of the King! Won! Bill Murray! Won! The Office beat out all that other stuff! Ricky Ger-who? That's right, muthafathahs! Finally, an awards show where the ones that deserve to win, actually win.

semi-funny story: Yesterday I had to catch a bus, and I was 20 cents short, so I had to walk all over downtown looking for a place to get change for my twenty, but absolutely nothing was open, at all, and I couldn't use a twenty on the bus, but they accept subway passes, so I had to put the twenty into the subway pass machine on the street and get $18.50 in change. The funny part is the 18 dollar coins I had in my pocket.

Two people are really hollering at each other i the conference room. I don't think they realize we can hear them. yikes.

I spent three hours and I wrote three pages. I'm as good at writing as I am the violin. And I yet, I don't give up. I'm like Rudy, without the success.

I heart Buzzcocks.

Oh man. I'm so sad I missed that. I love bad tv almost as much as I love good tv.

The rehearsal space got up to 49 degrees last night. So that's ridiculous. I am not doing another january/february show at this theater, ever again. At night, when I get home, the skin on my legs hurts. It's fucking wrong.
The play is in good shape. I, on the other hand, am at defcon fat. It's an emergency.

I miss my Tracey.

I get it now: the president wants to preserve the sanctity of marriage between a woman and a man who got the most call in votes, for money,
for a day and a half.
Two men marrying each other? For love? That's stupid.

Liberal Democrats culture spokesman Don Foster called the programme "reality TV gone mad, reminiscent of the degrading American dance marathons of the Depression".

I'm just going to put that out there.

Hey! Rockin.

I am addicted to celebrity gossip and allergic to answering the phone. Seriously.

I want to be home.
Cozy, cozy home.

Back to learning my lineses.

I went to a baby shower for my cousin yesterday and it was really quite lovely. I love tea and sandwiches and talking to cousins and aunts I never see. Everyone in that corner of the world is frighteningly fertile. One attendee brought her youngest baby, her tenth(!). I don't get it, but I like it. It's funny that all the older ladies I talked to ate their finger sandwiches and didn't stop talking to chew. Endearingly grody, it was.

I like to think of it as adorable that I'm only just now getting into Siouxie and the Banshees and Joy Division.

I think I have a dependency problem on my bf. When he drops me off somewhere I miss him immediately. That can't be good for me.

b'cuz I'm tWeLVe:

the I heart todd mix:

Do you Realize? The Flaming Lips
Center of Gravity Yo La Tengo
Gravity Rides Everything- Modest Mouse
You Can Leave Your Hat On- Tom Jones
Rock n' Roll PII- Gary Glitter
From the Morning- Nick Drake
One of These things First- Nick Drake
Every Little Thing He Does- Shawn Colvin

It's not done yet. I'll update later.

:)

A guy assembled and disassembled a flag pole a few feet in front of my desk today. ( And no, surprisingly, that is not code for anything. It was an actual flagpole.) I'm not ashamed to say it made me a little nervous. It seems like doing that would be bad luck or something. Isn't there an old wives' tale about assembling a flagpole indoors? 'You'll poke your eye out'?

I used to write all the time. What's my problem now? It used to be the only thing I could do well. At least, I thought I could do it well. Now I have absolutely no confidence. I can't even do it for myself anymore. I'm terrible at it. I am in a total creative block. I'm a dusty cough. I can't even end this post in any way that satisfies me.

"So much snow, can you believe it? And it's cold, too?? How did this happen??"
You live in Buffalo. It happens every year, almost at the same time every year. Stop acting all incredulous.


It's actually dangerously cold out there. Negative 20ish. It's so cold they're sending people home early. I think I need to stop at the local grocer's to stock up on snow day cuisine. Beer, salty snacks, cereal, and to wash it all down: trashy, celeb-filled fashion magazines.

My back finally feels better. I love when I feel well again. Whenever I get over being sick or hurt, I spend at least an hour feeling better than I did before I was sick or hurt. Like, way better than I have a right to feel. That's when I laugh really hard at everything and make up jokes and dance around the apartment to "rock your body" by my boy JT (He has beatboxed his way into my heart.). Some may say "manic", I prefer to all it "joyous". He wants me naked by the end of the song. Okey Dokey! (by the way, I stopped liking that song immediately after said dance.)

Would you read a short story set in the future about red tape and credit card debt? Me neither. I wish it would leave me alone. Shut up, idea. You suck.

now i get it. rhapsody. oh yes.

I spent the day today at home. My back only hurts a little now. This is the most refreshed and happiest I've felt in a long, long time. I feel like spring. And yes, I like that one Justin Timberlake song. Sue me.

Well, I should have stayed in bed yesterday.
I wrenched my back on Sunday and since I am a fragile senior citizen it continues to hurt like hell. I could barely walk yesterday. I actually had to miss my rehearsal, which I have done exactly zero times.

Does anybody have a good cellular plan with free long distance that they want to sell me on?

I should have stayed in bed today, too.

I am fascinated by this incredibly expensive thing on my finger. I can't wait until I have a baby, then I can have nightmares about accidentily flushing that down the toilet, too.

lisa miller makes your mouth do ugly things.

Eesh. I knew something didn't seem quite right.

I just got a prank call. It was lame as hell, too. "I'd like to build a building for all my trophies and my achievements. . . " with a bad Adam Sandler impression.
"Am I being Punk'd tm, or are you really mentally challenged? Ah, good one."
Whatever. Thanks, crankypunk'dyankers. Remember the good old days? When people would imitate their favorite tv shows by jumping in front of moving vehicles and they left the rest of us out of it?

Office Furniture Held Hostage! Ridonkulous.

From last night's Futurama:

Amazon Femputer: The men will be sentenced to DEATH. . . by snoo-snoo!
Little Alien Guy: Awwww . . .
Zack: What? Are you gay?

Had to be there.

By the way, if you were watching the Orange Bowl, that was my brother in the short film about football fans. He was the guy who painted his face in 1984 with the wrong kind of paint and it never washed off. Fuckin funny, guys. Theriousthly.

Sickywicky. Coughsniffle.

My rehearsals are going pretty well. It's not a great play*, but it's actually pretty funny. I love our director, too, and I think she's going to let me be silly and do my little bits. The costume guy is going insane with my outfits. I play five (four? six? dunno.) different characters, and the look is "retro-futuristic". Lots of sliver tube dresses and beehives. I am a monstrosity! Ha-HA! High class thea-tah, baybee.

Something near my body smells like feet, but it's not my feet.

*one whole scene revolves around a guy with a stuttering problem, which is kind of weak comically and also kind of mean when you know and love a stutterer.

Hello.
I have been away from the internet for so very long. I will post as briefly as I can about my brief stay in nyc.
The drive was fine, the weather was better than I could have asked for, and nobody stole/broke into the car the entire time we were there.

Monday-Museum of Natural History, dinner at the Slaughtered Lamb, improv at the UCB. (first half:horrible, second half:delightful, I highly recommend The Documentary)
Tuesday-Walked around all day. My feet and legs hurt more than they ever have in my entire life. Like an idiot, I didn't wear a coat. Tried to go to 2 different museums. Snapped at bf more than once. Walked around soho. Froze. Ate in little Italy, saw another ucb show (Police Chief Rumble and Dillinger: both awesome).
Wednesday-Took it slow, found an Indian place for lunch, met my brother and sisinlaw at work, went to see Tracey's apartment (which rules, by the way) then we all went to a friend's house in Queens for a little house party with a bunch of people from Buffalo. My team won dvd trivial pursuit. Everybody got competitive and yelled which made me miss Alex and Jess, who either don't get competitive or at least don't yell about it. I drank too much. We didn't get back to Jersey until 5am. Shitty, but worth it for the fun. I love my friends, and missed the ones who weren't there.
Thursday- Slept until 2, spent $23 on dunkin donuts. Went to dinner with some Buffalo peoples and then we all went to see a b-lo friend in a show at The Atlantic called Frame 312. The play was really excellent, and my friend was a total standout performer. I'm very proud. My bf (or just plain "f") was glad to finally see someone famous: the guy who played the police chief in Die Hard III was in the play as well.

Since then I have done nothing at all except lay on the couch and watch Todd kick the crap out of Return of the King for the xbox. I have a horrible cold right now. I got my ring back after getting resized and now it's slightly looser than it probably should be. It's still pretty sparkly though.