the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

1. I changed my mind on the sambuca/guiness thing. maybe it was just a one time thing. I don't know.
2. Quinn went back into the hospital on friday for a little while. his count was low again. We'll know more later today.
3. I wore this teeshirt to bed last night.
4. I ordered my bridesmaid dress for my sister's wedding like a million years ago and it hasn't come in yet.
5. I'd like to spend some time either all the way awake or all the way asleep. How can I do that?
6. The good news is- Jonathan Creek is back on the air!!! The bad news is, they're showing the crappyish episodes of the last season without Maddy.

sarah is the one who designed this page. Just f your i.


Also: B'GAWK!

yay!

Sarah is in town. yay. She and Erin came to see my show last night. The show was meh. The company was great-tastic. I was awkward.



Pretty ladies in shadow. Yeah, my camera phone blows. (Remember "bites"? I was almost going to say it "bites", but people haven't really said that since it stopped being 1981.)

This is me telling the truth.

I can't get a handle on the day. It's either the 4th, the 18th or Thursday. Why? I have some kind of mental block. I want to go see Constantine. Right now.

I cancelled my wedding. I'm not going to use this page to bash anybody, or go into lurid detail about the whys and the whats and the whatwereyouthinking?s. I just wanted to state a fact so that it was out there. I would like to say that for all of my crushing I never did anything unladylike.

I'm positive that emotions have an effect on your body. My spine wants to snap. My neck wants to act 80 years old. My legs want to carry me to Iceland. I don't know anybody in Iceland. (Or Greenland. Somewhere Scandanavian.) I'm saying everything's fine. It is. This was decided a month ago. So I'm ok. Fine. Fineish. (Finland.)

Down with the sickness


This is Teitur. He is pretty.



Of course, now that I'm totally in love, I am kicking myself for not saying hello when I walked past him after the show in central park. I kick pretty hard. He is coming to New York in March, and I am going to go.

I've had mono twice. Is it possible to have mono three times? Is it possible for your bangs to give you an eyeache? Is it possible for me to care too much about people who die in zombie movies? They survive through such peril, only to become a brainsnack. It's upsetting.


Also: If you don't make eye contact with me, you don't get a "Good morning." New policy. I have thrice-mono, I need to conserve my energy.
(If you are a darling shag-haired boy from Denmark who I may never bump into again, you get a hello. At least.)

The show was kinda of weak. That'll happen.

I had the most amazing discovery afterwards. Amy was having Sambuca on ice, and it smelled really good, so I had a sip. It tasted good as well. THEN, I drank some of my Guiness. The combonation of flavors was amazing. It made my beer taste like woody campfire and dark chocolate. It was hardcore. Everybody was sipping one and the other and flipping out. Try it. Seriously. It's amazing.

I am waiting for it to be 8:45 so I can leave the house. I'm very excited about the show. I've changed my costume a bit. I want to look more like a character from a comic than a random hospital patient. We'll see if I pull it off, or if I just look like another 30 year old trying to be goth.

"Is something art just because you put it on the wall??"
"Don't get me started, we'll be here all night!"

Listen to me daddy-o

This is a long rant about my new hair cut.
The hair is pathetic. I can't figure it out. The bangs are long with all of this body, and she didn't have time to give me any layers in the rest of my hair because she had me there and hour after she closed to finish it, so the rest of it looks flat and bizarre. I'm pretty sad about it. Also, it's brown. I don't know why my camera translates straight up dark brown as blue.
I've got bobby pins holding the front of my hair back. Sigh. I guess I'll just wait until they grow out? Why can't they just give me what I ask for? I wanted jet black hair with swept aside bangs. She gave me dark brown with bangs in some shape they dreamed up in 1986. She intended them to be parted down the middle, too. Like, "oh, should I be feathering these? fire up the curling iron and the rave number 4!" The color is nice though. I'm happy with that. Vito told me I looked like Jacklyn Smith, which is a nice way of saying I look like Monica Lewinsky and Kelly Osborne had a baby.

Um, so anyway. Quinnyboy doesn't have to wear the helmet anymore. That poor monkey. He had to wear it for a little while whenever he played, because if he bumped his head and had internal bleeding it would be very bad. It's ok now. Stuff like that builds character anyway. I wore an eyepatch for all of kindergarden, and look at how much character I have. Yar!

I have nothing to claim in order to make me famous, so I submit the following:
I am the only actress in the history of ever to not have "The V-monolouges" on her resume.
I have no tattoos, and I definitely do not have a tattoo on my lower back.

And nothing else. I am completely boring in every other way.

He's ok now.

Poor baby. There is something wrong with his blood, and he was bruising easily. My brother said he wasn't feeling any symptoms at all which is great, but he was bruising really easily and his blood wasn't clotting properly. He's going to need treatments for a year.
I can't wait to go home in April. I'm dying to kiss those cheeks.

had a nice long talk with Jerry on the train home last night. We're in similar boats. He doesn't have a regular day job, he just does a few different things during he week to make rent like a little teaching job, and a kid's show at the American Girl Theater. I don't think I will ever have the 'gumption' to quit my day job like that. It is the dream though, mainly for the sleeping in.

I was falling asleep standing up last night, but then of course, I went to bed only to stare at the ceiling of my bedroom for three hours.

(Cracked pepper flatbreads with cottage cheese = delicious.)

I'm going to do something relatively bold with my hair tonight, if the lady doesn't talk me out of it. It might look really bad. Cross your pinkies!

I downloaded a few songs last night to make a late b-day mix for my friend. I downloaded exactly nothing she will like.

LeTigre-Mediocrity Rules
LeTigre-Get off the Internet
Teitur-Sleeping with the lights on
William Shatner with Henry Rollins- I can't get behind that

I might post the results of the awesome mix, but I might want to keep it under wraps. It's almost too perfect.

(Oh, and the crush on the married guy isn't real. I just don't want you to think that that's how I roll. I respect the sacred bonds and such.)

Now Playing:
"Linger" The Cranberries

I'm rereading old posts. Aw. I used to be so cute and funny. And self-indulgently whiny and painfully lonely. I so dearly miss that time though. I really really miss nights alone in that apartment. Aw.
I liked this blog when it was randomness.

*I totally just went back and edited something awful I said about somebody four years ago. Revisionist!

Holy shit, dude.

I was waiting on a moment/but that moment never came

Dude, I can watch Smallville tonight. Fer Rizz.

I started drinking the recommended amount of water we're supposed to drink everyday. I got a 33 ounce bottle and I fill it up twice a day while I'm at work. 66 ounces? is that right? 2 more than 64, I'm sure I'll be fine. It's really not that hard to keep up. Plus, I'm less hungry and amazingly, more alert? And the bottle I'm reusing is a tall slender smartwater bottle, and the shape of the bottle leads the ladies at work to think I'm drinking vodka. Anyway, if you need me I'll be in the ladies room.

We rehearsed for The Box last night. I got genuinely giddy when everyone started showing up. I really like everyone in the show and I'm so excited to be doing it again. At the beginning of rehearsal we were doing little quick scenes to warm up and one thing lead to another and before we knew it, we were doing a full on resurrected-zombie-joins-the-mafia story. It was fun. I don't think anybody enjoys this show more than I do.
Also, I do a pretty good Jennifer Tilly.

Oh no they didn't!

My new favorite website. Awesome.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

I'm in the mood for something good to happen. Everyone I know is upset, sad, going through serious shit. As am I. Let's all win the lottery. (ok, sarah. you idiot.)

We didn't finish the pilot in time, so we didn't submit an entry to the show that I've been looking forward to since November. Now everybody is all freaked out about how great the show is, which makes me even more disappointed.

(Ok, I have things to be even more disappointed about that I won't go into here, but working hard on something and having it all be a waste is pretty disappointing. Actually, that applies to alot of my life right now.)

I need brownies. Plural.

I should write something. Hm. I got nothing. Seriously. Look at my moblog. I took a picture of my lunch. I am beyond generic and uninspired.
I am super tired. I'm languid. Is that the right word? I'm too lazy to look it up. Lugubrious.

Did you know that in the year 896, Pope Stephen VII exhumed the body of his predessecor, Pope Formosus, propped it up in a chair and put it on trial? Seven months he was dead. That is as crazy as it is unsanitary.
Here's the link with that story and other fun papal facts.

Also, I had dinner with some friends this weekend and one of them is a health teacher. I asked him if he had a "Question box" and he said "Do I ever." One of the recent questions was, "What's up with periods?"

So that's my story. Sleepy, pope cadaver, and hey, seriously, what is up with periods?