Well it's happened. Now any sober person, who is a friend of a freind of a friend of whomever posted it, sitting in their room, with a laptop, can see me dirty dancing ( Read more... )

You know what's amazing? How common our experiences all are. I just finished reading my friends page, and here are both Stephanie and Lindsay experiencing the exact same thing. That separation, that sense of belonging to a different place and the knowledge of the cliff just beyond the horizon. I remember it SO well. And I gotta tell you- your ( Read more... )

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So I haven't written for awhile. I guess that's what happens when you work so much you don't have time to cook food and do laundry, let alone... communicate. But I've taken advantage of being sick to refuse to do any extra hours this weekend and have had some semblance of a day off. (I've got to leave for work in half an hour, thus only a ( Read more... )

I just got a crew call e-mail from Banff. Is it worth it to fly back there for four days? I don't think so. Very, very amused at this moment.

Well that was just about the most excruciating thing I've ever had to do. Following my interview with Repercussion Theatre yesterday, I had to send an e-mail to the managing director entailing why I wanted the job and why I would be good at it. So I just spent an hour working on that and I have absolutely no idea whatsoever if I went the right ( Read more... )

That's really all I have to say about that. I have an interview tomorrow morning at Repercussion Theatre. check them out at repercussiontheatre.com (I think) Still not getting excited.

I got a very interesting phone call today. There I was, at the Infinitheatre office, finishing up for the day, when my cellphone rang. I picked it up and thought "Who could be calling me from Ottawa? I've only been thinking about joining the public service; I haven't actually done it yet." No it wasn't a bureaucrat soothsayer, it was Kevin Orr, ( Read more... )

So that job I'm applying for- turns out I need to be a quebec resident. So today I dragged myself up to Henri-Bourassa to the SAAQ to switch over my license. Oh how I long for small towns: stupid me didn't think to make an appointment. After waiting in line I was pointed towards a phone on the wall and finally got ahold of an agent and set an ( Read more... )

Wow, just got finished going through my daily routing (checking my e-mail and then reading everyone's journal entries) and I discovered everyone is writing incredibly long entires. Novellas even. It's as if suddenly everyone has something to say, and needs someone to say it to. Which makes me feel as if I should. As I face hour number twelve at ( Read more... )