It is the middle of the night and I'm unable to sleep, still thinking of all the things I've been tossing around in my mind this week ( Read more... )

Tonight I forgot a few of my lines in the middle of my scene. I only have like twenty lines and I forgot. Just plumb forgot. Luckily I managed to sing better than I basically ever have in my life, which was intensely gratifying, but my lines. Come on, self. Get it together ( Read more... )

You can tell because I typed my subject line without capitalization or punctuation, which was way more difficult for me to do than it should have been because by not pressing shift, I apparently couldn't also press the space bar, so I was running words together and over thinking it all, so it's just easier for me to type out loud in correct English ( Read more... )

Today looks like spring.

I'm not sure it feels like spring, but it looks like spring, and with the sad-angry-deprived-peasant show over I'm feeling happy and peaceful and empowered.

I've started over and over and over with the weight loss 600 times since last summer when I finally sat down to just DO IT. Today is my 601 Do-Over, and I'm sitting down ( Read more... )

MOVE OVER, EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER TOLD ME NO.

There's a new girl moving into town.

EAT IT.

http://halecentretheater.com/2011Season/dirty-rotten-scoundrels.php

It will be nice when I can leave today at like 3:30. Maybe even a little before that. I have a costume fitting for a dress that I'm hoping will look like a busted up version of this:
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Sometimes I just want to quit my job and stay at home so I can clean and decorate my house and just have babies and watch tv.

I wonder what it would be like to wake up without the sound of screaming families above me.

Upstairs Neighbor Baby was born this week. But ah-- tricked you! We haven't heard the baby at all a single time. He's been SILENT. When I met him, he was fast asleep, this tiny little creature in a blanket, and he just kind of sighed contentedly.

No, ( Read more... )

I don't know why, but I'm kind of on a self-fulfillment kick. I woke up last week and just kind of decided I'm going to be awesome. I want to wear clothes with purpose. And I mean, even if it means I wind up in a jeans/cardigan/tshirt like always, I'm wearing lipstick. And maybe some weird jewelry or shoes that stand out. I'm tired of frump-comfort ( Read more... )

My grandma stroked again the night before she was supposed to move to Utah. It's a proverbial "matter of time ( Read more... )