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| So just thought I'd update in case someone's reading... So Been busy last few months. I was cast for a role in macbeth early september and I've been doing that lately. It was pretty amazing. Shakespeare is so thrilling hwen heard and seen. Reading? Not so much. anywho, it wasa 60+ member cast with all the fighters and extras and I fell in love with everyone...(sigh) From Steven (the man who murders me) to Sam( (Blood manager). Closing night was saturday and we had a bonfire and listened Macbeth(Kenny) and Ross(Kevin) play random acousic music. Personally I was ready to start bawling, but I was too busy being freaking frozen because it was below freezing at 2 in the morning and I'm nekkid under my hoody. (Another brilliant choice by Emily Julstrom) Welllll.....the stress is over but it's sad to see everyone go. Most of the cast was composed of seniors I'll never work with again unless I somehow make it into "death of a salesman" (HA-doubt it.) Oh well. As Lady Macbeth once said so perfectly "One, Two. Why then, is time to do it.What's done is done and cannot be undone." ...(sigh)...Well. Later. | | |
| Hi! Leaving friday to go to D.C. Won't be back for a while. Summer is finishing up. I'm sad. Need a haircut. That sums up my week. Later peeps. edit: All those with a penchant for fashion-bring me pics of awesome hair! | | |
| I got an eye exam. It's been three years, despite the fact I need one every year...Anyways, the doctor was nice but very touchy feely. I also have some very thick boundries when if comes to people shoving things into my eyes. If you've ever gotten an eye exam you might remember a very large machine that shines a "Harmless" blue "light" into your eye. When this happened to me at my first eye exam three years ago I was worried because-1. If it's "harmless light" then why does it have to be shone through a giant horrifying killer eye machine? and 2. Why are you so intent that I don't blink? I like blinking. And I don't like people who infringe on my right to blink. As it would happen, that "light" is actually a small steel needle that "gently" scrapes the surface of your eye. The doctor should not have told me this, because I am somewhat insane and therefore, I felt betrayed and violated. So for three years a avoided the "light". And then this doctor tried to fool me again. I'm also going blind in one eye. Yea. My right eye is 20 over 60. Which is decent. My left eye...20 over 300. Which is bad. The doctor pretty much said. "How could you go this long without realizing you can only read with one eye. My response was- "I don't usually wink while reading." My old glasses(you know the ones, bend, broken, geeky) that I've worn for three years were never actually mine apparently...They weren't the right perscription....in fact they did "nothing." Damn. I hate doctors. | | |
| I'm a glutton for punishment. Or a masochist in the closet. Or both? Probably. That's why I answer my own rhetoric fractured questions.  I like to write long and useless entries in a small and useless webpage. That's proof I think. But my very being is like that. You can pass me on the street and probably see it. I'd like to make some metaphor about it being like some deep, dark horrible aura that makes people notice...but that would be wrong because (it's a simile?) in reality I'm so small and unimportant that the idea of me effecting anything is probably one of them most egotistical things I could say. But I also claim to be God. (Of course, the first is certain, the god issue is pending and debatable) I like to throw all the good things I have as far from me as possible. Well, I don't like to. I just do. And I think I know why. I'm not a very good person. And I flaunt it like it's ok. I flaunt it in such a way that it people forget for a while that it's a horrible, horrible thing to do. I'm a liar, and nowhere near as loving as I should be. And I drive away the most important people in my life, who are probably not that important in the first place. I write long and useless entries in small useless webpages. And I'm too tired to continue. But I'll paste this anyway. Cause I've got a penchant for pain.  | | |
| And then I rammed my head into a steel plate repeatedly to take the edge off. | | |
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