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I hate my job.
Remember, two months ago, when i said my job was awesome?
well,that was before the endless nights of not sleeping well, hating every moment of being at work, crying myself to sleep, hating my living situation, and hating my boss. Before that, this was awesome.
Now I'm just waiting for this to end.
I can make it, i know. i have to. I'm obligated to finishes what i started by some twisted moral compass that my mother installed in me when i was young.
And you know what, even thought i've hated this job with my entire being, it has allowed me to grow as a person. so this summer hasn't been a total loss, not completely.
Though i can't scratch 'live in the city' off of my life time wish list, i can scratch off 'live in Harlem' and 'live in a place populated by more minorities then you've ever encountered in your life'.one day i'll live in mid-town. Until then, this was enough.
Lombardi is still my show. I can still cite that on my Theatrical work experience. I still helped make that happen.
And you know what? In these past 2 and change shitty ass months, that is something i can feel good about.
well,that was before the endless nights of not sleeping well, hating every moment of being at work, crying myself to sleep, hating my living situation, and hating my boss. Before that, this was awesome.
Now I'm just waiting for this to end.
I can make it, i know. i have to. I'm obligated to finishes what i started by some twisted moral compass that my mother installed in me when i was young.
And you know what, even thought i've hated this job with my entire being, it has allowed me to grow as a person. so this summer hasn't been a total loss, not completely.
Though i can't scratch 'live in the city' off of my life time wish list, i can scratch off 'live in Harlem' and 'live in a place populated by more minorities then you've ever encountered in your life'.one day i'll live in mid-town. Until then, this was enough.
Lombardi is still my show. I can still cite that on my Theatrical work experience. I still helped make that happen.
And you know what? In these past 2 and change shitty ass months, that is something i can feel good about.
- Current Location:East 110th Street, New York, New York
- Current Mood:
mellow
I'm living in a apartment in New York City.
WIN.
Yes, it's in lower east Harlem. Yes, it's small. Yes, i'm living with a roomate, and sometimes his girlfriend. Yes, the rent is mad high. Still. NYC! Manhattan.
WIN.
Yes, it's in lower east Harlem. Yes, it's small. Yes, i'm living with a roomate, and sometimes his girlfriend. Yes, the rent is mad high. Still. NYC! Manhattan.
- Current Location:My New York City Apartment
- Current Music:the AS
Alright, life update. I'm exhausted, so I'll try to cover everything as quickly and as neatly as a i can.
Working backwards:
I have a apartment in NYC that i'm sub-leasing for the summer, from May till the end of August. It's the size of a shoebox, and i'm living in it with Pat for half of the summer, and it'll be okay if i don't spend that much time in there.
I have a job at Tech Production services for the summer, where i'll actually be working on things that i want to work on when i grow up and become a real Production Manager.
I was the Technical Director for Tartuffe (it was in rep with The Miser). They were modern-ized, and my show went off without a hitch, and i loved every sleep depriving, stress fulled, head bashing second of it.
My mother had some major surgery to save her life, in which they cut her open and took out part of her intestines. She's okay now - better then she was when that happened - and is on her way to full recovery. She needs surgery again when they have to fix some things inside of her up again. She'll be fine, when everything is said and done, and that's all that matters really.
We got an apartment in Alumnai - me, my two apt. mates from this year, and a underclassman with some intiresting medical condtions that managed to get us the apt. I have my own room. It's a little extra, but IT'S MY OWN ROOM.
I turned 21 in December. I don't feel different - a little off kilter, currently, but not any different. I keep thinking that my birthdays will mean something, like a shit in my personality or thinking, but that crap always seems to happen on days that really don't matter.
The grinding unnecessary bullshit of this place is stating to crack me. This happens every year - once the summer starts, it faces, but thank God that I'll be a senior next year. Review is looming around the corner - but it's not like i have much to talk about. Review will be about the Reps, and seeing as that's all i have to show for the semester, so I'm not to worried about it the prep this year for it at all. Once this opera is over, I'll be all over review shit like white on rice. And once that crap is over, I'll finally have a minute to dork around.
I have a new addiction to movies. More specifically, and addiction to buying cheep movies / pirating them off line. I love the feeling of having them - the accessibility to them, i think. It's a Collection thing - a habit that i love, let alone encourage in myself. Love me some shopping.
Um, what else....
That's all i've got, really. Past December, at least. I haven't had time to sit and write in about 6 months, which might also be why i'm supper iritable and aggressive all the time. No drawings, now poems, and no new stories (not including the Kaeru stuff, and still we're not writing stuff down). No writing = me not being a happy camper.
That....about sums it up.
Hello?
Working backwards:
I have a apartment in NYC that i'm sub-leasing for the summer, from May till the end of August. It's the size of a shoebox, and i'm living in it with Pat for half of the summer, and it'll be okay if i don't spend that much time in there.
I have a job at Tech Production services for the summer, where i'll actually be working on things that i want to work on when i grow up and become a real Production Manager.
I was the Technical Director for Tartuffe (it was in rep with The Miser). They were modern-ized, and my show went off without a hitch, and i loved every sleep depriving, stress fulled, head bashing second of it.
My mother had some major surgery to save her life, in which they cut her open and took out part of her intestines. She's okay now - better then she was when that happened - and is on her way to full recovery. She needs surgery again when they have to fix some things inside of her up again. She'll be fine, when everything is said and done, and that's all that matters really.
We got an apartment in Alumnai - me, my two apt. mates from this year, and a underclassman with some intiresting medical condtions that managed to get us the apt. I have my own room. It's a little extra, but IT'S MY OWN ROOM.
I turned 21 in December. I don't feel different - a little off kilter, currently, but not any different. I keep thinking that my birthdays will mean something, like a shit in my personality or thinking, but that crap always seems to happen on days that really don't matter.
The grinding unnecessary bullshit of this place is stating to crack me. This happens every year - once the summer starts, it faces, but thank God that I'll be a senior next year. Review is looming around the corner - but it's not like i have much to talk about. Review will be about the Reps, and seeing as that's all i have to show for the semester, so I'm not to worried about it the prep this year for it at all. Once this opera is over, I'll be all over review shit like white on rice. And once that crap is over, I'll finally have a minute to dork around.
I have a new addiction to movies. More specifically, and addiction to buying cheep movies / pirating them off line. I love the feeling of having them - the accessibility to them, i think. It's a Collection thing - a habit that i love, let alone encourage in myself. Love me some shopping.
Um, what else....
That's all i've got, really. Past December, at least. I haven't had time to sit and write in about 6 months, which might also be why i'm supper iritable and aggressive all the time. No drawings, now poems, and no new stories (not including the Kaeru stuff, and still we're not writing stuff down). No writing = me not being a happy camper.
That....about sums it up.
Hello?
- Current Mood:
tired - Current Music:S2-1
"How long has the Witch had you?"
Luke freezes, his skin tingling suddenly. He can taste the spell now, dry and harsh on his lips - a left over discharge of magic used. There had been something itching his spine, pulling at his attention, but it seems that - despite how well he knows this type of magic, despite how well he knows Magic in general - a Concealing spell can still work on him. The Demon curls and itches under his skin - reaching out to find the expense of the area of the spell. But he can't concentrate.
The rush of power that comes with the crackling break of the spell is wave-like. A rush of Witch-Magic - her words carry the break for the spell, so they ring in his ears like echoes and they shake against his skin like an earthquake. The smell of her magic is like sweet liquor. He can taste it, the pulls on the back of his tongue is like drugs.
She slips into the chair across from him, easily - thin and every bit a slip of existence that every Witch seems to be. Her hair shines like a halo around the top of her glossy black head, and Luke stops breathing.
The cafe is almost empty - sitting outside leaves Luke alone most days, with just a coffee and his paper, for hours. Today is not that different. Well, except for the Witch.
( Luke has only ever met five of them in his existance....Collapse )
- Current Location:S2-1
- Current Mood:
cold - Current Music:The oscers....
Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...
The True Fan
OOC is blasphemy, canon is everything.
Once you fall in love with a movie, book or TV series, you are loyal like an old dog. You take fanfiction quite serious and use it as a substitute after the canon ran out.
You are probably a walking dictionary of your favourite fandom and you are picky about what you write and read. The closer to the "real thing" fanfiction is, the more you like it.
You rather explore a character in all depth, see new sides and learn more about them than creating new characters or mix up the situations they are in.
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yes.
A life update might me coming, but as you've guessed by how often i post, work keeps me far the hell away from writing. Any time i do have to write on the comp, i would be RPing.
- Current Location:Home
- Current Mood:
artistic
I am 21, actually.
This semester has kicked my ass. In a good way, you know. Final strike is on Sunday - thank god.
Feeling better about this shit. I've made myself a little busy - what I should really be doing is writing, but my brain doesn't want to cough up anything of me to work on. Chris has been scratching at the back of my head for a while now, so I'm thinking of Rocklan shit, but Luke has been eating my time/head. And i have this new idea from one of the comics i bought last time i went shoping.....~sighs~ so many people, so little paper space.
So i give you the cutest song I've heard in a long time:
Feeling better about this shit. I've made myself a little busy - what I should really be doing is writing, but my brain doesn't want to cough up anything of me to work on. Chris has been scratching at the back of my head for a while now, so I'm thinking of Rocklan shit, but Luke has been eating my time/head. And i have this new idea from one of the comics i bought last time i went shoping.....~sighs~ so many people, so little paper space.
So i give you the cutest song I've heard in a long time:
- Current Location:S2-1
- Current Mood:
busy - Current Music:Muchael Buble - Haven't Met You Yet
There are 19 days until I'm 21.
I'm.....I'm not sure what I'm doing with myself. Yes, theater. Yes, hopefully living in New York. Still, i feel a little lost.
That might be because I'm not working. Having no work to drive me - though the vacation is well worth it, after the mind-fuck that these past two semesters have been - leaves me empty handed. I don't feel productive, and while i used to bask in this, i hate it now.
I think that's it. I think it's just me not having work. Lost an tired. That about sums it up.
I'm.....I'm not sure what I'm doing with myself. Yes, theater. Yes, hopefully living in New York. Still, i feel a little lost.
That might be because I'm not working. Having no work to drive me - though the vacation is well worth it, after the mind-fuck that these past two semesters have been - leaves me empty handed. I don't feel productive, and while i used to bask in this, i hate it now.
I think that's it. I think it's just me not having work. Lost an tired. That about sums it up.
- Current Mood: tired
I HAVE A NETBOOK!!
An actual update will follow, when i have time to write something a little more elequient the NETBOOKKEYBOARDSMASH!!!
An actual update will follow, when i have time to write something a little more elequient the NETBOOKKEYBOARDSMASH!!!
- Current Location:Jr. Studo
- Current Mood:
NETBOOK!! - Current Music:Iron Man
Lucas stared, hard, at the ring in the ground.
Mushrooms grew in a large circle - looping around a tree - just behind the house. The air was bright and crisp with the morning sun. It made his bones ache a little. The inked characters on his skin tightened - around his wrist, his forearms, just under his collar bone. Every place the light touched.
The forest was quiet - it was to late in the day for deer, to early still for the crows. Lucas' eyes travel the ring again, the writing on the back of his neck prickling with his thoughts.
( 'What's wrong?' Anna's voice surprises him -Collapse )
Mushrooms grew in a large circle - looping around a tree - just behind the house. The air was bright and crisp with the morning sun. It made his bones ache a little. The inked characters on his skin tightened - around his wrist, his forearms, just under his collar bone. Every place the light touched.
The forest was quiet - it was to late in the day for deer, to early still for the crows. Lucas' eyes travel the ring again, the writing on the back of his neck prickling with his thoughts.
( 'What's wrong?' Anna's voice surprises him -Collapse )
- Current Location:Maine
- Current Mood: tired
"Red Right Ankle"
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered,
"Oh, adhere to me for we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew cause he was dead
And how his face was carved an ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees,
But you wanted to keep his secret safe,
So you threw the key away?
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered,
"Oh, adhere to me for we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew cause he was dead
And how his face was carved an ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees,
But you wanted to keep his secret safe,
So you threw the key away?
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
The reason the people start cheering toward the end is because Jenny, Collin's wife - the lead singer - came onto stage. The song is for her.
- Current Music:Red Right Angle - The Decemberists
Today, during work, a table rolled over my foot - causing the nail on my big toe to roll back on to itself.
Needless to say, today was my very first Emergency room trip.
Hard fucking core. Like, no joke.
So there's a nice pulse of pain that spikes from my foot and hits my knee ever few seconds, pangs of pain - nothing sharp or anything, that only happens if i move or stand on it.
I told the nurse at the emergency room that my pain level - from a to a - was about a 3. After they fixed my toe nail, it jumped to maybe a 4.
What's your pain level? Can't really compare, can you?
My new shop nick name is Tenderfoot.
Also, i've been working here for 6 days now. I have worked a total of 65 hours. That's worked, not had food. I edited that out already. 65. Do the math.
Needless to say, today was my very first Emergency room trip.
Hard fucking core. Like, no joke.
So there's a nice pulse of pain that spikes from my foot and hits my knee ever few seconds, pangs of pain - nothing sharp or anything, that only happens if i move or stand on it.
I told the nurse at the emergency room that my pain level - from a to a - was about a 3. After they fixed my toe nail, it jumped to maybe a 4.
What's your pain level? Can't really compare, can you?
My new shop nick name is Tenderfoot.
Also, i've been working here for 6 days now. I have worked a total of 65 hours. That's worked, not had food. I edited that out already. 65. Do the math.
- Current Mood:
exhausted
i have worked 41 hours in 4 days. I have slept for, perhaps, half of that time when i wasn't working.
I remember now why i dont ever want to work in a shop. I'm starting to hate theater....
I remember now why i dont ever want to work in a shop. I'm starting to hate theater....
Officially - with the End of the Year Party ending - according to the non-official standings that DT lives in, I AM A JUNIOR!!!
WTF?!?!?!?!
What the hell is going on!?!?
WTF?!?!?!?!
What the hell is going on!?!?
We are actually in the process of striking the opera as it's going on. Il Trio is a group of three operas that the director of music here at their conservatory has put together - not the best picks, really, because the middle one SUCKS BIGGER DICK THEN I HAVE EVER SEEN!!
Genni - the first opera - changed over to Confession - the second - i little under 10 minuets. Half, perhaps three quarters of the set that made up Genni has been pulled apart/ thrown away/ stashes to be saved.
Confessions will be the same when we change over to Angelica.
If i get around to it, I'll put pictures up so i can show you....but as for now, lets just say this show is HUGE!!! Like, run crew of 10 people, 4 stage managers total. HUGE.
We're actually striking the show at 6. Probably till 11. I was up at 9 and in studio by 10 to draft today (i finished, too, so I'm sleeping tonight). I'm actually spending maybe 12 hours in this fucking theater today.
Save me.
Anyway, tomorrow is Props at 9 in the fucking morning, then Senior portfolio show in the city till 10 that night.
Tuesday is Tech - including starting the new assignment due next week DURING REVIEW BECAUSE DAN IS A BITCH. Organizing drawings that I'm planing on using for Review too, and doing my sound project.
I'm spending Wednesday in the costume shop. I'm making a Kimono for my final project, and it needs to be done by/ during next class. After 6, i have to finish my sound project and sleep.
My fucking sound presentation is on Thursday. After that, it's costume homework till i die that night.
Firday is History of Theater Review in class that morning, and constume class at 12. Working on review after that.
Saturday and Sunday are all about Review and drafting. Mostly about review. Oh, and Drafting.
So, we are informed of when Review is on Friday. and that will really rule my seclude. as will finding out if Dan actually intends on giving us this last assignment or not. He might cut it just because he doesn't want to deal with it himself, with review and everything in his face. So it depends.
God, this shit would be so much better if this middle bastard-child show was better....
As soon as this shit is over, i might actually be able to be a person again!!! GOD I'M SO EXCITED!!
Genni - the first opera - changed over to Confession - the second - i little under 10 minuets. Half, perhaps three quarters of the set that made up Genni has been pulled apart/ thrown away/ stashes to be saved.
Confessions will be the same when we change over to Angelica.
If i get around to it, I'll put pictures up so i can show you....but as for now, lets just say this show is HUGE!!! Like, run crew of 10 people, 4 stage managers total. HUGE.
We're actually striking the show at 6. Probably till 11. I was up at 9 and in studio by 10 to draft today (i finished, too, so I'm sleeping tonight). I'm actually spending maybe 12 hours in this fucking theater today.
Save me.
Anyway, tomorrow is Props at 9 in the fucking morning, then Senior portfolio show in the city till 10 that night.
Tuesday is Tech - including starting the new assignment due next week DURING REVIEW BECAUSE DAN IS A BITCH. Organizing drawings that I'm planing on using for Review too, and doing my sound project.
I'm spending Wednesday in the costume shop. I'm making a Kimono for my final project, and it needs to be done by/ during next class. After 6, i have to finish my sound project and sleep.
My fucking sound presentation is on Thursday. After that, it's costume homework till i die that night.
Firday is History of Theater Review in class that morning, and constume class at 12. Working on review after that.
Saturday and Sunday are all about Review and drafting. Mostly about review. Oh, and Drafting.
So, we are informed of when Review is on Friday. and that will really rule my seclude. as will finding out if Dan actually intends on giving us this last assignment or not. He might cut it just because he doesn't want to deal with it himself, with review and everything in his face. So it depends.
God, this shit would be so much better if this middle bastard-child show was better....
As soon as this shit is over, i might actually be able to be a person again!!! GOD I'M SO EXCITED!!
- Current Location:C Space
- Current Mood:
bitchy - Current Music:Confessions - Ill Trio Opera
- Current Music:Love Story - Taylor Swift
The next best TV show that I've seen since i started to watch SPN:
It might, or might not, have something to do with Nathan Fillion. Or, really, how Stana Katic and Nathan Fillion play so well together. So fucking well.
Oh, PS: I'm home. But not for long. Working less like crazy and sleeping a whole lot more.
It might, or might not, have something to do with Nathan Fillion. Or, really, how Stana Katic and Nathan Fillion play so well together. So fucking well.
Oh, PS: I'm home. But not for long. Working less like crazy and sleeping a whole lot more.
- Current Location:Home
- Current Mood:
excited - Current Music:Castle
- Current Mood:
nervous - Current Music:Here is Gone - Goo Goo Dolls
= dead. My eyeballs are falling out.
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (Kaze no Tani no Naushika, 1984)
Porco Rosso (1992)
Spirited Away (Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi, 2001)
Howl's Moving Castle (2004)
*Shuna no tabi, (The Journey of Shuna)
*Whisper of the Heart, 1995
So the only one i haven't seen is Porco Risso....
- Current Music:Kiki's Delivery Service Via Youtube
I....i got Flyman for the Opera. I'm the Master Carp for the Emelin.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
i got all of the har jobs this semester......oh fuck...
WHAT THE FUCK?!
i got all of the har jobs this semester......oh fuck...
PS: Spring Awakening closed behind my back. Who's not paying attention to dates? Oh, that would be me....
My spine feels like it's going to snap like a twig.
My bed is a little to tempting for me to actually do anything today. Except laundry, which i should finish, and a shower, because i smell.
My bed is a little to tempting for me to actually do anything today. Except laundry, which i should finish, and a shower, because i smell.
- Current Mood:
calm
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