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Monday, August 24th, 2009
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10:48 am
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Let us review my morning.
9:00am- Wake up and walk over to my landlord's house to work off my rent (I have forsaken my day job for this, and my boss is pissed if agreeable). Knock. No answer.
9:39am- Return and knock again, this time with coffee and bile. Nothing.
9:40am- Call. The line is busy.
9:41am- Call my mother, pissed.
10:00am- Call again. No answer. Leave a note on the door and drive off to do laundry.
10:30am- Start laundry.
10:35am- Check my bank account. Discover my accounts are at $2410 and -$500, respectively. Realize I don't know how they got that way and my computer won't load the pages that will tell me or the pages that will let me fix the negative balance.
10:40am- Realize, with dawning horror, that I am likely no longer able to afford moving to Philly.
10:41am- Consider killing myself before realizing I'm too fucking upset to even manage -that- coherently.
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| Saturday, August 8th, 2009
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11:01 pm
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Kellie pulls me close, looks past me at my ex and his girlfriend as we walk past each other, and smirks. "So, your ex is kind of a cunt." She comments to me, loudly. I focus on her face.
Later, she tells me he looked, realized who it was and hid behind his girlfriend.
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"It's always a pleasure to tattoo you." Milo smiles at me, tucking his camera back into its bag. My heart skips for a second and I blush.
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Ayaire looks at me, wide-eyed, and smiles. "You really took that like a trooper." I hear a note of respect in her voice and I blush again, glad I had her there to hold my hand for round two of my tattoo.
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Poetry Boy's eyebrows shoot up as he pulls the bandage off my back. "Holy shit. That looks even more badass now. It was kinda cartoon-y before but now... Holy shit. That's evil."
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| Friday, July 31st, 2009
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6:39 pm
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Ask me to take pictures of any aspect of my life that you’re interested in or curious about. It can be anything from my favorite shirt to my cell phone. Leave your requests as a comment to this entry, and I’ll snap the pictures and post them as soon as I can.
Ganked from Kellie. Pick up to three, nuffin's off limits. <3
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| Monday, July 27th, 2009
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8:29 pm
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Live update! Sitting in Kellie's homestead, topless, getting Sharpie'd in an experiment for future tattoo's, watching Get Smart post Blockbuster and sushi.
AUGH! Rubbing alcohol cold!
Also, Seong's sushi chef? Amazing. "You know what I think? Every girl on Bachelorette? Slut! Take 28 men to find love. Slut."
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| Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
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9:40 pm
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Haven't stopped in something like two weeks. Every time it looks like I have night to myself, I don't. I love it. A lot. Kinda. I think. Yes.
Am not dead, just superbly busy. Will elaborate later (bet with boss, photoshoot with Bowes, three movies this weekend, hair cut & soon to be dyeing), when I have more than five minutes to sit down at a time other than 12-am-on-a-work-night.
Over my ex, if not my emotional situation. Fuckit, I'm feeling awesome.
Loves!
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| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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9:32 pm - It's like someone punched me in the reset button.
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| Monday, June 8th, 2009
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11:35 pm
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Moving day, moving day! Oh my god, it's moving day!
Probable photos later.
Computer access once I move will be limited, they don't have wifi (yet!). Phone access is similar.
<3!
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| Friday, May 15th, 2009
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1:02 am
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| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009
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12:46 pm
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In Philly. Intend to visit the kids I befriended in Virginia again in the fall. Kellan is still the best thing since sliced bread. Peter is still a dork.
I feel so zen down here. It's kinda funny. I mean, normally my IUD feels like it's ripping up my cervix constantly but it didn't hurt down here until last night. I'm choosing to take that as a good sign.
My heart is still in the east coast. Some things will likely never change.
Full updates when I get home.
'Cause yes, Kellie, I love you just that much. :p
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| Tuesday, March 24th, 2009
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10:37 pm
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Haha, dating is weeeeeiiiiiird. But it's kinda fun having a guy I can call up and have kidnap me for a night. Even if he does snore when we accidently fall asleep on the couch. And it's nice that we're not in a relationship, just... going out and having fun. I've never really done this before, like "proper" dating. I'd always just get into a relationship or start fuckin' the guy. It's... different, and I think I like it.
And this kid is pretty rad, to boot. I'm not madly attracted to him or anything, he's got a fun sense of humor and a nice personality and I like being around him, but... I'm pretty picky about that sort of thing. He gets that and doesn't mind, though. Like, he's not actively trying to sleep with me and has verbally aknowledged that it'd be nice but he's not pushing for it. So keeping this one.
In related news, I watch the Watchmen, appearently. Not as bad as I dreaded, I actually kinda liked it. Especially Rorschach.
Got an IUD yesterday. "This may pinch" is never a sentance that should be applied to ones cervix. Jesus. No babies for ten years is worth it, though. I think.
T-minus 23 days 'till DC and the wedding and Kellan and Peter and the interns and New York and me pissing myself in fear.
Then comes getting jobs and renting apartments and being a grown up again...
Battles closes in two weeks. Inside, I'm crying. This is my most favorite cast ever and I'm dreading having to let them go.
On an amusing note, I get to line-prompt the author of the play since he's covering for my Tlingit on Thursday (one of the elders in Angoon died and my Tlingit is going for the funeral). The author and I are pretty stoked, we think we can do this. And secretly I think he's rad, so...
Interviewed with the Salmon Bake and got the job, but I haven't signed anything so I may turn them down. I've heard less than great things about them.
Got a call back from Tempsco and have an interview on Thurs. Need to remember to turn in my application to Goldbelt.
Worked out a huge chunk of my props list today, so I think I'm in good shape there. Watch me be wrong, since we start tech on Friday.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, off to coffee with one of my actresses. Alison does not get down time! Alison has work and a social life!
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| Monday, March 16th, 2009
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10:47 pm
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So, I ate a ton of sugar and coffee in an attempt to make my heart explode so I wouldn't have to deal with the run-through of The Other Show tonight and so I (maybe) wouldn't get incessent phone calls from the director any more but now I'm just sugar high and a little spasm-y.
To re-cap yesterday, the director called me when I was in half-hour for Battles. I picked up, told him this was unacceptable and that he was never to call me while I'm at my other show, that I'd call him when it got out, and hung up on him. He then got called by my stage manager, who told him to knock it off. Then the artistic director and technical director, saying similar things.
This after the last week he's spent calling me at least once a day, the same amount his stage manager has been calling me, to check up on props progress because my e-mails aren't cutting it. Which is a no-go, the stage manager is supposed to be a buffer between us, but she's next to useless except as a space waster.
Basically? He wants all his show props -now-, while still in rehearsal, while I'm doing two shows.
...Like Kellie keeps telling me, "$600, DC, and you're gonna get laid".
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| Sunday, March 15th, 2009
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8:26 pm
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Plane tickets are bought. I leave the 15th of April, spend five hours in Minnesota, and get in to Baltimore on the 16th. Wedding from the 17th to the 19th, a couple days in DC, see the interns, hit up Philly and New York, then back home on the 25th. Just in time to find an apartment with Kellie and start working my hopefully-two-jobs.
:D
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| Friday, March 13th, 2009
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7:47 pm
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Last three weeks:
-The 63 year old lighting designer I befriended came on to me. He has been written out of my life post-haste.
-Ed is still teaching me drums.
-Katrina is teaching me Tlingit.
-Kellie and I are apartment hunting.
-Emily has yet to set me on fire out of frustration.
-Ed still puts up with the crazy shit I say to him, which makes me laugh.
-Want to slit my wrists over prop designing for 8 Stars. I've started chanting "$600, $600, $600" when it gets bad.
-Got blown off for lunch yesterday. Have decided the gods don't want me dating.
-Over-dosing on punk music.
-Got invited to a wedding in Virginia around the time I was planning to go down. Am now attending a wedding with Kellan, hilarity is sure to ensue.
-Battles is an amazing show and I love my cast and crew.
-Kellan's trying to get me to go to college. Looking at the economy, I might agree with his assessment.
-Baking a lot. Driving a lot. Drinking coffee a lot.
Best conversations of the last week:
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| Wednesday, March 4th, 2009
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8:23 pm
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I look up at my latest barista ('what are you, sixteen,' I think to myself, 'and already six-four at least. Christ.') and give him a bright smile. He grins back at me, his lip ring glinting, and pokes something on the register.
"How are you?" I tip my head to the side, like always.
"Good. Uh, you?" He glances at me from under his bangs.
"Fabulous." I chirp. "I-" Realizing I'm staring at him, my words flow out quickly. "Dude! That's a really rad shirt."
He glances down at the space station diagram on his chest and gives me a dorky grin. "Thanks. I, uh, really like it."
"Obviously." I grin. "I mean, you are wearing it."
His face falls a little, realizing how stupid he sounded, and I distract him with another conversation line. Distantly, I remember how the one time I brought a boy in with me he practically hovered over the table like a hawk. I smile and he blushes.
The man working the counter at my music store looks over me appraisingly. "I like your style."
"Thanks." I grin. "I need a drum pad and a pair of sticks."
"We've actually got a deal on those right now..."
"Serendipitous. I got a deal on lessons too. There's this proffesional drummer in town..."
"You work at the theatre don't you." It's not a question.
"How'd you know?" I grin. He laughs.
"The drummer. You've got to mean Ed."
"Too right. He seems pretty popular."
"He is. Say, if you work at the theatre, I bet you know Adam. DJs at the Viking?"
"Hah! I do! He's a great kid."
"He is. Uhm... When does Ed's show open?"
"Friday. I trust I'll see you there?"
"Of course."
Driving out to the theatre, it occurs to me that maybe my father's suggestion of working as a ramp rat at Tempsco isn't such a misplaced idea after all.
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2009
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10:31 pm
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Okay educated masses. I've got a question for you.
Which movie has the line "You wanna be a star, don'cha?" ?
I've been trying to remember and I've had no luck.
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| Friday, February 20th, 2009
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8:37 pm
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In the last week:
Befriended a hobo
Befriended a little old lady who geeked out with me about maps from the 16-1700's (love. this woman. madly.)
Read over a mocha for an hour in Waffle House everyday (the boy who makes my drink knows exactly how I like it now, and he makes it well)
Agreed to coffee next week with both Rick and Brandon
Agreed to house manage for Underneath the Lintel this weekend
Agreed to run sound on Fire & Water for the full run (I wouldn't have because I don't want to, but Rick was at his wits end and I told him he could call me if he -needed- me) (yes I'm being paid)
Props hunted for 8 Stars (can't get fucking anything until they give me the money -to- get it, but I know where everything is)
Had my interview at Hearthside, which I think went well
Found out I have a kid coming into town next Saturday that I've agreed to pick up, feed and deliver to his hotel (he's here for SAGA and somehow found me to pester me about living in Juneau)
Talked Peter down a couple times and kept him company (we talk daily now, thanks cellphones)
Made up with Beej (she no longer wants my head on a plate for not answering my phone. I think)
Snoogled Kellie, 'cause she's amazing and doesn't get on the bus when I call her (like the spur-of-the-moment retard I am)
Really fucking missed Kellan
Short version: Productive week, feel tired as fuck, hate myself a little for agreeing to run a show.
Fun story:
Connie and I were driving through the Fred Meyer parking lot and I stopped to let some kids cross, then drove past a truck waiting to turn into my lane. The driver made angry hand-motions at me and I returned the gesture. Connie looked at me and asked what she'd missed. I translated as follows:
Me: I was letting them pass.
Him: Well, obviously you can't drive since you're half my age.
M: Well, at least I don't have to take Viagra to make my dick work to pleasure your wife.
H: ...I don't have a comeback to that.
M: BECAUSE YOUR DICK DOESN'T WORK.
She told me this is why she won't take me nice places.
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| Wednesday, February 18th, 2009
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1:17 am
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Stopped by the IBEW to get the list of paperwork I need to apply. This time, I won't lose it. Swear to god.
Got a phone call from Hearthside, but I heard the message too late to call back. I'll try tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
Finally got an email from Mr. Actor. Might get coffee with him this week, might not. Whatevs.
Getting a good idea of where I need to go/how much it'll cost for all those props I need. Now, for Art to give me my contract and access to the promised budget so I can go out and -get- them...
Talked to Sarah, from Olney, today. Nothing's changed since I left. Everything's still poorly built, the bosses are assholes, everyone's insane. She's still amazing. I still miss them.
Promised to send postcards.
Peter's been a constant presence through cellphone and IM lately. It's like having a long distance boyfriend but ... not. Regardless, I appreciate the company. We make dorks of each other.
Still miss DC and all that, but I've been feeling better lately.
I blame Kellie, in part. < 3
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| Tuesday, February 10th, 2009
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4:50 pm
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www.thisiswhyyourefat.com
I want to say something about how this is a sign of our times and how we're starting to follow in the footsteps of the romans and I fear for the fall of our country.
But I'm so horrified and so amused that sentences aren't forming past the uncontrolable gagging.
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| Friday, January 30th, 2009
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2:43 am - True story.
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[02:22] MsAKDragon: THEY KNOW ME HERE AND I SWEAR TO GOD THEY SACRIFICE THINGS IN MY NAME.
[02:23] pistolharris: hee!
[02:23] MsAKDragon: They're all like "Oh mighty gods of theatre! Accept this incompetent technician and send us back Alison! We have crucified him from the grid by lighting cables, so as better appease you for speed!"
[02:24] MsAKDragon: And thousands of miles away the gods are all "Fuck. Uh... Have Sean hit on her so she quits. SO IT IS SAID SO IT SHALL BE DONE."
[02:24] MsAKDragon: And then I quit and came back and everyone here was like "Glee and jubilations! The chosen one has returned! Quick, put her on all our shows!"
[02:24] MsAKDragon: AND THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE TRYING TO DO.
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| Thursday, January 29th, 2009
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1:47 am
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Things Alison Knows She Can Not Eat:
-McDonalds
-Dominos Pizza
-Bullwinkles Pizza
current mood:  sick
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