on the shore at last after the shipwreck, weeping like a little girl whose mother is waving at her from the deck of the foundering boat

that's where I find myself lately. If not completely healed, then almost there. Thank you, Audrey Niffenegger (get a load of that name, eh?) for summing up so succinctly this feeling I've been trying to attain since her death and only recently have started to find.

The Time Traveller's Wife made me cry exactly three times. The first was at that passage in the title after Clare's mother dies, and she finds a poem written by her emotionally volatile mother to her. The second was at Henry's death. The third was pretty much everything that happens after that. I was in tears for the entire last three chapters of the book! lol! Not even kidding, when I turned the page and started reading the acknowledgements, I cried even harder because it was over. What a pathetic bowl of emotion I am.

The Time Traveller's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger. If you haven't read it, get on it! It's definitely going on my shelf of favorite books, along with Memoirs of a Geisha, LOTR, and Elizabeth Rex, fo' sho!

I feel slightly Oprah lately. All this home-making and reading bookclub type books, and thinking about babies. What's happening to me? I've grown up a little too much in the past couple months! Of course, the baby talk is all because of Child on her Mind, which is going GREAT, btw... I absolutely love working with Kayte! What a ball of lightning! She's got an amazing energy, and her method is absolutely brilliant. I told her I wanted her to publish a book on her method, because it is so amazing, and nearly made her cry! lol! However, I have no stamina when it comes to writing, so instead of writing a book, I'll probably end up writing a post on it, cause it is immensely helpful to me as an actor, and I love sharing really good stuff.

I saw her last night, with her partner Zannon (sp?) at the Being Frank premiere, along with almost everyone else I've ever worked with in a professional capacity, lol! I convinced Ace to score me comps, and took Jesse out to dinner at Modern Cafe and then to the show. The show was pretty awesome. I was astounded at Adrian's growth in character since the last time I'd seen him, which is really only to be expected. I couldn't even comprehend who it really was up there half the time. And everyone who knew Frank Ney, affirmed his brilliance in capturing Ney's physical presence perfectly. And a lot of the scenes from the play that I've always lvoed, like the party scene, where all these life events are melding themselves into each other had blown itself into this spectacular, stylised tornado of theatricality. I was pretty tickled by that scene!

And can I just say... Adam Underwood??? OMG, ADAM UNDERWOOD! He was fantastic! I've never met him before, until last night at the reception, and he was one of my favorite parts! His City Council member was hysterical! I seriously snort-laughed through the whole scene! He had this little tongue thing that he did, and he couldn't stop grabbing his wig, but it just made it look like he was trying to arrange a difficult toupe! Pure brilliance. I guess Jesse knew him from Romeo + Juliet on Saltspring, so I got to meet him and talk to him afterwards.

And of course, I nearly squealed when I saw Ky and Maddie up there on the running crew, lol! GJ, you two, I was highly aroused by your pirate-y attire! lol!

And of course, there were the usual others there, Ace, Michelle, Robin and Melissa, Manda Chelmak, Garry Davey, Michael Armstrong. Ky and Maddie were at the reception, and Lee was tending bar. Burton was home sick. I got tired of rubbing elbows pretty quick, and wanted to leave around eleven. I don't know, I understand schmoozing is important in this business, but God, it's exhausting. I felt so self-conscious, which was ridiculous. The boots were a bad choice. I'm never wearing heels over three inches to something like that again...it's just not a good idea.

Anyways, this weekend brings a couple rehearsals, a few shifts at that place that pays me, and Moving Day Prt II! Woohoo!!! This time next week, I'll be on my own again! Thank god... However it also brings stuff like decision-making, bad-feeling, and pure exhaustion. Saturday night through Monday morning will be sleepless, once again. I really do wish I could stop these weekly stay-awake marathons... but they are necessary for a little while longer. Hopefully soon, Kayte will start on scene work, and I won't be called on Sundays anymore.

Anyhoo, so that's where I am. Even though, it's rainy and gross today, you all should do me a favour and find something beautiful today. Then write about it in your blogs, or drop a comment about it here, whatever. Just do that for me. Find something beautiful and dwell on it for a while.

current mood: the cheerier side of melancholy.

i like to match, ja!

I saw the cutest old ladies today...they were waiting at a bus stop with me, and they were practically identical! They were both short, skinny, with cotton candy white hair and Germanic accents, orthopedic shoes, pristine windbreakers, and matching coke-bottle glasses. One was smoking and mentioned the other lady's jacket, and she replied it was twenty years old, and when the smoking one complimented her on how her turtleneck matched her jacket so well, the second replied, "Vell, I like to match, ja!" in the cutest little tone... Then the matching one asked the smoking one, "How long you smoke?" pointing to the cigarette she'd lit up after sitting down next to me and my ubiquitous cancer stick. The smoking one replied to the matching one, "I haf been quitting for many years, but I start again maybe ten years ago...but I only smoke two or three...or MAYBE four if I haf company--and NEFER in the house. There big sign in my kitchen, saying no smoking, so they know not to smoke in the house." It was a reality check... that's going to be me eventually. But it definitely made me smile!

So, I got tenants insurance today. Good rates, I guess...I'm covered for pretty much anything that could ever happen to me for way more than my stuff is actually worth! And it's pretty affordable. Less than twentyfive dollars a month. So one day this week, I'll stop by my new place and sign the lease. After that, I have to call BC Hydro and get the hydro switched to my name. After that, I'm laughing. :) I want to move in before the twentyninth, just because I work the night before and the night after that day and I have a rehearsal that day, and I'm just not strong enough to stay up that long. I've learned that about myself after the past weekend.

I did not sleep nearly enought his weekend. From Friday morning until Monday morning, I maxed out at eleven hours of sleep. And all of it was broken... why? A) kids. B) rehearsal. It's impossible to take care of myself in this house. I HATE it! But I have less than a week before I'll have my own space again. Life will be ok again.

I'm pretty excited about Florida! There's a lot of things that have to happen before I go, mostly financially, just to make sure I'll be ok after the trip is over. Stuff like paying off a few months rent at once, putting away some money, and convincing Mitch to give me full time after I get back. I did a budget plan a couple nights ago at work, and with five shifts a week at my current wage, I'll have enough to cover all my bills that I have now, and some that I don't have, with quite a lot of money left over. And now, because I am bored, having completely packed myself for Moving Day Pt II, I shall post my super-fancy budget!

five eight-hour shifts per week = roughly $1480 per month before taxes.

1480
- 50 (taxes)

1430
- 625 (rent)

825
-200 (hydro, cable, phone)

625
-100 (student loan payment)

525
- 25 (rental insurance)

500
- 50 (groceries)

450
- 50 (transfer to GIC savings account)

400. And that's it. Unless I get a car, in which I could bet on around $150 for insurance and maybe another $50 for gas. That still leaves me $200 for whatever money. And that's also before settlement money is factored in, and before whatever I make acting this summer. Not a shabby living, I tell you what!

So yeah, I'm pretty jazzed all over the place. I think, to celebrate, I shall buy a new bed. :)

sunshowers

That's a perfect description of a Van Isle spring day, I think. Sun-rain-cloud-freezing rain-cloud-sun-and maybe some snow just for good measure. :) A sun shower is that windy cold rain coming out of monolithic clouds with sun poking out beyond every pillow-y spire. Don't forget to look for the rainbows! If I'm with you when you see it, I'll claim I made it for you. And you better like it!

I am in a FANTASTIC mood! The past three days have been absolutely great! On Wednesday, Jesse picked me up at my house and we went to James Street Billiards to shoot pool. On our way from where he parked to the pool hall, we were assaulted with the traumatic sight of an "intimate transaction" between two crackheads! lol! Jesse called it the 'magic corner' for the rest of the night...

So aside from that psychologically scarring event, the night went incredibly well! I won a game, he won a game, we had a couple drinks there and talked for a long time about everything... Then we stopped in at the Cambie for a a drink and listened to some cover bands. Watched an overly energetic lead singer who's never heard of enunciation knock over his mic stand and I honestly couldn't help but laugh. I know, I'm a terrible person! Then we headed to 70, and sang some kareoke and he protected me from the evil cold coming in from the open door. Some other stuff happened... :)

He took me home and we made plans to go out the next day, which made me retardedly excited, lol! And then yesterday was just about the most exciting day of all! I woke up early to get to my hair appointment at ten, which turned me into a princess! Well, maybe not a princess, but DAMN my hair turned out well! I got the red taken out of the base and had some blond streaks put in, as well as getting a trim. It looks damn fine, now. After that, I headed home where Brianna called me and we went out for ice cream, which we ate with Frank J Ney on his rock. He has now heard some secrets that shall never be repeated so do me a favour and don't bind him and torture him for information, k? It was a case of wrong place, wrong time for poor Frank J Ney. I bought her a pretty headband for Coachella and one for myself as well! Then I went home and read a little before Jesse gave me a call. I was able to get ready, clean the whole kitchen AND do dishes before he picked me up, which made me pretty happy.

And the BEST part was, while I was waiting, I got a call from the transglobe offices (management company for the apartments I applied to) and my application was APPROVED!!! I move into my new place on the twentyninth! I have to research Zorkon insurance though, and get signed up for tenant insurance, so... and then when that's done, I bring my first months rent and the papers to the office, sign a lease, and I'm DONE! I'm going to live on Rosehill. I'm like a five minute walk to Brianna's through Bowen Park, and a ten minute walk from my work and I can hear the waterfall in Bowen Park from my bedroom window! So to celebrate, me and Sherayna went shopping for household things today! I am now the proud owner of a brand-new coffee pot, toaster, water kettle, dish set, pitcher-and-tumbler set and a broom! I also got-- A COOKIE TRAY! I shall bake cookies as soon as I move in! :)

Unfortunately my next few weeks are going to be so crazy busy that I can't go camping anymore. A Child on her Mind starts Sunday (IF Catherine can replace the lady who dropped out--urg) and since Dan got suspended for smoking pot at work I have to take on most of his extra shifts, which means my life is going to suck a little bit. But that's ok, it means I can earn back a little more of the money I've been frivolously spending. Definitely time to start my budget. *sigh* Oh well, my lately rocks way too much for THAT to be a problem! :P

the real life

hmmm...may or may not get approved for a place pretty soon...I just need to give them my damage deposit (why they want a damage deposit BEFORE I get the place, I'll never know), and get tenants insurance. THAT'S gonna be a big pile o' poo...I don't wanna deal with silly renter's insurance. It's not like my stuff is worht anything other than sentimental value anyway...

So I bought this book the other day which was massively entertaining, especially considering the circumstances in my life right now... it's called Roommates, and it's about this college graduate, mystery novel writer, who's had a couple books published but isn't exactly massively successful, and the roommates she goes through on the way to home ownership. Holy crap I identified with her so much! And then of course there's things like her love life (Max, a guitar sales shop owner, who I wish was real cause I want to marry him), and whatnot, and while I really identified with the place this girl was at in her life (which actually made me feel a little better about my life, considering she was twenty six and I'm nineteen), it also made me wonder if those foofy girly books that suburban housewives read in their book clubs are actually based in real life...

Like, for instance, they always have really colourful characters who are complete weirdos, but have no idea... like Justine the chain-smoking, boyfriend-obsessed neat freak who Elise lives with first. She turns out to be a complete psycho bitch, and has no clue. Do these people really exist? Is there such thing in the real world as 'completely normal' and 'character roles'? Nothing I've ever known is particularly similar to the way the world is portrayed in this book, which is silly because it's a book I can mostly identify with.

And the really scary thing is, if you were Justine, the chain-smoking, boyfriend-controlling, neat freak weirdo, when you read Roommates, would you recognize yourself? If I was Justine, the blah-blah-blah-you-get-the-picture, how would I tell?

I don't know, I'm just weird, and like to think that every book has a little reality in it, and funny enough I find it's harder to find the reality in chick books like Roommates than it is in something utterly ridiculous, like Star Wars or something... does anyone else ever feel like that?

Top Ten Things NOT to Do in Pinto's Drive Thru

*inspired by real events *

1) DRIVE UP: If you haven't been past the speaker, you aren't getting served. Plain and simple. Knock on the window, honk, work yourself up into a rightous wrath all you want. I won't serve people who don't know how to use a drive thru. And don't give me that poo about not knowing how to get to the speaker; there are signs every where! And making a cursory pass through the speaker and driving to the window is still a drive up, and I will still ignore you as long as possible (which means until another customer comes and I have to get rid of you in order to serve THEM).

2) Order at the window: this is one of the main reasons why I won't serve drive ups. When you order at the window, unless it's a forgotten coffee, or an extra donut, it puts me back twenty to thirty seconds, and believe me that matters to some customers. I am dead sick and tired of getting yelled at for taking too long, when the shithead customer just previous decided they needed two large sandwiches and a chili with garlic toast between the speaker and the window. Not only that, but a customer who orders at the window is twice as likely to watch the way you prepare their food and complain about it. NO ONE has a right to do that, unless it was an already specified special that I forgot. Which brings me to number three...

3) Ask for food modifications while it's being made: this means asking for more bacon, or no tomato, or to have cream cheese on both sides of your bagel while you're waiting for it at sandwich bar. For starters, many of those mods cost money, and if you're too stupid to ask for your mods at the till, where you're supposed to, I won't feel like giving you a freebie on them. Why? Because I'm an ornery bitch, and I don't give a fuck about you, or your stupid craving for Tim Hortons at three in the morning.

4) Be a crackhead. Ever. I'm sorry, but I hate crackheads. Or methheads, or whatever other drug you happen to be on. If you're on an illegal substance that I personally don't do, I will refuse to serve you on the slightest excuse. That means the first swear word out of your mouth, I'm throwing you out. You fall asleep at a table, I'm throwing you out. You fall down, I'm throwing you out. Call me heartless, but I didn't addict you to crack, and I don't have to deal with it. Why am I so against serving people on drugs? Because aside from the obvious (they're usually smelly homeless people, and act funny causing lots of awkwardness for me as I serve you, not to mention the fact that most of the female crackheads I serve either just gave a blow job for money, or are about to give a blow job for money. You don't know awkward until you're outside your store at four in the morning having a smoke, and you see a prosititute getting into a car, and a minute later they come through your drive thru. THAT'S awkward!)... besides from all that they usually get a huge order of donuts and timbits and ice capps and cappacinos, and they all have ridiculous modifications, and if you don't have the kind of donuts they want, they full out freak out at you, and then you have to throw them out anyways, so it's just not the effort. So no crackheads.

5) hit on me if you are one of the following: an old man, a taxi driver, a crack head, or have no teeth. It's gross. And I will immediately ask Dan to sabatoge your food. Just kidding! But I will look at you like you're crazy, and I don't really want to crush your egos, so just don't hit on me at work and we'll get along fine.

6) Be a quiet talker: If you're in the passenger seat, either don't order, or be prepared to yell. If you're one of those fanatically quiet people, step outside your comfort zone, or be prepared to get your order made wrong. Because if I have to ask you fifteen times to verify your order, I'll probably still fuck something up, and you just have to get used to that. And for God's sake if you drive a deisel truck, or ANY kind of loud vehicle...even if your belt is a little loose and there's a squeak, SHUT YOUR GODDAMN ENGINE OFF!!!!!

7) Have an order bigger than three sandwiches without calling ahead: If I have to make five to ten sandwiches, Ice Capps, Chilis, or bagels, then I will not be happy with you. Orders like that MUST be phoned in ahead of time. I don't care if it's your birthday and you're at the bar with ten friends. The MINUTE you decide to get Timmies, if there's going to be more than three sandwiches on one order you HAVE to phone ahead, or Alleah will be le pissed.

8) Expect to get a large order quickly, especially in the early morning. After five, I'm alone, and the lobby's open. Which means there's three stations I'm manning by myself. I can't cash out the guy ahead of you, serve the guy at front his coffee, and make your four breakfast sandwiches at the same time. So get over it. Before you express ANY pissiness whatsoever to ME, take a look inside. If there's a long line at front, and a long line at drive thru, then take your wait with a grain of salt.

9) Have a bodily function: no peeing, no bowel movements, no puking. Any one of which will get you banned from service. Sounds kind of elementary, but until you've seen a walk-up bar rush, just trust me. This can be an issue.

10) Be rude: This can be as simple as your attitude. I will forgive almost any of the above nine rules being broken if you are polite about it. If you fuck up and forget to order a sandwich before you leave the speaker, apologize when you order at the window. I will feel better, and probably return the politeness. There are so many customers that I absolutely refuse to serve anymore because they are so rude to me every day. Whenever I serve them they are mean and pissy and while they don't do anything that could get them banned, they stress me out more than anything I've mentioned so far. These are the people I am looking for excuses to ban.

I hope these are helpful. This peice of writing could save you from spit in your burger. So read it, and REMEMBER IT. And the next time you get pissed off about your fast food, take a chill pill and remember: you could live in Ethiopia, fuckers.





Anyways...lol! I've learned something about myself from working here at Tim Horton's. I am not a nice person. At all. I honestly don't care about people. I don't care enough to give you your food for free because you can't afford it. In my head, I'm thinking, "go home and cook your own goddamn food if you can't afford it." Yesterday morning, I'd just got off and was sitting at a picnic table with my coffee and my smoke and a guy came up to me and asked to bum a smoke. I told him it was my last. I lied, just to get him to go away. He told me he'd just got out of prison. A better person would have taken into account the fact that after however long he'd been there, he probably had no money, no job, no home, but all that went through MY head was, "ew, a convict." It's enough to make me really dislike myself. I would love to be a caring, generous person, but I'm not. I know I'm not. At least not to people who aren't my friends. When someone I don't know asks for a handout, (known in kinder circles as 'charity'), all I feel is overwhelming anger towards them. "you, a middle aged, crack-addicted homeless man who is too high to help himself, expect ME a nineteen year old girl with no resources to support YOUR nicotine habit for pity? FUCK OFF" that's what goes through my head. And I feel bad afterwards, but at the same time, it makes me so very very angry. That would be a flaw in myself, I think.

has FWP been boycotted??? (45 posts to go)

my blog is a very quiet place of late... leads me to a lot of conclusions, most of which are probably biased by my occasionally terrible self-esteem.

1) my recent absence from school has caused all of you to forget who I am, why I'm important to you, and that I have a blog at all. (which is a little over the top, so it can't quite be it)

2) You all hate me, and don't care about what I write anymore. (which is emo, and silly because even people who hated drama-causing ex-bloggers still read what they had to say)

or

3) I'm boring. FWP is filled with too much talk about Pinto, and not enough about not-Pinto.

I somehow have a feeling it's the third one. So since my day-to-days are often boring, and negative, I shall do something else.

I was reading on Lisa's blog today, and she wondered about people who seem to have it all together. I just cannot believe in those people. I mean, Western civilization has created such a hectic, stress-filled, complicated lifestyle that you would have to be a robot to keep everythng running perfectly. Most people have to be superman just to keep things running smoothly. I personally think it's absolutely impossible to be happy in every area of your life all, most or even some of the time. Well, outside of household cleaner commercials, and the endings of family movies, anyway.

(half an hour, a lot of math, and some perusal of global statistics later)

FACT: did you know that there are 12.8 people to every square kilometre of this earth? But--by next week, it'll be something like 20 people per square kilometre. By the time this century is half over, the earth's population is projected to have swollen to 7, 708, 260, 509, 000. That's seven trillion, seven-hundred-and-eight billion, two-hundred-and-sixty million, five-hundred-and-nine thousand people. That means more than 15 112 people per square kilometre. You can't fit fifteen thousand people in one square kilometre. Can you imagine the responsibility our generation holds? We (YOU AND ME) must find a way to support more people than stars in the sky on the average west coast night, or...witness natural selection in action. There is no way this population growth will actually happen, not without some significant technological advances. And NOT in the medical field, either. People actually NEED to start dying.

Can you imagine, the strain on the earth's already dwindling resources, with a global population that has multiplied exponentially? Our oil is already running out, where are we going to get more to keep our cities running? We've built vast metropolises, that depend on irreplaceable substances, and when oil runs out, how are we going to transport food from agricultural centres to feed those teeming masses of helpless people? How are we going to feed a grossly obese population, when the rich will hoard what they have, and make up new and financially-debilitating laws just to keep things the way they are? To be poor, will be a death sentence. The middle class will be a thing of the past. And what will happen as an effect of things I don't even understand yet? What if the stock market crashes again, and money is just something to light a fire with? What will the currency be then? Food? Drugs? Are we about to witness the fall of the capitalist era? If you could look forward to a hundred years from now, will we be nothing more than suspicious, narcotic-addled apes hunched over like animals amid the wreckage? Will we come full-circle, and lose the intelligience that took us millenia to attain in just a couple of centuries?

It's almost enough to make you find God. And even then, the situation is pretty bleak. All these numbers made me remember something my gramma taught me about Jehovah's Witnesses. They believe that when the Apocalypse comes, only 35 000 people will be chosen to go to heaven, and they'll all be JW's. 35 000. Next to almost 8 trillion. Hell will be a busy place.

Many Biblical events have been explained by science, such as the Ten Plagues released on Egypt, and the Flood, destroying the faiths of many people. Kinda makes you sad to know that in less than fifty years there's going to be a LOT of people dying, when the possibility of an after life is on the hitlist of scientists everywhere. There's no easy way out here. We are racing towards a future that A) is economically and ecologically impossible, or B) holds a devastating fate in store for human kind.

Now you guys know why I stick to reviewing my day. It's less depressing that way.

urg, too little sleep (46 to go)

THREE THINGS THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:

1.Alleah
2.Pinto
3.Keibler Elf (@ work) ("my house burned down when I was sixteen." "that's what you get for baking cookies in trees!!!")

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:

1. they're always Pinto: something. always have been.

THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:

1.My ambition
2.My nature
3.My physical appearance

THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:

1.my temper
2. my lack of driving skillz
3. my bum

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:

1.Russian
2.French
3. Iroqouis

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:

1.Spiders
2. Falling out of a plane (but mostly hitting the ground)
3. Natural disaster

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:

1.Coffee
2.cigarettes
3. clothing

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:

1.housecoat
2.white shorts
3. white tank

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists) at this moment:

1.OMG MODEST MOUSE *hearts hearts hearts*
2. The Killers
3. Play Radio Play

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT: (all are off Modest Mouse's new album)

1. Dashboard
2. Missed the Boat
3. We've Got Everything
...and because I can't choose, 4. Little Motel

...

...Spitting Venom is pretty sweet too! sorry! I'll go now...

THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:

1. one of those awesome kink boxes from La Senza... kinda missing one essential ingredient, though--boyfriend. :(
2. salvia
3. taking a long trip by myself. (like to Florida! probably this summer)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):

1. laughter
2. passion
3. commitment

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (you figure out which is which)

1. I can't find most of the scars I KNOW I've gotten in my life.
2. I've only met my sister once in my whole life.
3. I can't stop buying CD's.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:

1. sense of humour
2. personal appearance
3. strong hands

THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:

1. eat mushrooms. of any variety.
2. serve taxi drivers who think it's funny to switch bad accents everytime they order at drivethru.
3. even smell Malibu coconut rum without instant nausea, let alone drink it.

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:

1. reading
2. pretending to be artsy
3. shopping!!

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:

1. move into my own place again!
2. have relationship sex
3. sleep

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:

1. Acting
2. Acting
3. Acting

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:

1. Florida (SUMMER, BABY!)
2. Greece
3. Hawaii

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:

1. get an award for acting.
2. learn a different language by living there
3. own a horse


(answer to the lie question: #3 is the lie.)

home search (47 to go)

I dislike searching for apartments. In fact, it kind of sucks h-core. However, once in a while, while house-hunting, you come across someone who just kind of makes your day--even if you don't get the place.

I called a number about a one bedroom suite in the college heights area. Sweet deal, it was, furnished, with ocean and city views, $600, all inclusive, and didn't say word one about smokers or pets. However, when I called the guy, I found out it was taken, via some crazy dude with a crazy accent. But then, he asked, in his foreign kinda way, "how much money you pay?" I'm assuming he meant what I was WILLING to pay, so I told him "my limit is somewhere around $400 -$600, but I'm willing to go up to $700, if it's all-inclusive" (I'm not, but there's no harm in bargaining). It would have to be a pretty sweet place before I'd go up to $700...but hey, if it's sustainable! And if theatre work is slow, I don't really mind getting a second part time job to keep the bills paid.

Anyways, after I said that, he said, "well I have your number-RA here, so I call you back-ka when we have-a something...we no have houses right now, butTUH, if anything else comesup-PA, we call you back, ok?" And I went oh, that's great, I'm an easy sell, young, working, no pets, I don't have too many needs other than utilities included, and he went, "oh, sure sure, we find you something--I give-a you a call" and I went "great!" And he went "sure sure" and we hung up. And then I started visualizing Jilly in Power as a foriegn crack whore...that would have entertained me muchly! :)

so cosmo (48 posts to go!)

I've been lazy. Sorry...

Last night after school, me and Gregoire went to his place, where I learned all I'd ever need to know about getting high. :) Good times! Brianna agreed to go pipe shopping with me, that (like Vancouver, and other stuff) still has to happen. So me and Gregoire got stoned and recorded ourselves talking (read: him talking and me laughing), and then went to hitchhiker's after a ridiculously awkward dinner with his dad and uncle where his dad accused me of being high and I coldn't figure out what to say!

Hitchhiker's was hilarious! So proud of all of you! *think of all the possibilities down has to offer!* After that, Jesse took me home to get slightly-less-ugly (couldn't Put on my pretty dress, cause I have no pretty shoes), and then we went to Levis' house, where I watched them play video games. Pretty mellow...I was still slightly baked. Then we headed down to 70, where we sang, drank booze, and partied in a general sort of way before the girls got there. Amber, Steph and Donna showed up, and we started singing and dancing and boozing it up like a normal kareoke night. Things happened. Hitler (a bum regular from my work who got banned for peeing himself too many times) gave Donna bush. LOL! Seriously, he went across the street and picked a coupole of branches from this bush with red berries on them and gave them to Donna! We threw the berries at each other. Especially when Amber and Tom started being poos.

Afterwards, Jesse took me home, where we made plans for next week (don't get your hopes up, Amber!). I'm going to see the next two Hitchhiker's episodes, and then I'll go do something with Jesse. It'll be fun.

Anyways, tonight is girl's night at the Katz with Brianna, Laura and Barb, and I need shoes to wear with my pretty imported dress, so I should go do that. ttyal!

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*sigh* finally moved. I live with my sister now on Meredith Road...now THAT is interesting. I just got through the most tiring seven days of my life...

Sunday: after work in the morning, me and the bro walked around Maffeo Sutton, cause it was just too pretty not to. After that, I went to the Child on her Mind audition...pretty sure I already told you about that. Anyways, she called me back the next day, and I got the part. I really should start learning my lines for that... hmmm. After the audition, I had a rehearsal for Other Shoe. That was so brilliant. I loved everyone in that! Anyhoo, I got home at around six thirty. At that point I'd been up for thirty one hours. That was THE SUCK! Monday, I got up, went to school, went to the next rehearsal, and packed. Next day same thing.

Wednesday, I had to miss school, for the rehearsal, and reading of Other Shoe. I could have gone to theatre history, but I didn't think I'd have enough time in between rehearsal and call to go home and get ready and get back, and it turns out I really REALLY didn't. After rehearsal, me and Ace went to go get extra props, and got something to eat. We only had a half hour in between so we really had to hustle...definitely no time to get ready. We did the show which was a big success, every one loved it! These three shows of Michael's are going to be big hits! And this one is part of next season, which Burton already asked me to help with, so I'll be involved when it comes out onstage, or backstage, whichever happens! :) SO excited! After the show, I helped Ace with the load out, and after that we had drinks up in the restaurant. The show was in the basement of the ACME of course. Got home around midnight, went straight to bed.

Sherayna woke me up the next day at ten thirty-- MOVING day. She said, "we're almost done, we'll be there in an hour and a half. Be ready" and I went SHIT! So I fin ished packing in a hurry...probably four or five boxes left to do. Sherayna and Ken and Gramma got there a little while later and we loaded my stuff into the van. We got everything but my dresser and bed the first round. After that, we drove to Quinn's house and put most of my stuff into storage in his basement. Then we got lunch, and drove to Sherayna's new house. We ate lunch while waiting for the ex-tenants to come by with the key, and when they got there, we finished unloading the truck...the twenty-six foot moving truck, filled to the fucking brim with Sherayna's heavy-ass boxes! GODDAMN it sucked! I have never been so friggin tired. Thank god, I was exempted from the rest of her move (two vanloads, and cleaning) because of work the next day.

Friday, I was supposed to rest a little before work, and I did get a couple naps in, but Sherayna's kids woke me up at quarter after eight which SUCKED! I don't really remember what I did all day, but it sure wasn't restful! Anyways, go to work, super h-x-core lame. I got this guy banned from the store, who gave me hell a couple weeks ago, and has been back every week since talking trash about me to whoever served him. He came back, and accused me of saying I was going to spit in his food to Dan, and he gave the guy one look and said, "you can find another store. You're not getting served here again." Fuckin rights, BITCH! Got home to Sherayna's new place, went to bed.

Woke up--three hours later. Guess why? Yelled at kids, went back to bed. Woke up--one hour later. By that time, the whole family was over, eating chicken. And when I say the whole family...I mean the WHOLE family. Gramma, Grampa, Ken, Courtney, Quinn, Court's nephew Jase, and all four kids. So I said, fuck it, and got up and ate some chicken. Court, Gramma, and Sherayn a took off to finish cleaning the new house leaving the men in charge of the kids. BAD IDEA... I went to bed, and ended up getting up twice in one hour to tell them to stop hitting each other with sticks (LITERALY!). After that I got up to yell at the men for letting the kids run wild. I got another three hours of sleep after that, thank god.

Went to work, work sucked. Sherayna works Sundays, so the kids were gone to the babysitters by the time I got home, thank god. I got in a good six hours before I got up to go see an apartment. I want this place SOOOOO bad! It's so great! $550, all inclusive with laundry AND dishwasher! They're renovating, so it'll look great. Hopefully I'll get a call back by tomorrow about it. They said they'd let me know one way or another. Earliest I can move in is April 15th, so we'll see... Either way, I'm here for at least two weeks. boo! Oh well, Court said I can crash at her place anytime I need to, and Saturday/Sundays might be when I need to! Stayed up, went shopping for Court's birthday. While I was out, I bought two dresses and a skirt at this cute place on Commercial; they're FABULOUS! They're from England, and for designer clothes, they were SO cheap! I spent just over two hundred dollars, and they are AMAZING! One's this beautiful silver dress, with a Chinese-inspired cut and pretty black and silver flower decals. Then there's a black A-line skirt with pretty ribbons on it, and this adorable egg plant minidress (can double as a long tank top), and a beautiful flowy silver and egg plant knit thing that goes overtop...SO PRETTY!!! OMG, love. The lady knocked ten dollars off cause she couldn't believe I was buying all three! lol! I couldn't help it, they were TOO perfect.

Went to work, work sucked. Yesterday I got home, tried to stay up for class...fell asleep at ten. Slept until ten this morning, so I must have been tired. Considering how much my body obviously needed the sleep, so bad I slept through kids getting home, and going to school, I don't feel so bad about missing school. But I should call Jordan and meet him early to practice for our duologue. Also my research paper is late for theatre history, but now that Sherayna has internet, I can probably get it done by Monday. Seriously, have I EVER turned a paper in on time? Honestly now!

Also I found out about my settlement! Let's just say...my next few months will be--COMFORTABLE! :D *holds up both hands, palms outward, fingers splayed* I'll let you draw your own conclusions! ;)

So two things on my to-do list DONE! Three if you count work for the next while. I'm doing Catherine's show and then probably Mort's show, and Burton's youth company, hopefully, and then Theatre One's next season.

Remaining: 1) get a place. NOW!

2) do your goddamn school work! You only have about three weeks left, and you want a good GPA to brag about.

3) finsih your motherfreakin audition video! That means headshots, monologues, and DECIDING on your freakin songs. That means picking one and KEEPING IT, idiot! Go ask Sharon if you must.

Smaller list, at least! :)