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So, I could claim that I have not written in awhile in solidarity with the writers strike, but that was merely coincidence. I could also use my stock excuse of "life caught up with me" but that is no fun. So, I'll simply say that I didn't write cause I didn't make time to do so. I feel especially bad because this blog is partially to keep my Grandmother updated with my life, and I haven't been doing that. Then again I did go to her house for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so she is pretty up to date. As for my other loyal fans, here is what has happened recently. I got a Job at a store for geeks, called Camelot Treasures. I'm not just talking computer geeks, but LOTR geeks, SCA geeks, Ren Faire geeks, Fantasy geeks, Harry Potter geeks, fairy geeks, and soon, steampunk geeks. I also work with a bunch of geeks, which is awesome. I love working here and look forward to my next shift when I get off. I'm no longer working in the computer lab and I am overjoyed by that. It was a nice job for about 6 months, but after a year I wanted to stab myself in the eye somedays. But it is done with. I am back in school, taking British Literature II (Romantic Period - 20th Century), Biology, Play Production II (which is really Movie Production), and an online intro to computers course. Yes, you read that right. I'm taking a class online about how to use computers. School is going good, though I am a bit worried about Bio. We talked about Quantum Mechanics yesterday in class. I am beginning to believe that no one actually understands Quantum Mechanics and they all just pretend to. It is a conspiracy. o.O9 Crafting wise, I'm really soldering up a storm now that I have a proper soldering iron. I think I'll use the old one for wood burning if I'm ever so inclined. However I am frustrated by the learning curve. I also have been looking at crocheting projects because someone left one at the store and I worked on it. A lot. I don't quite understand the NC approach to snow. It isn't even sticking to the ground and a guy came in and, in parting, said that he was off to work, where he hoped he wouldn't get snowed in. There is no snow on the ground!
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LJ dosent let you embed YouTube (that's what she said), so I'll just post the link. This is freaking hilarious. |
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The new rule in the computer lab where I work states that you must show the monitor your ID when you enter the lab. No exceptions. Previous rules required you to have it, but we would never check it. Now we have to ask every single person who comes in. Up until now my job here has been relatively uneventful. That has changed. First a note to the people who come in here: Yes, I am serious. No, I can't make an exception. No, your driver's license, syllabus, or receipt for classes will not suffice. I need your ID (though if you bring in your teacher, who just happens to be one of my favorite teachers, and she vouches for you, I'll let you in. Because she is awesome). It is free, and you need it to use many of our other facilities. It will take you five minutes to get one if you didn't get one at the beginning of the semester when you were supposed to. Raising your voice makes me less inclined to help you. Implying that I can't think for myself defiantly makes me not want to help you. Everyone else can follow the rules. Get a clue. It wasn't my decision, and I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to. Oh, and just because I say, "Can I see your ID?" does not mean you can say "No." I'm asking to be polite, but I have to see it. Also I don't have some "system" that I can look you up in. It doesn't work that way. I'm sorry. The story I cannot stop telling in relation to this new rule is the girl who told me that If she couldn't use the lab, she was going to go home and kill herself. Oh. My. God. How do you respond to that? I just squeaked out something along the lines of, "uhhh... just sign in...ohmygod." A few minutes later after I had quit freaking out, I went online and printed out my therapist's information, then folded it up and slipped it to her. She needs to talk to someone who is obviously not me. This rule has been in effect for about a week and a half, and I hate it with a passion. There were minor annoyances previously, such as people invading my personal space, people who don't understand basic computer operations, such as turning it on, and people who ask the same questions every day. And people who want me to do their homework for them. No, I have my own. Speaking of, I need to get back to that.
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Last Saturday my brother and I put together a five min. video in 8 hours (quite a feat when you consider that typically every hour you spend filming ends up about 30 seconds in the final film). And the rush I got from doing what I truly love was amazing. The truly frustrating thing is that I can't write. Screenplays I mean. So a huge obstacle stands in my way, and I don't know what to do. |
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I have been volunteering with a community theatre in my area for about 6 years, and I have seen some stupid, but I almost laughed out loud at this. First some background: when you show up after a show has started, you have to wait with the House Manager for a certain window when you can be seated. This is really annoying when you have a large group. For one of the shows in our Children's series, a lady showed up with about 10 kids about 15 min. late. When told she had to wait until the proper moment when they could enter, she responded wit "Well aren't there previews?" Umm, no, this is live theatre. Plus, we haven't even cast our next show. |
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I am current enrolled in a storytelling class, where we discuss elements of storytelling and tell stories in front of the class. I have little to no stage fright anymore, and don't get nervous before a show anymore, but when I have to tell a story I get all the symptoms. I feel sick, I shake, I sway, I wring my hands, I stutter, and I feel dizzy. I think the problem is that I don't have a script. When I know what to say, I am calm and collected. When I am improvising I freak out.
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Love the sound of a droning air conditioning and muffled footsteps? Too quiet in your house to study? Or do you just miss those late night cram sessions at the Library? Well then this is the Or how about the grating sound of pencil on paper? Or the unending drone of a loud fan? Or you could always try my favorite the loud restaurant, including crying baby!Check out the other iSerenity environments and drive yourself nuts. OK, so not all of them are bad. They have the old standbys of the ocean and birds, but really, who wants to hear a hairdryer anymore than you have to. |
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I've been quiet for two weeks due to being busy with school, the play, and letterboxing.
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So this weekend I went Maryland to their Renn Fest. Along the way my mother and I letterboxed. We were invited to drive up with the group we were with, but instead opted to go alone because my mother likes to drive and we would be stopping a lot to letterbox. So we got to Maryland and checked into our hotel Friday night. We were staying in a hotel right by the airport that was 20 minuets from the Faire, while everyone else in our group was staying at somebody's house an hour away. Our hotel was really nice, except for the checking in part. Mom had been told that we would have a fridge in the room and had planned accordingly. When we were checking in the girl at the desk asked if we wanted a fridge in our room. We said yes, and while we were waiting, a woman came down saying that there was no remote for the TV in her room. The poor girl, who was there by herself and multi-taking as best she could, gave that woman a new room key. We went up to the room, and there was no fridge. So we went back down. We waited while the girl was checking in two pilots and the woman from before came down and said that there was someone else in her new room. We all laughed at this, and she and we got new rooms. Up again we went, and lo and behold there was someone in our new room. Back down we went, and finally said, just give us a room, we don't care about the fridge. Third room was the charm and we went to bed. Well not before watching a bit of TV, and we caught the second half of an episode of the show Girls Next Door, which is about Hugh Heffner’s three girlfriends. I know, classy. The reason we watched was because in this episode they went to the LA Renn Faire. We also made plans to meet Scarab, a native Marylandian and placer of a few letterboxes at the faire. Then sleep. Bright and early the next morning we got garbed and went to breakfast in such attire. This sparked a conversation with one of the other hotel stayers, and we promoted the Faire before we even went. We got into the car, got lost on our way to the faire, and still arrived ahead of our friends. We hung around and enjoyed the people, then enjoyed the faire, until around lunchtime, I saw a man who was wearing a letterboxing patch on his backpack. I asked if he was Scarab, and he said yes. We sat down to a wonderful exchange and Scarab and I bonded over Edward Gorey. His family went by the name Doubtful Guests as a unit, and he was part of a postal ring of Gorey art. He had also been to the Gorey House and placed a letterbox there. We parted ways, but not before he managed to plant a cootie on me. Next we met back with our friends and hung out for awhile, and then they came with us letterboxing. On of the shops at the Faire has a box in it, but when we got there Scarab was there and he said it was taken by some boxers that were there! They were at the nearby pub, so we joined them for exchanges and to get the box. Jackie and Lexi were with us and found the whole thing fascinating. Lexi especially got excited about it and went with us to get the other two boxes at the faire. (She even changed her plans so she could come home with us to letterbox! I'm so proud.) We shopped some more until the day ended. Lexi, Jackie and the rest went back to the Hose, and we went back to the hotel. We stayed awake for awhile, but we were pretty beat, so we fell asleep early. Early the next day we got up, got garbed, checked out, and ate breakfast. Again the garb sparked conversation, and again we promoted the faire, though this day with a bit more enthusiasm after so enjoying the previous day. We got lost again and mom cursed the Maryland Highways, but we again arrived before everyone else. This day we resolved to see shows, and I adored London Broil, Shakespeare Skum, Johnny Fox, and Fight School. I bought myself some things and generally had a great time. I was really sad when it was time to go. We went back with everyone else this time to the house. We went out for Seafood, which was OK, but the company made up for the not-so-great service and food ten-fold. After that we went back to the house where we talked on the porch for awhile then went inside to bed. Monday morning I awoke to laughter from outside, and we again hung out on the porch, this time looking at pictures. Our wonderful hosts served us breakfast and we spent some time laughing and visiting. The it was time for us to leave. As I mentioned above Lexi changed her plans so she could letterbox on the way down with us. We did just that, so she got her first 10 finds in one weekend. I also broke 100 finds at this time, and couldn't feel more proud or geeky. We took Lexi home, through Knightdale while she gave us a fascinating tour. No really, she gave us a fascinating tour of Knightdale. Finally our day came to an end and I fell asleep quickly.
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I apologize for not posting recently, but school, work, and the new play have taken over. School started last week, and I like most of my teachers. I'm taking Intro to Computers, Abnormal Psychology, Storytelling, and Western Civilizations 2. I've made some new friends, and some old friends are in the classes with me. (I'm so glad H is in Intro to Computers with me, she makes it a lot less boring) Work is the same. I am no longer allowed to have headphones, so I started watching movies with the sound off and the subtitles on. I just finished Rain Man. It's interesting to see Tom Cruise before he went crazy. Then of course there is the play. I had it pointed out to me that I never said who I'm doing it with or what play it is. Originally this was because I was afraid that if I talked about it on my blog, it might come back to haunt me. However, because my current readership is limited to a small group of family and friends, I don't think I have anything to worry about. So, the play is Twain By the Tracks, with the Cary Players. Don't bother to look up the play, it isn't a published work, or rather it is, but not under that name. It consists of a bunch of one act plays by Mark Twain. Some are published by Samuel French under the title Five One Act Plays by Mark Twain, though they are actually adapted from his short stories. Some are adapted from other sources, such as Tom Sawyer. The title comes from the fact that the building we are practicing and performing in is by a train track. I have a very small part, well two tiny parts. Yeah, yeah, I know there are only small actors, but come on, 11 lines! But it’s a foot in the door I guess. Anyways, I guess the point is that while I am still alive, I won't be posting as often as I was.
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I have recently been trying to get into shape, via weight lifting, bike riding, and walking on a daily basis. And I'm not doing it for a role, a boy, or even for myself. I am doing it because I value my brains. When the zombie uprising comes, I want to be able to out run the living dead. I have also been studying the Zombie survival guide, and plan on reading World War Z. You may laugh, but it gets me to the gym. Thusly I am cheered by the knowledge that my government is addressing this threat.
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I usually look to my cell phone to tell me what time it is, but lately I've been thinking about getting a wristwatch. Of course, with me, it can never be a simple watch. I want one that expresses my personality somehow.
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I got in! I'm really excited, and don't really have anything else to say. First rehersal is monday! |
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Meg, the brains behind Cute Overload, hasn't posted in 3 days. She usually posts 5 or so times a day. (Not long winded blogs of course, mostly pictures with a comment) This happened with PostSecret a couple of weeks ago. It is usually updated every Sunday, but one Sunday there were no new postcards. I wasn't upset, just worried. Turns out the guy behind it just took a break (his first since starting this a few years ago) and he was fine. So even though I had never met this guy and know nothing about him personally, I was one of thousands of people who were worried. The internet is a wonderful thing isn't it. I feel for Meg, who posts multiple times a day, because I post an average of once a week (except this week for some reason).
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So my new cell phone came in the mail yesterday, and I like it ok, but I miss my old one. I'm always amazed at how attached I become to inanimate objects. My car, my laptop, my phone, all of them are extensions of me. It feels weird when one changes or gets replaced. I guess I'm just a really sentimental person. My audition went well last night, I hope (knock on wood). I felt I could have done better, but I think I showed my talent well. I must admit that this group's audition process isn't nearly as nerve wracking as RLT's. RLT has auditions on Monday and Tuesday, callbacks are announced at 2 on Wednesday, but callbacks aren't held until Saturday. Then the cast list is posted at 2 on Monday. So if you auditioned on Monday, you have an entire week of worry. Well if you worry like I do. The group I auditioned for last night holds auditions on Monday and Tuesday, Holds callbacks on Wednesday, but only if needed, then announces the cast on Friday. I really want to go letterboxing but it is too hot. Yeah, I know, its Summer, and therefore naturally hot. However, the part of my brain that makes me Bi-Polar, and is therefore whacked, is also the part of my body that regulates body temperature, so I have trouble with that too. When it gets hot out I get cranky, sleepy, and I feel sick. Now try adding in a hike to go letterboxing and I have trouble breathing. So, I guess I'm trying to say that Summer Sucks and I wanna go letterboxing. I would be a horrible Egyptologist.
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So I think I'm seeing things. Allusions, that is. See, I'm reading (well, listening to) Eragon by Christopher Paolini, and there is a scene that, to me, screams act I scene iii from Hamlet, which is also one of the most quoted bits of Shakespeare. Maybe I'm reading too far into it, but I can't imagine I'm the only one this has occurred to. Yet, as far as I can tell, no one else has written about it. Next, I was listening to the soundtrack to the new Hairspray movie (which I loved, by the way. Go see it!) and there is a moment when the Dynamites, 3 african-american singers shout, over the course of a song, "Lookout! Lookout! Lookout! Lookout!" Well this reminds me greatly of the opening song from my other favorite musical Little Shop of Horrors. In it the "greek chorus" of 3 black women sing "Lookout! Lookout! Lookout! Lookout!" Speaking of my two favorite musicals, it occurred to me that they have had very similar paths. First they were movies, with little or no singing, then they were reinvented as successful Broadway musicals, then made into movies. Also both had their endings changed, in Hairspray I understand and like the change, while I think they should have left Little Shop alone. I can only think of one other show that that has happened to, The Producers, though I am sure there are others. It could happen to Legally Blond, but I don't know if it is successful enough. Well, I have an audition tonight. Wish me luck. Or leg breakage. Whatever. Eye of the Tiger
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When one spends most of your work hours surfing the internet, you come across some strange stuff. StumbleUpon doesn't help either. So I had to share. I will warn you, any link marked with an asterisk is gross. Only those with strong stomach's should proceed to those. They are, however still interesting. The first, and probably grossest, is Stinkymeat*. This is an experiment in what happens to meat when left to the elements. Secondly, I present Steve Don't Eat It!* It is precisely what the title implies. This has strong language, but it extremely funny, to me. Next, Kitsch Korner. I have a policy against anything spelled wrong on purpose, still this is another funny site. It makes fun of homemaking manuals and Cookbooks of the 50's. My favorite has to be the last one listed in 1940's to 1970's category, a book called Alcoa's Book of Decorations, which is, in fact a book of ways to use aluminum foil to decorate. I kid you not. Well that is all for now, I actually have to work now.
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