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links here Tuesday, January 24, 2006Okay... this is the LAMEST thing to be irritated about. EVER. But I am. I think I'm in PMS-mode too early this month or something. Really. So here's how it all went down.Today (Tuesday) I have to go to that lame place called school, so I have to leave by 8:15. I woke at 7:45, so no time for hair stylin after taking care of Chloe and actually fitting a mini shower in. Ergo, I left in a tizzy and my hair was flat as a pancake and adorned with a headband to keep my damn bangs outta me face during stage makeup (yes, I get college credit for playing with makeup... my favorite hobby). So, here I go walking into the dressing room, and my teacher and another student (who happens to work in the costume shop) flip out and accuse me of both cutting and dying my hair. UMNO... HAVEN'T TOUCHED IT SINCE AUDITIONS. It just isn't styled. I'm not a fucking retard. Once you're cast in a show, no touchy hair. Standard. If they had, perhaps, taken notice of my horrid split ends and inch long, nasty-ass roots this whole confrontation could have been avoided. The teacher asks me if I put red and blonde in it (No, see the brown-blonde roots? My hairdresser did that color in November). She is satisfied and leaves. The other student pursues. Well what am I going to do about it? Nothing unless the director tells me to. OR ELSE I'D BE CHANGIING MY HAIR FROM AUDITIONS WHICH IS WHAT THEY'RE ACCUSING ME OF. Then she procedes to tell me that my hair doesn't fit my character... and I wanted to say, "if you know so much about her, how come I got the part and you didn't?" Yet, I held my tongue. Go me, right? No use fighting in a tiny dressing room. Biggest pet peeve- someone besides the director telling me how to interpret a character. Bite me. Not the director. I can't hear you. Nyah nyah nyah. Also, I am not unprofessional. I am aware that I have an alternative appearance. It's not like it happened on accident. I choose to look this way. I know that my characters don't look like Jeni. What fun would that be if I spent my whole life playing me in shows? LAME. That's why I'm in theatre. To experience different lives. And I'm perfectly okay with changing my appearance to fit a part. That's my part in a show when acting. Idiots. Don't treat me like a toddler. I've been doing this long enough. Just because I'm a transfer, doesn't mean I don't know shit. I'm not new to this. This has been my life for 8 years. I know a LOT about theatre. More than most people assume. So if they would just do their job, and I just do mine, we're all gonna be fine. The problem is, a lot of techies are just wannabe actors. And that's FINE! It's wonderful to take part in a show even if you don't get cast! It's even admirable! As long as you stay within your position. I don't stand around telling her how to hem a skirt, even though I know how. Fuck that. I'm through. posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 5:08 PM
Monday, January 23, 2006fucked up things happenand they make you question life who you are what is real things like that and maybe because i remained alone because i didn't let anyone else help and i still never let anyone help i am always going to be alone i only exist to me and if i am the only one who knows who i am then do i even exist? also, myspace sucks posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 8:51 PM
Friday, January 20, 2006just call me luckybecause I am he's mine :) posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 10:05 AM
Thursday, January 19, 2006THIS USED TO BE AN ANGRY POST.I AM STILL ANGRY. I AM TAKING SOME WORDS BACK. posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:04 PM
Thursday, January 12, 2006He makes my heart tender :)posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:33 PM
Tuesday, January 10, 2006Suprise! I never write on here, so don't faint or have a heart attack. I just have a lot of time to kill before my voice and diction class. That's right. I went to school today, even though it was raining out. I like the rain a lot more now that I have my hand dandy ducky umbrella compliments of that handsom fella in my life. Updates:Christmas- Went well, saw family, worked a shit ton, got paid the big bucks. I got the following: A beadazzled purse(aunt Pam), an Ireland jacket which I am wearing this very second (aunt Pam), and these hunormous firefly earings and necklace (aunt Pam), MONEY (parentals and grandparentals on both sides), Walmart card (uncle Rob), a collectable Casablanca poster that I need to get a fancy frame for (Kylee), energy drinks and bars (Eric and Yaya), DUCKY (Fella), and Yamaha fancyass keyboard (fella). It was one of the best Christmas-es ever (I have issues pluralizing that word). New Years- Drunk drunk drunk drunk drunk. But first! I worked pretty much all day then went to Chris and Kelly's for a millisecond (WAY FUN AND FANCY THOUGH). Next went to IHOP for my ANNIVERSARY(year 2, bring on the next one)! We are nerds and we like good, cheap food. Alright?? It was incredible. I can't tell you what this guy means to me. I try to explain it and there just aren't words. So, I look forward to SO MUCH more time with him. After that, we didn't have time to go to the batting cages so we headed out to Hussman's for a partay. It was awesome. I tell you, there is nothing like hanging out with a bunch of guys. It is so much fun. It just makes you feel like the belle'o'the'ball. No joke. And then I got completely drunken. Whoo! Caitlin came, which was SUPER FUN. And Andy and Romina came, which was more fun than I had pictured. And I hung out with Matty and Dave and Seib and a whole bunch of other people I can't remember... and I made bedroom eyes from across the room at that boy. I'm not sure if he noticed. And I drunk dialed half my phone list. And then we went to sleep on my new Serta feather pillows and I got to wake up and roll over and look at my favorite sight. WONDERFUL. School- I am attending. I am in a show. That's all I have to say about that right now. I plan to be a better, more studious person this semester. Work- I am very happy, but nervous about working all the time while taking a full course load and doing a show. But honestly, I think I get more accomplished when I'm totally swamped. You know? Theatre- I am almost done with my degree, is what I hear. Also, I am in the Exonerated which will be Feb 15-19 and 21-26. Also, I believe I am in the showcase in late January. However, that freaks me OUT. I would like to audition for Quilters, but rumor has it, Exonerated cast members are not allowed to. Who knows? Um... I am doing Jesus Christ Super Star with Tyner and co. sometime in May, I believe... so excited. I can't even begin to tell you. Finally, I'm looking into the reunion show at Warrick County this summer. Lord knows, I was MADE to be a Cat. THE END posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:07 PM
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