May 31, 2006

201

So, apparently, I hit the 200 mark with my last post....cahrayzy!

Anyhow, I was on the internets, and found this:

goth prom candid.jpg


Anyone look familiar???

Crazy, yo...crazy.

And, just a reminder...Otter...tonight!!!

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it's over

So, the drama is over. He decided to end the friendship, although he tried to say that the ball was in my court. If it were truly in my court, he wouldn't have made the choice to lie, in effect ending the friendship months ago. He wouldn't have cut me off now, with no effort to be honest.

i had hoped to say good-bye to him in person, but he didn't want to. So, I had to do so via e-mail...of course what I said was misconstrued, and he tried to play the victim. But, I am over that. I am moving on. Silly me, I thought that since I was married, I wouldn't have to deal with this bullshit. It feels like a break-up, only worse. Oh well, at least I have G. He is the best. At least I can move on now, and not try to care about someone who was using me.

Thanks to all of you who have been through all sorts of crap with me, and were honest with me, and let me offer you my perspective, whether you used it or not. Thanks to all of you I call friends. I know i don't say it enough, but I appreciate all of you, no matter where you are. Thanks for not abusing our friendship, and for sticking with me even when I haven't been easy to stick with. It means the world to me.

For those of you who are local, please stop by the Otter tonight for karaoke, and Valdis' going away party. I need some friendly faces, and probably a hug or two.

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May 24, 2006

ATTENTION ALL LADIES (and gents too): PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!!

Please read the following, as this is an important warning meant to protect your relationship.

I recently discovered that I have an agenda. That agenda is to get your boyfriend/fiance/husband/random guy in bed with me. Yes, you have now read it on the internet, so it must be true. Take all necessary measures to show how SECURE you are with yourself and your relationship, and how much you TRUST your guy. Ultimatums work wonders. Tell him it's you or me, and he must choose. IF you are the guy, stop speaking to me and don't tell me why. This is especially good to do if you've only met me once, maybe twice, and know nothing about me. It shows you have conviction and will believe anything, without getting any confirmation. Guys, this shows you are also secure in your relationship, and proves you have huge, giant balls.

Once you have your relationship secured, start telling everyone you can what a mantrap I am. Warn them to stay away from me, no matter how crazy they might say you are. Nevermind that am happily married to an awesome guy, and we trust each, and are in love. I'm still after YOUR guy!

Can you tell that someone is doing this to me?? I found out last night when I went over to see what was up with my formerly best friend. Apparently, after the drama of early March, his BSC girlfriend said I had an agenda, which was to get him to have sex with me. Of course, she also thought we were making out on the sofa, and was trying to say that G said that he was disgusted by our behavior. (guess what? We weren't! Guesss what else? He didn't!) Fortunately (?) he stood up for me. However, one of our other friends and his girlfriend (who I will refer to as Miss U) were there, said girlfriend (who I thought was cool) took the side of BSC girlfriend or something, and now was also saying I had an agenda. She then gave my friend an ultimatum, that he could either be my friend or be her boyfriend. Well, I think he realized he was not getting into my pants...ever, since he apparently chose her. This explains why he hasn't spoken to me since March, and why he didn't RSVP for Geoff's birthday party (which makes him look like an even bigger dumbass). The guy I was talking to last night said that when he called Miss U to tell her he broke up with her now good friend, BSC girlfriend, because he didn't want her to hate him, she offered him the unsolicited advice to stay away from me, because I had an agenda. He told her I wasn't a threat, and she went on about her ultimatum.

So, here I'm thinking Miss U is a cute girl with a boyfriend who is crazy about her, she might be a little secure (I now know that BSC girlfriend had every reason to be insecure, part of which was her own fault, the rest of which was his, but that's a whole other barrel of monkeys...). I also thought she was a cool person, and an adult. Silly me, I thought that making up shit about people, and giving people such ultimatums only happened in Junior high (well, I'll be fair, probably high school, too). But, I was wrong. I also thought that Mr. M and I were friends...not best friends, but at least reasonable friends who could talk about stuff, and hang out. However, he didn't even have the courtesy to tell me what people were saying, and that people were inexplicably turning against me, find out the truth, I don't know, anything an adult might do.

I guess at least now I know. This means I can get rid of that negative energy and baggage, and steer clear.

But, for the record, you have been warned: I am a THREAT!!

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May 22, 2006

i was up above it...

...now I'm down in it...

Ahh...Trent, you always know what's up.

So, a week ago was the infamous Goth Prom. Originally, I was totally going to make something for it, I even had fabric! Alas, since I had other projects I haven't even been able to work on due to exhaustion from work and rehearsal, that was not meant to be. So, I donned the infamous Bride of Frankenstein dress, picked up a black and red wig, and rocked my super tall boots. G picked up a Lip Service Pervy Priest coat with his birthday moola, and looked pretty rocking. He got his hair cut, and I dyed it for him for extra gothy goodness. We were pretty well coordinated, and as soon as I can, I will totally post pictures.

While I had a decent time at last year's prom, G had just gotten out of the hospital, I was sick, and we were po'. This year, we had a fantastic time. I rushed home from rehearsal to get ready. We went to Otter's first to see our peeps there, as promised. It was totally worth it, since Ms. Everlastingwhy actually sang! And, she rocked the house!! We were requested to sing "Time Warp" from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and my Columbia actually caused people in the bar to burst out into spontaneous applause. Whoohoo! We took that as our moment to leave, and headed for the Saloon. It was crowded, but not obnoxiously so. We spotted out favorite bartender from Ground Zero behind the bar, guest bartending. Yay! We wandered around in search of peeps we knew, and found them fairly quickly. The Seamster looked very goth formal, and we saw MissStage, which was a surprise...she looked adorable with her hair all curled. We danced a lot...well, I danced a lot, G danced a bit. G won a gift card to The Local, which is perfect for Movieoke this week. I won a free piercing. This is funny, because I've been thinking about a standard nose piercing. I asked G about getting one after Glass Menagerie closes. We had this discussion on Sunday. Weird. So, now I get it for free. One of the fun/funny things about Goth Prom, is the DJ's play music you will never hear outside of Goth Prom, unless you are playing it yourself, because it is a stereotypical goth song. The songs that everyone knows, and you hear on the radio. So, we got to hear Closer, Beautiful People, Bela Lugosi is Dead...fun. The awesome DJ (Mr. Nitrogen) ended the evening with my favorite....The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove. Sigh. Fun times.

Then, we fast forward to Friday. This would be the Otter Prom. Now, I am the world's biggest dork. I totally knew that this would be my only chance to ever be the queen of anything, so I really wanted to be Prom Queen. Anyhow, I had to close at work, suck. So, I crammed my prom dress and such into my locker for the day so I could go right from work. G wound up renting a tux, with tails and top hat, since I wanted him to be dressed up as well. We invited lots of friends, but only two showed up...a friend of Geoff's and one of my best friends. Anyhow, it started off sort of weird. I changed at work, into a dress I wore in a wedding, that I love (it's plum and navy tafetta) complete with cheesy prom garter. I get in my car after, and it won't start. I call G back and ask if someoen can come and get me. His friend offers, and he asks me what happens when I try to start the car. I tell him, and he says it sounds like the security system (which has been trouble lately). He says he is on his way, and hangs up. I ponder momentarily, then start hitting the button on the remote. Eventually, the car will start. So, I call back, and have them abort the rescue of me from the work parking lot. I arrive to the bar, and have have G help me zip my dress...then we make our entrance...hurray! I get a drink passed to me from G's friend, because it is too frou-frou for him. I ask my friend why he came alone. he said he didn't have anyone to bring. I ask him why he didn't bring the girl he was out with before he came to the bar. This is the beginning of the drama. i sing some Garbage (the band), we drink, my friend tells me he will talk to me on Tuesday, and I say that's fine because I already know what's going on, he says I don't, I say, Oh yeah I do...he finally has me tell him what I think I know, and I was totally right. He somehow thinks I don't catch on to things. Ha. Anyhow, after more karaokeing, and drinking and such, he tells me something. Something which he has been lying to me about since Novemeber. Something that makes me ill. Something that makes most of what he has told me since November to be untrue. I get up and whisper to G, I think he and I are done, and tell him why. G and I go outside to "get some air" and talk to some of our other friends that are regulars for a bit. We come back in, and I can't remember the exact flow of events, because a lot went down. So, in a nutshell, G and I get crowned Prom King and Queen. We get the world's cheesiest crowns, we get a prom picture frame, and these Guatemalan figurines that are funny and bizarre. Mine was a bride, and Geoff's was a peach, and when you lift the tops off, there are little naked people underneath. So weird, but funny. I was insanely happy. See, I told you I am a dork. I sing some more, including a duet with G, which was fun. Finally, my friend approaches me about what he told me, and I tell him we are done. He tries to talk his way out of it, and I go outside. I talk to some people, and they ask about the drama, I tell tehm that I'm pretty sure I am no longer friends with someone who was one of my best friends. Then, I see my friend walk right past me to his car. I am pissed that he is leaving without saying anything. So, I go over to him and we start arguing. G comes out to tell me one of our friends from the bar bought us drinks, so I go back in with a to be continued. I come back out, and tell G he can go home, and I will call him if I need a ride. We wind up arguing all the way back to his apartment, where we continue to talk on the sofa, until I literally crash. He had to go, so he gave me a key to lock up when G picked me up. So, I go out at about the point where G should be arriving. Mind you, I am still dressed in my dress, holding a plastic crown, and it is 10 in the morning on a Saturday. There are people moving out of the building, including 2 little boys. they proceed to ask me all about prom. How do you explain that you are closer to thirty than twenty, went to a prom the night before, got into a huge arguement with your best friend, were trying to talk it out, you fell asleep and now your husband is picking you up to get your car and hopefully you will be able to cram a nap in before you go to work. Not to mention that you feel like hell bcause someone you cared about and trusted totally let you down. Ummm...yeah...I told them the prom was later that day when they asked why I was already wearing my prom dress. G picked me up and we talked. G was ticked, because he had asked my friend to leave, because he knew I would want to talk, and he knew that the two of us wouldn't accomplish anything. I wish I would have known. Maybe I would have gotten some sleep in some comfy PJs at home. Oh well. I am not sure what is going to happen. I am going to talk to him tomorrow when I return his key (that sounds weird, doesn't it). If nothing else, I think I will need to keep my distance for a while. He has issues I can't deal with, not to mention he took my trust and abused it. What's funny about this, is he was telling me earlier in the week how much it meant to him that he could trust me, because it's hard for him to trust people. HA!, Mr Lyiing McLiesalot.

It makes me wonder why I even talk to other people. My sister's tee-shirt has it right. "The only thing worse than being alone, is being with other people."

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May 15, 2006

awesome

This is freaking awesome. And, yes, I have used both systems...and I still don't like Macs.

Clicky for the funny.

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May 05, 2006

Sonofa...

The first "player" of this game posts a blog with the topic "six weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to wite a blog about six weird habits/things as well as to state these instructions clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names. Dont forget to leave a comment that says "you've been tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

<sarcasm>Wow. This is going to be really difficult for me, since I am oh so normal.</sarcasm>

1) I talk to the TV. I mean really, really talk to it. I talk to the characters, make comments, you name it. Drinking exacerbates this. Apparently some people find this annoying. I stick my tongue out at those people.

2) I will only eat Tic-Tacs in even numbers. Preferably pairs, but four or six will do.

3) I cannot rip gift-wrapping paper. I carefully unwrap gifts, then fold the paper. I don't care if other people rip the paper, but I am incapable of doing so myself. If the paper is large enough, I reuse it. Otherwise, it goes in the trash, neatly folded.

4) I am terrified of the telephone. Making calls, answering calls...the whole thing freaks me out.

5) I am terrified to an even more extreme degree by spiders and insects. If someone is even talking about them, I can feel their little legs crawling on me. Even worse is if someone mimics their crawly legs with their fingers. I get to the point where I will start to cry.

6) I love researching things. For roles, I intensely learn everything about the time period, the clothing, the place, anything possibly related. I will do this for books, for films I've seen, if I hear something in passing, I will often look it up and start learning all sorts of stuff about it. Usually it has absolutely no purpose but to satisfy my curiosity.

I am tagging Toni, Leanna, GSeven, Travis, Everlastingwhy, and Benq.

Posted by raven at 11:36 PM | Comments (0)

May 03, 2006

...good news...

So, I'm about to go plop on the sofa for a short spring nap. (for some crazy reason I agreed to work a long overnight shift at the old full time job, hence I need a nap) But, I thought I would share a bit of pleasant news.

Monday, I auditioned for The Glass Menagerie. I did my monologue from Journey to the Day and wore a vintage dress that Geoff's grandmother gave to me. The director seemed impressed by my audition, and proceeded to ask me about conflicts. He asked what part I was interested in, and was pleased to hear me say Laura (I so wanted to be a smart ass and say "Tom. I'm looking to challenge myself as an actor.") then asked if I could do a southern dialect. I said I could, however, I told told him, a Missouri accent is slight, if any. He told me I was totally on the right page, and seemed pleased that I knew something about dialects. He told me he would definitely be in touch. Later that evening, I got a call from a friend who auditioned for the show on Saturday. He was asked to read again at the end of Monday night. He called me after he read, and asked if I wanted some good news. He proceeded to say that he didn't want to jinx anything, but that he was talking to the director, and the director said he wanted me to do Laura. Let me tell you, yesterday was tough to get through. I checked my voice mail at every possible moment. It was harder to know that he was considering me...what if he changed his mind?? I came home to a message on my answering machine, I returned the call, and was offered the role!! I don't know the rest of the cast yet. I am hoping my friend is in it...we would have so much fun! (Now that I know what I got, I am nervous for him...he has to wait a couple more days, because the director wanted more time to cast the men.) I guess I just want a strong cast. The theatre is lovely, and the set that was up for the current show was beautiful...so I'm guessing that as long as our cast kicks ass...we should be good to go.

Whew...now I can breathe a bit. I also don't feel like such an ass for researching Missouri dialects and "pleurosis" (more commonly known as pleurisy). Now, I am listening to dialects from Missouri, and once I'm done re-reading Little Women (it's a long story), I am going to get cracking on my lines. I feel like Laura is so different from me, and I really want to get her right...and not seem like a limping jackass...so I want to get the lines down so I can really focus on character.

Ugh...I am sleepy. I'll write more when I am more awake...

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