I want to rock and roll all night and party every day.
2004-09-26 3:15 p.m.
So I got what? Three maybe four hours of sleep last night? I was asked to DJ at my friend Beth's birthday last night. I took the easy way out by burning some compilation CDs. Later I ended up in the basement with the karaoke machine keeping things going and streamlined. At one point we had KFK and Naomi Free Radio going in the basement. I'm sure the neighbors loved that. There's nothing quite like watching your coworkers sing "Time Warp" from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The result of the evening was I was too busy to drink and didn't get home until five this morning. I took a nap but am still tried. Hopefully the fatigue will make me extra hysterical and spontaneous tonight.
1 People have tried to sell me ViagraWe be jammin' yeah.
2004-09-24 12:54 p.m.
I went to improv last night and worked on Showmanship (Showwomanship)? It was a fab workshop as it was very small and lots of pro players were there. My favorite scene of the night was going on stage and slitting the history channel announcer's throat while he was talking about war week. Really, it was just revenge as he put an axe through my stomach two weeks ago. Humblest apologies to Amy who fell asleep on the counter waiting while Nate, Luke and I jammed for 45 minutes after the workshop. We came up with some weird ass stuff.
0 People have tried to sell me ViagraContinuing with the theme.
2004-09-23 9:46 a.m.
I might as well continue in the dorking out of KFK. I have two more Associated Student Body (ASB) cards for you. The first in my undergrad card from University of Puget Sound. This card should teach you one thing: "Do not try to cut your own hair!" Look at how freakishly crooked my bangs are. No, the picture isn't over exposed, I actually was that pale as I had spend the entire summer starting college early and lived in the basement of the UPS library. I also appear to be wearing a vest.
Next I give you my graduate ASB card from Portland State University. I think it's strange that I went from UPS to PSU. I also spent two parts of my life with a Viking as a mascot. Which is cool because I've always wanted to be a valkyrie. I got crap for this picture for pushing my hair around the side. When I moved to Portland I decided I was going to grow my hair way long because I had the assymetrical bob from 1986-1993. I really didn't know what to do with long hair as it was always in my way, falling into my face, food, beer, whatever.
To see what I actually look like now click on the pictures link on the left. I grew up fairly okay. There still are hair and fashion faux pas but they aren't quite as extreme now.
The shy angry girl in the corner.
2004-09-22 7:03 p.m.
We'll file this hairstyle under "it seemed like a good idea at the time." My mother wouldn't let me wear black for my school picture so I'm wearing one of her pretty Nordstrom dress shirts. You will notice however that the collar is up. As my 8th grade camp counsellor used to say to us as she tweaked up our polo shirt collars: "Practice being prep."
That was my sophomore year. I feel old. My comments are HTML enabled so feel free to post your high school picture. I bet you were cooler than I was.
2 People have tried to sell me ViagraThank you.
2004-09-22 11:15 a.m.
Inspired by all the list making going on at my friends blogs. I give you things that I�m thankful for:
Starbucks coffee.
That fact that Francesca is always on call for Celtic Therapy.
Red wine.
Migraine medication (see above).
Smart Park lowering their daily rate from $12 to $9.
That my back isn�t broken.
Books books books and more books.
Tivo.
I don�t hate my job.
"I�m Dr. Zoidberg, homeowner!"
My two hysterical felines.
McDonald�s French fries.
Word processors.
E-mail. (other wise I would never talk to any of you)
My beloved iPod.
Friends/Family/Healers - all of you keep me sane. (no easy task)
Holy Fricking Crap.
2004-09-21 2:11 p.m.
I just got the casting call for this weekend and I will be performing in my very first improv show. I have stage fright already. I think I'm going to throw up.
8 People have tried to sell me ViagraThe demons.
2004-09-21 9:37 a.m.
I�ve pretty much lived alone for the last fifteen years with a brief two year stint of cohabitation. Despite my quest for domestic bliss, I really love living alone. I can eat when I want, clothing is purely optional, no one bitches about what�s on the telly and I can take hour long bubble baths and read. But there are two things that make living alone really really awful and one of them happened last night.
I woke up at 3:00am in a cold sweat from a horrible nightmare. The really bad ones usually include people trying to hurt me, in this one they were using broken bottles and syringes full of something lethal. I remember trying to call 911 and they assured me the police were on the way but no one ever came to help me. The really bad ones usually include me asking for help and no one coming.
I got up and walked around the house, drank a glass of water, checked on the cats and went back to bed. Then I heard a mysterious banging noise in the next bedroom so I jumped up and grabbed the nearest weapon I could find � a four foot bo staff and again walked through the house seeing if anyone needed their ass kicked. By now my adrenaline was sky high so when I finally went back to bed assured that the perimeter was secured, I hugged the blankets and shook for half an hour until I could finally fall back asleep. Luckily my dreams from then on were quiet and routine.
It would have been nice to have someone pet my hair and tell me it was just a dream and everything was going to be all right. It would have been nice if someone bigger than me could have walked around the house with a stick to scare the demons away.
6 People have tried to sell me ViagraThe sea be a harsh mistress. Arrrgh.
2004-09-20 10:10 a.m.
I forgot to write about Talk Like a Pirate Day. I met up with a large group of friends at Salvador Molly�s for happy hour and some pirate cookin.� We even saw some people there dressed up as pirates. We got free eye patches and a bag of booty for saying "Arrrgh!" The waitress soon learned that it wasn�t a good idea to give our table extra peanuts because we were having some serious peanut fights. Mad props to disabled Jessie for getting a peanut wedged in my cleavage from across the table. I felt obligated to drink rum so I ordered a couple Passionate Pirates. (Then I ordered a drink � ha ha ha ha. It�s still not funny the third time I tell it, I know. My apologies.)
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2004-09-20 9:49 a.m.
Life suddenly seems overwhelming so I�m doing some personal therapy:
Number one: I�m dropping the heavy load of research for awhile. I�ve had to write up a bibliography in order to keep track of all the books I�m reading. I know absolutely everything about the romantic poets from their writings, biographies, letters and journals. I can stop now and start reading trashy fiction for a month.
Number two: I need to start writing some fiction every day. Strange things are happening to me, like Marae showing up in my car and poking me in the side with her sword. �I need to go to the Vatican� she whispers urgently to me. That and the fact that David the Assassin is threatening to come back into my dreams if I don�t start writing about him. I know this sounds like I�m insane but I�ve had invisible friends since I started writing novels as a kid.
Number three: I need more cashmere in my life. I don�t care if I have to forego the bars and eat only lean cuisines for a couple of weeks, I�m stocking up on soft warm beautiful cashmere sweaters. They make me feel ultra feminine and warm which is what I need right now.
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