Today is Dallas' birthday!!! Yeeee!!! I only wish I was home to party with her.
The boyfriend leaves in a few hours to go home. :( I don't know what I'm going to do without another person in the apartment. It's going to be so quiet. Maybe I'll watch the movies I got for cheap because Borders is going out of business.
Saw The Devil's Double last night with the boyfriend. Word of advice (to anyone who stumbles upon this entry): Don't. Don't bother. The true story of Latif is really interesting, but has been turned into just another Hollywood action film that loses its plot 20 minutes into the thing. Seriously, the audience hates Uday when the story starts and hates him in the end, so what was the point? And for the actor playing Uday to verbally say that he could not find one single reason to fight for his character makes him coward, in my opinion. Of course Uday was a monster, but if you want to be a great actor and make extremely interesting drama/conflict happen, you have to find reasons to like your character. You're boring if you don't. And that's exactly what happened with the film. Let's not even talk about how none of the main actors were Iraqis. The star is from England and the girl who played his lover is French. I'm only glad that I paid $4 to see this movie (thanks, Groupon).
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Dreams II
More weird dreams that I have had. If I were any good at writing plays or stories I would be set for life.
1. I dreamt that there were five of us getting married on the same day, in the same location. And, since we were all there, we decided to be each others bridesmaids. I have no idea who these other girls were, but we pretty much took turns being the maid of honor. When it came time for my wedding, however, not only did I have these girls around as my bridesmaids, but I also had Ashleigh and Hilary (who were wearing oriental dresses), and Sharone showed up in a cloak and took it off with that pretentious air she sometimes has and tried to be center of attention. Where was I during this? In the audience. That's right, I watched my wedding happen without me. And at some point I went down there, sat with my husband-to-be and was given a bird in a gold birdcage.
2. Chris and Justin were living together in this strangely built apartment that had low ceilings. They were moving out and decided to give me the apartment. I walked around the apartment and found a locked door with a window, covered by a curtain. I moved the curtain and found an entire room filled with puppets, and there was a puppet standing behind the door. Staring at me.
3. I helped T.O.P. shave his head. *Hot*
1. I dreamt that there were five of us getting married on the same day, in the same location. And, since we were all there, we decided to be each others bridesmaids. I have no idea who these other girls were, but we pretty much took turns being the maid of honor. When it came time for my wedding, however, not only did I have these girls around as my bridesmaids, but I also had Ashleigh and Hilary (who were wearing oriental dresses), and Sharone showed up in a cloak and took it off with that pretentious air she sometimes has and tried to be center of attention. Where was I during this? In the audience. That's right, I watched my wedding happen without me. And at some point I went down there, sat with my husband-to-be and was given a bird in a gold birdcage.
2. Chris and Justin were living together in this strangely built apartment that had low ceilings. They were moving out and decided to give me the apartment. I walked around the apartment and found a locked door with a window, covered by a curtain. I moved the curtain and found an entire room filled with puppets, and there was a puppet standing behind the door. Staring at me.
3. I helped T.O.P. shave his head. *Hot*
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Dreams, July 24th
I've been having weird dreams lately, and need a place to write them down. This seems like a good place.
1. Last nights dream: I was in a car with my mom looking for some place. When we parked, we found ourselves in a deserted area. She went one way, and I went walking around by myself. I found an abandoned building, completely open, no doors, and decided to walk in. But when I did, I had a flashback of something horrible/scary that happened before - a la Rob Zombie film - and ran out of there, got back into the car and waited for my mom to come back. When she did she was holding a pair of turquoise shoes. She handed them to me saying she found this pair of turquoise ballet flats and thought I would like to have them. I put them on and thought them to be uncomfortable, until I took out the soles and found that the shoes weren't ballet flats, but one of those t-strap sandals (but thicker, and black) and lace-ups. Now my feet were in these contraptions. Then we drove off to my alma mater, where she dropped me off. I wasn't allowed to be there, but I walked into Dempsey anyway. I was looking for someone, I don't know who. I was walking up the stairs (which were different than the stairs in the real Dempsey), when I saw Trish (an older sorority sister/RA back in her day) coming down. I immediately swung myself underneath the staircase, holding on to railings built under there, hoping I wouldn't be caught. I was, however, and was pushed off campus. Not knowing what to do, I walked to, what was in this dream, Monterrey's, where I ran into Tiffany, Laura, Jessie and Neal. They were all sitting outside eating chips and salsa, drinking margaritas. Tiffany, however, was pouring rum into her tequila-heavy margarita. I joined them for a glass, and when I was done went inside to get another round. But I was stopped, because my name had been called to do karaoke. So I sang, and went back outside to find that everyone had started walking to their cars - except for Tiffany, who was completely drunk and pouring her drink onto the ground and breaking things as she went. Next thing I know, it was morning and I was at Monterrey's again, but with my mom and the manager of the restaurant, explaining to him that it was not me who was destructive the night before. And as I was telling him this, I had a guilt come over me because I wasn't sure if I should tell him who it was or if I should keep my mouth shut. But he finally got over it, when he, for some reason, remembered that it wasn't me. It couldn't have been. So he let me and my mother go, and we went off to a secluded grocery store where we spent the longest time trying to find desserts that we could use for my dads new dessert cafe (??). He wanted ones that were gluten-free, because of me, but also things that normal people would like. And then my dads assistant (??) came in saying that the new toilet to the cafe had been installed and that it was really cool, because it was a Scottish toilet. ... And then I woke up.
WHAAAAAAAAT????
2. The night before that: I dreamt that I was dead, but had been given life again. I was like who I was before, except that I had nothing inside me. No organs, bones, nothing. So I had to go searching for them, and when I found them they were in a filing cabinet flattened out, and when I picked them up they were made of paper. So I had to spend my time figuring out how to get them back they way they were, without ripping or ruining them.
... WEIRD.
3. Three nights ago: I was trying to set up a party for the boyfriend - either a "congratulations on your success" party or a birthday party, couldn't figure it out. The only location I could afford, however, was a tiny dorm room - no windows, no furniture, no appliances, about the size of the maintenance room at work. The party was the next night and I was freaking out about how I was going to throw this party for him, knowing that no one could fit into this place. Then Amy showed up saying that she lived in the room next door and said that we could use her place. She said that she lived with a lot of people, but she was the only one in town for the week. So we went in, and saw that the floor was filled up with beds and a big screen tv on the wall. It was great for whatever party I was throwing, so we started to set up. Then we got a knock on the door, and saw our gay, black friend, Craig (??), outside. He was there for the party, but he was a day early so we told him to go home.
... UHHHH .... WHAT?
1. Last nights dream: I was in a car with my mom looking for some place. When we parked, we found ourselves in a deserted area. She went one way, and I went walking around by myself. I found an abandoned building, completely open, no doors, and decided to walk in. But when I did, I had a flashback of something horrible/scary that happened before - a la Rob Zombie film - and ran out of there, got back into the car and waited for my mom to come back. When she did she was holding a pair of turquoise shoes. She handed them to me saying she found this pair of turquoise ballet flats and thought I would like to have them. I put them on and thought them to be uncomfortable, until I took out the soles and found that the shoes weren't ballet flats, but one of those t-strap sandals (but thicker, and black) and lace-ups. Now my feet were in these contraptions. Then we drove off to my alma mater, where she dropped me off. I wasn't allowed to be there, but I walked into Dempsey anyway. I was looking for someone, I don't know who. I was walking up the stairs (which were different than the stairs in the real Dempsey), when I saw Trish (an older sorority sister/RA back in her day) coming down. I immediately swung myself underneath the staircase, holding on to railings built under there, hoping I wouldn't be caught. I was, however, and was pushed off campus. Not knowing what to do, I walked to, what was in this dream, Monterrey's, where I ran into Tiffany, Laura, Jessie and Neal. They were all sitting outside eating chips and salsa, drinking margaritas. Tiffany, however, was pouring rum into her tequila-heavy margarita. I joined them for a glass, and when I was done went inside to get another round. But I was stopped, because my name had been called to do karaoke. So I sang, and went back outside to find that everyone had started walking to their cars - except for Tiffany, who was completely drunk and pouring her drink onto the ground and breaking things as she went. Next thing I know, it was morning and I was at Monterrey's again, but with my mom and the manager of the restaurant, explaining to him that it was not me who was destructive the night before. And as I was telling him this, I had a guilt come over me because I wasn't sure if I should tell him who it was or if I should keep my mouth shut. But he finally got over it, when he, for some reason, remembered that it wasn't me. It couldn't have been. So he let me and my mother go, and we went off to a secluded grocery store where we spent the longest time trying to find desserts that we could use for my dads new dessert cafe (??). He wanted ones that were gluten-free, because of me, but also things that normal people would like. And then my dads assistant (??) came in saying that the new toilet to the cafe had been installed and that it was really cool, because it was a Scottish toilet. ... And then I woke up.
WHAAAAAAAAT????
2. The night before that: I dreamt that I was dead, but had been given life again. I was like who I was before, except that I had nothing inside me. No organs, bones, nothing. So I had to go searching for them, and when I found them they were in a filing cabinet flattened out, and when I picked them up they were made of paper. So I had to spend my time figuring out how to get them back they way they were, without ripping or ruining them.
... WEIRD.
3. Three nights ago: I was trying to set up a party for the boyfriend - either a "congratulations on your success" party or a birthday party, couldn't figure it out. The only location I could afford, however, was a tiny dorm room - no windows, no furniture, no appliances, about the size of the maintenance room at work. The party was the next night and I was freaking out about how I was going to throw this party for him, knowing that no one could fit into this place. Then Amy showed up saying that she lived in the room next door and said that we could use her place. She said that she lived with a lot of people, but she was the only one in town for the week. So we went in, and saw that the floor was filled up with beds and a big screen tv on the wall. It was great for whatever party I was throwing, so we started to set up. Then we got a knock on the door, and saw our gay, black friend, Craig (??), outside. He was there for the party, but he was a day early so we told him to go home.
... UHHHH .... WHAT?
July 24th
I'm so bad at keeping up with this. Jeez ... so, uhh, yeah.
Summer has been alright. I don't think I ever do well when I have nothing to do for any amount of time. I've auditioned for a few shows in the city - all of them kinda stupid. Wasn't expecting any outcome from these, I only wanted to see what would happen in an audition since it's been so long since I've done a real one. I keep getting anxiety attacks when thinking about this. Part of me feels like I have no talent at all, and that I should be getting gigs right now; but the other half knows that I am still in training and that I will be taking an audition technique class later this year, so I have nothing to worry about. It sucks to think the way I think sometimes.
I have also been working a lot. I took another shift for the summer, and have been miserable lately. It's not a bad job, really. I don't mind getting paid $12/hr (what up, raise?!) to play on the computer and occasionally do something for the club. I'm just tired of the pretentious attitudes of the people who live in this building. I lost count of how many times people have threatened to tell on me to my manager and make sure I get fired. For what? For asking if you were members and doing the job I was hired to do? Okay. See how that goes, because instead of firing me I got a raise. I also don't like it when there is no one in the gym - like today. What's the point? Especially if I'm not allowed to sit down for the 8-hr shifts I have. BUT it has been nice to be able to take days off and not be reprimanded by my boss, like at the evil chicken vinyl house. I was able to take my birthday week off (23!!) and spend it with my mom who came to visit. However, this relationship I have with this place will end soon. September soon. The one thing I will miss: the pool. Nothing else matters.
I had to cut a friendship a couple weeks ago, as well. Turns out my Korean friend had fallen in love with me (wtf?) and assumed I felt the same. He would come to my place unannounced and get upset if I wasn't there or if I was asleep and didn't answer. It got to the point where I didn't feel safe, and my parents and boyfriend hated it ... and so I said goodbye. It was a painful process, but it was for the best.
Without a friend to hang out with, I've been spending A LOT of time with the boyfriend this summer. Yes, "boyfriend." It's gotten to that point. It's been nice. Really nice, actually. I would have been lonely this entire summer if it weren't for him. We tend to go out, eat, play music, eat, watch movies, eat, go to random museum exhibits, EAT. I feel sorry for him, though. I've been sad a lot lately (an anxiety and self-consciousness takeover, I guess) and he tends to worry about me. I'm hoping to snap out of it soon. I hate this side of me, and I hate that it makes him worry. But we just finished participating in Restaurant Week - we went to three restaurants (French, Russian and New American) and paid $35 each for a three-course meal. We even finished out with a bang on our last night when they messed up my order and gave us a free entree in addition to my meal. Woo. End result, though: Grungy places are better. He leaves in a couple of weeks to visit home, and then he is moving to Brooklyn. Not sure what's going to happen then. I guess I'll just have more time to study and play my cello. And maybe take a trip to Brooklyn - I mean, I've never seen it in daylight before.
I think that's the dl of what's up with my summer thus far. Not much, unfortunately. I start school again in September and will be busy once again (Yay!) with scenes and one-act productions. I'm curious to know what group I will be in and what production I will be working on, but that brings on more anxiety so enough of that. Back to the boring job of answering the phone and telling people that the spa is booked till closing. It's fun. Trust me.
Summer has been alright. I don't think I ever do well when I have nothing to do for any amount of time. I've auditioned for a few shows in the city - all of them kinda stupid. Wasn't expecting any outcome from these, I only wanted to see what would happen in an audition since it's been so long since I've done a real one. I keep getting anxiety attacks when thinking about this. Part of me feels like I have no talent at all, and that I should be getting gigs right now; but the other half knows that I am still in training and that I will be taking an audition technique class later this year, so I have nothing to worry about. It sucks to think the way I think sometimes.
I have also been working a lot. I took another shift for the summer, and have been miserable lately. It's not a bad job, really. I don't mind getting paid $12/hr (what up, raise?!) to play on the computer and occasionally do something for the club. I'm just tired of the pretentious attitudes of the people who live in this building. I lost count of how many times people have threatened to tell on me to my manager and make sure I get fired. For what? For asking if you were members and doing the job I was hired to do? Okay. See how that goes, because instead of firing me I got a raise. I also don't like it when there is no one in the gym - like today. What's the point? Especially if I'm not allowed to sit down for the 8-hr shifts I have. BUT it has been nice to be able to take days off and not be reprimanded by my boss, like at the evil chicken vinyl house. I was able to take my birthday week off (23!!) and spend it with my mom who came to visit. However, this relationship I have with this place will end soon. September soon. The one thing I will miss: the pool. Nothing else matters.
I had to cut a friendship a couple weeks ago, as well. Turns out my Korean friend had fallen in love with me (wtf?) and assumed I felt the same. He would come to my place unannounced and get upset if I wasn't there or if I was asleep and didn't answer. It got to the point where I didn't feel safe, and my parents and boyfriend hated it ... and so I said goodbye. It was a painful process, but it was for the best.
Without a friend to hang out with, I've been spending A LOT of time with the boyfriend this summer. Yes, "boyfriend." It's gotten to that point. It's been nice. Really nice, actually. I would have been lonely this entire summer if it weren't for him. We tend to go out, eat, play music, eat, watch movies, eat, go to random museum exhibits, EAT. I feel sorry for him, though. I've been sad a lot lately (an anxiety and self-consciousness takeover, I guess) and he tends to worry about me. I'm hoping to snap out of it soon. I hate this side of me, and I hate that it makes him worry. But we just finished participating in Restaurant Week - we went to three restaurants (French, Russian and New American) and paid $35 each for a three-course meal. We even finished out with a bang on our last night when they messed up my order and gave us a free entree in addition to my meal. Woo. End result, though: Grungy places are better. He leaves in a couple of weeks to visit home, and then he is moving to Brooklyn. Not sure what's going to happen then. I guess I'll just have more time to study and play my cello. And maybe take a trip to Brooklyn - I mean, I've never seen it in daylight before.
I think that's the dl of what's up with my summer thus far. Not much, unfortunately. I start school again in September and will be busy once again (Yay!) with scenes and one-act productions. I'm curious to know what group I will be in and what production I will be working on, but that brings on more anxiety so enough of that. Back to the boring job of answering the phone and telling people that the spa is booked till closing. It's fun. Trust me.
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