| There is Always a Man |
[Aug. 30th, 2009|08:28 pm] |
I have been absent from writing, this is due to enjoying life. The fall begins and for the first time I don't have to worry about college. I picked up my degree the other day and it's official! I am a college graduate! I graduated Cum Laude too, which I didn't even realize was an honor.
I am working the U.S. Open for the next two weeks. I still don't know if I'm working tomorrow, but we shall see. It will be an experience to say the least. |
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| Moment to Remember |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|12:47 am] |
Tomorrow I will be registering with the Wardrobe Union Local 764. It does not mean I will have a secured job, but it means I'm one step closer to joining the union and getting a job. This is how it works I suppose. These steps that lead to what I've been working toward for the last year. It's a slow uphill climb, but I'm getting there. |
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| Childhood Memories |
[Aug. 22nd, 2009|11:33 am] |
The other day while talking to someone I had a rush of nostalgia. It was odd and surreal, to have memories that I had entirely forgotten come rushing back into my mind.
While I was a young child growing up and moving around from house to house. We had a temporary stay in a camp. The house we were building was not through, but we had sold our old one. So we lived in this camp that was in the middle of the woods.
I don't remember how long we lived in this camp, or why we were even there. It was old and musty. It was far away from everyone we knew, but it was so odd. I do remember sitting in the living room nook. I was reading the comic book version of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I also remember something to do with being soaking wet, but that is all beyond me now. |
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| The Last Five Years |
[Aug. 20th, 2009|05:31 pm] |
Today is the day I moved down to Brooklyn and have been living in the city ever since. Hurray! |
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| It Dawned On Me Today . . . |
[Aug. 4th, 2009|10:48 pm] |
That if I were ever to become famous, suddenly everything I've written here will seem relevant. Until then . . .well that is just irrelevant. |
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| My berfday |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|12:08 am] |
Is less than a week away. That's all for now. |
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| Graduation Party |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|12:39 am] |
I'm upstate this weekend. I wish I felt more inclined to write anything these days. There just has been nothing much to write.
Unfortunately, I do not. |
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| Yay for Next To Normal |
[May. 5th, 2009|05:57 pm] |
Yay! Alice Ripley! This is your year and no one deserves it more than you! Belt your raspy heart out to the Tony Awards!
Hurray for getting 11 Tony Nominations, may it improve ticket sales endlessly!
And for [title of show], I'm glad you got one nomination and may you win that one!! |
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| The Umbrellas Cherbourg |
[Apr. 30th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
I spent most of yesterday throwing up. All this talk of Swine flu had me nervous that I had caught it. Turns out it was probably just food poisoning. Hurrah!
I'm seeing Billy Elliot the Musical tomorrow. It's interesting, it's one of those shows I have little interest in. I loved the movie and thought it was sweet. An Elton John score means I may be terribly disappointed, but perhaps I'll be pleasantly surprised. I heard the dancing is superb and that's why I want to see it.
I meant to write more, but I got distracted looking for The Secret Garden to re-listen to. Oh well, it's not like I have anything profound to say these days. |
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| He Who Shows So Little |
[Apr. 4th, 2009|07:08 pm] |
"He Who Shows So Little"
He who shows so little,
To those who wish to notice.
His eyes squint and his,
Mouth curves into a grin.
The lips that touch my own,
Feeling delight, but without
That singular spark.
I, who shares so much,
To those who don't care.
My eyes open wide and,
With extraneous excitement.
The mouth that shouts out,
Exclamations and heralds!
Spreading tales, without
Much substance.
To we, who reveal so little,
In the ways we see fit.
Conversing and staying silent,
Not feeling any wont to learn,
From each other. Only on those
Rare days will we truly connect. |
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| It's Unfortunate. . . |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|10:09 am] |
A sad loss. Since I'm super close with Vanessa Redgrave and all that. Seriously though, I enjoy her very much.
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| Here I Sit |
[Feb. 25th, 2009|07:12 pm] |
I'm not really that stressed out. Perhaps it's all an act. I reserve time from my day to sit around and wait until this movie needs me. I suppose this isn't "counter productive" to looking for a job. I would rather not be on set, than actually be on set. Oh well, such is life.
So instead I sit on a couch waiting until 8 PM, I suppose. They will call on me at 8 PM. They must, or else I'll have wasted the day.
I don't know honestly, I'll continue to sit here and do homework. As I should be doing. It just seems a waste, a terrible waste. Someday I'll have a proper job. You know, one of those ones that pays. |
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| Ah, But Underneath |
[Feb. 18th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
Surprisingly enough. I used to do a similar dance in my bedroom to this song when I was 13. |
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| If You Should. . . |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|11:05 am] |
An Unorthodox Haiku:
If you should see me
In the street white with snowfall
Please give me love.
For I need it so. |
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| An Open Letter . . . |
[Jan. 9th, 2009|09:18 am] |
To anyone who has seen the movies Capote and Infamous, but not read In Cold Blood,
Ha. Ha. Ha. All silliness aside, seriously?
Regards,
E. Iguana |
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| Harold Pinter and... |
[Dec. 25th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
Eartha Kitt. The holidays can be so cruel sometimes. She was a small lady, but a lot of woman. R.I.P. |
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| Returning "Home" |
[Dec. 20th, 2008|10:00 am] |
The semester is finished and as predicted by the great prophets. I will return upstate. It's going to be a trip to remember, or perhaps not. It will read and look for jobs. I will argue with my father and hang out with friends. It's all like it used to be.
I was going to write something meaningful, but I have an emergency errand to run before I go home. Oh, to get pregnant now! |
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