| 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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| Liza At The Palace |
[Dec. 19th, 2008|02:27 pm] |
The semester is through. It's time for Christmas and it's blizzarding out. I feel weird. Odd.
My gift for you...
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| Liza Is INDEED at the Palace |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|09:22 am] |
Click HERE to see a preview of an epic video. I'm making soon.
I decided to do it through blogger this time. The real video will be through youtube. |
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| The Who's Tommy Reunion |
[Dec. 15th, 2008|09:33 am] |
Two Things.
One.
I'm seeing the The Who's Tommy the musical's 15th Anniversary Concert tonight. This show came out in 1993/94 and was about to close until they performed on the Tony Awards. I wish I could've seen it on Broadway. It's one of my favorite soundtracks...
Two.
In New Orleans. At Pat O'Briens. We discovered Babs Woods. She played the piano, took requests and made darling jokes to her drunken audience members...
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| First Thing... |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|09:48 am] |
Something about my High School Years just clicked...
I need time to figure this one out. |
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| The Days of Wine and Roses |
[Dec. 13th, 2008|07:32 pm] |
It seems those days have come to a close. The Depression has begun. Bank account is at a lower level than it's ever been. This is not necessarily a surprise. It's my father's way of handling it that was a surprise. I was in pharmacy filling my Ambien prescription, because I need my pills during times of stress.
He spoke to me with the same sharp tongue that I learned from him. Saying exactly what needed to be said, my ego took the pain. I hung up, bent down in an aisle and wept for a moment. I stood outside the store and felt the chilling wind string my eyes. Freezing my tears until a new ice age could begin.
I returned home and worked. I called him back and apologized and he said we'd talk when I came to visit. Oh joy, oh rapture.
The final countdown has begun. Papers and projects are already underway. Is it truly Saturday? For it doesn't feel like it, it feels more like a Sunday or Monday. Who knows where the time goes?
Lastly, my roommate sang last night in a cabaret at Don't Tell Mama's. The songs were so-so, but her voice was superb. She sang about being a caterpillar, a caterpillar with huge lungs. Since it's Christmas time and I love to hear her voice. I'll share this...
Oh and she sings this to me every night before I go to bed. No lie. |
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