I suppose I'm a bit overdue for an actual introduction, and since my day to day activities are mind numbingly dull this week, I shall bore you now with my abridged life story. Be forewarned, I'm not skilled at brevity. So continue only if your curiosity beckons. 
I was born in conservative Colorado Springs, a land where the religious right forces its youth into 2 categories: the God-squad, or the pits of firey rebellion. I eventually landed in the second category after my atypical upbringing as an olympic wannabe. I did gymnastics for 11 years, starting at age 3. I spent most of my childhood in the gym, training 40 hours a week, plus travel and competitions. Oh little gymnasts, no opportunity to grow up... Its a whole microcosm of pop culture clones who spend their lives quoting whatever movie is popular at the time.
I was heavilly involved in vocal music on the side. Eventually this combination landed my attention grubbing ass in the theater. I had some little roles in local operas where I would sing a line, do a couple of flips, and the crowd would go "awwww... she's tiny!" That led to plays, musicals and the like which I continued until the bottom dropped out of my adolescent noggin.
Flash forward to age 12, the dawn of middle school, when I heard Bad Religion for the first time. My bra straps became studded, my hair faded from one Tish and Snookie's hue to another, and my teammates parents and competition judges began to fear my "deviant influence" on their tender, mindless children.
At 14 I suffered burnout coupled with an identity crisis. I quit gymnastics. What followed was 4 years of rock, rage, and generally irresposible rebellion. This brought me to the end of high-school, fully armed with all the cynicsm my little body could hold.
The day after graduation I flew to Vegas in search of a theatrical excuse to avoid college. I humilited myself in a few auditions and eventually landed a gig in Cirque Du Soleil's Mystere. I trained in Montreal and was shipped off to sin city to test my self control, professionalism, endurance of loneliness, and my ability for fulfill contractual obligations. Three years of performing passed. Joy overshadowed misery, true love filled my aching heart, 1400 shows tucked themselves neatly under my belt, and once again I found myself in search of new adventures. I left the show and had reconstructive surgery on my ankle last November, (there is a pic in my folder... but its Frankenstein-style graphic... not for the squeamish) spent six months in physical therapy, and am now the unemployed munchkin you see before you.
Now? I'm in the process of moving to LA to enjoy my 20's until another 10 show a week gig drops into my life. (Ummm... PS- I'm lame, I need friends in Cali...) I pick up whatever freelance gigs fall into my lap, and I drink alot of good beer.
So.... Thats me. Who the fuck are you people? I'd really love to know. I read your profiles, but alas... am left with merely a stick figure of an image of who you actually are.
-Industrielle
I was born in conservative Colorado Springs, a land where the religious right forces its youth into 2 categories: the God-squad, or the pits of firey rebellion. I eventually landed in the second category after my atypical upbringing as an olympic wannabe. I did gymnastics for 11 years, starting at age 3. I spent most of my childhood in the gym, training 40 hours a week, plus travel and competitions. Oh little gymnasts, no opportunity to grow up... Its a whole microcosm of pop culture clones who spend their lives quoting whatever movie is popular at the time.
I was heavilly involved in vocal music on the side. Eventually this combination landed my attention grubbing ass in the theater. I had some little roles in local operas where I would sing a line, do a couple of flips, and the crowd would go "awwww... she's tiny!" That led to plays, musicals and the like which I continued until the bottom dropped out of my adolescent noggin.
Flash forward to age 12, the dawn of middle school, when I heard Bad Religion for the first time. My bra straps became studded, my hair faded from one Tish and Snookie's hue to another, and my teammates parents and competition judges began to fear my "deviant influence" on their tender, mindless children.
At 14 I suffered burnout coupled with an identity crisis. I quit gymnastics. What followed was 4 years of rock, rage, and generally irresposible rebellion. This brought me to the end of high-school, fully armed with all the cynicsm my little body could hold.
The day after graduation I flew to Vegas in search of a theatrical excuse to avoid college. I humilited myself in a few auditions and eventually landed a gig in Cirque Du Soleil's Mystere. I trained in Montreal and was shipped off to sin city to test my self control, professionalism, endurance of loneliness, and my ability for fulfill contractual obligations. Three years of performing passed. Joy overshadowed misery, true love filled my aching heart, 1400 shows tucked themselves neatly under my belt, and once again I found myself in search of new adventures. I left the show and had reconstructive surgery on my ankle last November, (there is a pic in my folder... but its Frankenstein-style graphic... not for the squeamish) spent six months in physical therapy, and am now the unemployed munchkin you see before you.
Now? I'm in the process of moving to LA to enjoy my 20's until another 10 show a week gig drops into my life. (Ummm... PS- I'm lame, I need friends in Cali...) I pick up whatever freelance gigs fall into my lap, and I drink alot of good beer.
So.... Thats me. Who the fuck are you people? I'd really love to know. I read your profiles, but alas... am left with merely a stick figure of an image of who you actually are.
-Industrielle
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mellisa:
well arent you a cutie! you look liek kirsten dunst 
ty for the birthday wishes! 
ty for the birthday wishes! 
sillyzebra:
what kinda beer you like ???