ah, glorious sleep. how i missed thee.
for those of you who haven't already noticed, i've been working 2 jobs. the past week, i've been out of the house for 12+ hours a day. my life has been a mobius strip of trains, 20 minute meals, costumes, my ipod going dead every half day, naked actors and their dirty laundry, and not nearly enough sleep. oh, and playing "count the bums" in penn station. my new favorite game. last night i saw 12, and that's about average.
but today, i have off. huzzah. i celebrated by going to target and treating myself to a new bathing suit. pardon the crappy cameraphone pic...and pardon the black socks. you can see just how sleepy and disheveled i am.
the theatre i'm working in has a "cigarette closet"- it's essentially a door to a porch type thinggy. it's as big as a closet, and it's technically outdoors. here's the view:
we just shipped out costumes for carnival at the kennedy center. here's one i built with my own two greasy little hands.
back view:
yes, i applied every single one of those genuine swarovski crystals by hand.
and there's TWO of those costumes.
i was real sick of small sparkly objecs by the end of it!
but i don't want to talk about my flair.
one more week of this.
my heads in a weird place right now. i kinda feel like im living in one of those dreams where you're underwater, trying to run somewhere and warn someone/stop something terrible from happening, but because you're underwater, you just can't get there in time.
i kinda feel like packing up my car and driving north until i can't go any farther. go sleep in a parking lot in montreal. kick out all the windows, and set fire to this life.
yeah dude.
someone knocked the passenger side window off my car while it was trapped in an ice drift. fuck.
i spent half an hour stomping on snow this morning in my shitkicker boots to dig my car out. yes folks, even living in an apartment, you need to own a shovel.
i must have looked ridiculous, whacking at the snow with an ice scraper and stomping around in my own personal mosh pit of winter. but i got a lot of frustration out.
why does the world have it in for my poor little car? it's an escort, for chrissakes! i take really good care of it. and yet, it gets damaged constantly, poor thing. i love my car, no matter what anybody says about it. it's been very good to me, and i am going to be desparately upset when it goes.
so anywho. buzzhigh. how are you all doing?
for those of you who haven't already noticed, i've been working 2 jobs. the past week, i've been out of the house for 12+ hours a day. my life has been a mobius strip of trains, 20 minute meals, costumes, my ipod going dead every half day, naked actors and their dirty laundry, and not nearly enough sleep. oh, and playing "count the bums" in penn station. my new favorite game. last night i saw 12, and that's about average.
but today, i have off. huzzah. i celebrated by going to target and treating myself to a new bathing suit. pardon the crappy cameraphone pic...and pardon the black socks. you can see just how sleepy and disheveled i am.
the theatre i'm working in has a "cigarette closet"- it's essentially a door to a porch type thinggy. it's as big as a closet, and it's technically outdoors. here's the view:
we just shipped out costumes for carnival at the kennedy center. here's one i built with my own two greasy little hands.
back view:
yes, i applied every single one of those genuine swarovski crystals by hand.
and there's TWO of those costumes.
i was real sick of small sparkly objecs by the end of it!
but i don't want to talk about my flair.
one more week of this.
my heads in a weird place right now. i kinda feel like im living in one of those dreams where you're underwater, trying to run somewhere and warn someone/stop something terrible from happening, but because you're underwater, you just can't get there in time.
i kinda feel like packing up my car and driving north until i can't go any farther. go sleep in a parking lot in montreal. kick out all the windows, and set fire to this life.
yeah dude.
someone knocked the passenger side window off my car while it was trapped in an ice drift. fuck.
i spent half an hour stomping on snow this morning in my shitkicker boots to dig my car out. yes folks, even living in an apartment, you need to own a shovel.
i must have looked ridiculous, whacking at the snow with an ice scraper and stomping around in my own personal mosh pit of winter. but i got a lot of frustration out.
why does the world have it in for my poor little car? it's an escort, for chrissakes! i take really good care of it. and yet, it gets damaged constantly, poor thing. i love my car, no matter what anybody says about it. it's been very good to me, and i am going to be desparately upset when it goes.
so anywho. buzzhigh. how are you all doing?
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now about that drive to the far north. im so down to go. no, really. i think we should wait until i have just a little bit of money saved up but yeah...if u ever decide to actually do this, call me ASAP. although im sure that if we ever return to the states, il be arrested at the border bc ill have about 40 withstanding warrants for my arrest. ugh.