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[03 Nov 2009|01:25am] |
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I keep looking at apartment listings. It's about as productive as viewing pornography.
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| Maybe I'm just jealous |
[27 Oct 2009|06:32pm] |
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I tried to read a Vanity Fair piece about one man's search for a true opium den just now, but quickly lost track of the text because I wanted to punch him in the face. Is this the price of globetrotting and luxury, to sound like an insufferable douchebag prattling on about, oh, the Walla Walla onion for $35, my I must laugh though I despise those souls paying top dollar at my friend's fancy restaurant, I bet you'd love to go to Thailand and be fawned over by prostitutes, wouldn't you, but you unlike me do not live?
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[23 Oct 2009|04:36pm] |
Put off joining iO for too long.
Only remaining class this term meets in the middle of my Second City class.
They do not allow students to jump ahead a term regardless of experience level, nor can you take two levels simultaneously.
I will never get to be in the same iO group as my Second City classmates.
I'm a fucking idiot.
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[18 Oct 2009|07:36pm] |
Had my first Comedic Songwriting class yesterday.
Teacher said we need to stop editing as we write and just force ourselves to commit words to paper.
FFFFFFF I AM SO BAD AT THAT
I must have some kind of fixation if my first three attempts have been about zombies, right?
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[30 Sep 2009|09:14pm] |
I finally saw a medical professional today, and the news is thus: I have strep throat. This means no working while sick! This also means, in the words of the nurse practitioner, no talking.
I'm, uh, still trying to get used to that bit.
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[29 Sep 2009|07:40pm] |
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Oy.
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| don't go to my starbucks for a while |
[28 Sep 2009|08:41pm] |
So I'm pretty sure I've got strep or some other horrible throat infection. I sound, in the words of my agent, like "somebody's strangling" me. My mother has already caught it as well.
My manager is getting sick.
Another shift is already sick.
All of us are working. I had to get a coworker to leave her Yom Kippur dinner with her kids to cover for me.
Good thing we're not in food service or anything, right?
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| hey, hey guys |
[12 Sep 2009|11:29pm] |
Let's make an ARG.
No, I don't know what for. I just think it'd be fun.
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| hmmm. |
[11 Sep 2009|08:38pm] |
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I think I'm gonna do a hentai panel or something at ACen this year. Can't just keep bitching about how terrible the yaoi fangirls are at it.
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| My body is consuming itself |
[20 Aug 2009|05:15pm] |
Why does everything taste bitter once it hits the back of my tongue?
Everything. Mouthwash, chocolate, fucking
EVERYTHING
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| twitch. |
[17 Aug 2009|04:49pm] |
Oh holy fucking shit god damn I hate my job and want to quit.
But I'm finally eligible for health insurance.
Hmmm.
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[30 Jul 2009|08:20pm] |
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There's something perverse about running your lungs out on a cardio machine while watching the Iron Chef cook up amazing hamburgers.
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[15 Jul 2009|09:33pm] |
Ow.
Ow!
I think there's a chunk of flesh just missing from my gumline and I have no idea why. There's been this awful pain there for three days now and when I touch it it feels like there's a divot in my gums.
This sort of thing heals on its own, right? I don't need to pay to see a dentist, right?
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| "What about malaise? Anger, frustration, sadness? You're not gonna make anything with those?" |
[29 Jun 2009|10:55pm] |
I don't like my writing lately.
Wow, that's news.
But while I've loathed my writing on one level for a while now, this is a different kind of dislike altogether. Instead of worrying over short descriptions or grimacing at comma splices I'm noticing a trend in character.
Lately, my writing is gloomy. Dreary, cynical, bored. Most of the characters I invent are uninteresting assholes. I spent all shift thinking up a story and the only ending I could settle on involved the narrator dying midsentence by pure, random chance.
My god...am I becoming emo? I should write some happy smut or something.
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| I have a new iPhone |
[25 Jun 2009|08:39pm] |
It's so...light. And unscuffed. And missing a giant crack through the screen.
It makes up for these advantages by being sync-retarded. Damn thing thought I hadn't sync'ed my phone since September '07. I've managed to get my contacts and calendar info back, but yesterday's texts are nowhere to be found. '07's texts, on the other hand, mock me.
OH BY THE WAY IT SHOOTS VIDEO NOW
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[25 Jun 2009|01:26am] |
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WHY IS THE PHONE IN NEWARK
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[24 Jun 2009|10:37pm] |
-One of the other shift supervisors just knocked herself back down to Barista.
I think I'm either taking a demotion at Starbucks or shadowing my brother at Potbelly's and then moving there. Either would be a dick move, because I'll be piling loads of work onto my manager and the one remaining shift, but fuck it. The company's making this happen. Every store in three districts bleeding shifts, all because they want to make service more consistent? You don't tell a student "hey, just so you know, your job is now more important than your classes," and you don't tell an actor "just a heads up, we don't care if you miss several hugely important auditions."
Potbelly's would be just as stressful as this job but at least I'd always have one shift I could call to cover for me, and at least opening the store wouldn't entail arriving at 4:30 in the morning. Being a Barista again would be...weird, but fine, but I'd hate to drop down a buck an hour.
-Why did my new phone arrive in Indianapolis, 5 hours away, and then proceed to go to Warwick, RI, 14+ hours away?
-I think I need to enroll in some writing classes, if only for the discipline. I have ideas spring up all the time now and I have just completely forgotten how to put them down on paper.
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[17 Jun 2009|10:38am] |
I may miss out on these auditions for a flexible part-time performance gig with benefits for $500-800 per week because my inflexible nearly full-time food service gig without benefits for $400-500 per week is impossible to reschedule or cover.
FML.
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