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Don't cry for me, Argentinaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........
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| 10:51pm 21/08/2007 |
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August 21, 2007
Molly Roberson
The incident during John Goldfarb, FringeNYC
The Patron, Stephen, arrived at the theatre approximately 15-20 minutes late. I cracked the door and asked if I could help him. I could immediately tell he was rather high-strung about entering, obviously already aware he would not be allowed in normally. He informed me he was “friends with Michael” and was here to see the show to possibly invest a great deal of money, and there was NO WAY he could attend another night. I repeated calmly that unfortunately it was Fringe policy that no one could enter late, the staff had already entered the theatre, and Michael was not available. At this point the Gentleman, still outside the door, tried to open the door further and slide around my right side, where my arm was blocking the path by holding on to the top of a stanchion. No physical contact was made as I backed up in response to his advance, but he came at me obviously trying to get inside the theatre, and then leaned over the top of me to motion to the guard to come over and undermine my authority, which of course the security guard was not willing to do. The difference in our size, me at 5’2 and he at 6 foot, made this an especially threatening position, and the guard quickly advanced to intervene because the Gentleman was becoming notably aggressive. Between the guard’s advance and me not backing down, I told him to wait outside until I found Scott, the representative of the Fringe Festival. I left the Gentleman outside and closed the door, then walked to the staircase to call down to Scott.
While I informed Scott of the situation, the Gentleman began to pull at the locked glass door behind me. Scott came upstairs and went to the Gentleman outside, repeating what I said. Scott eventually acquiesced, not wanting to cause any more problem than was already occurring. This upset me, as I felt undermined, especially after being physically and verbally confronted, so I went downstairs before the Patron entered to sit in the House Manager’s office and calm down. While venting, the acting House Manager, Yvonne, came in and told me Scott was sorry for undermining me and wanted me to come outside, as he had informed the Patron that he would only be allowed in on the condition that he apologized to me. I said I’d be out momentarily, took a couple more minutes to calm myself, and walked outside into the lower lobby where Scott, Yvonne, Molly Thomas, a Fringe technical support staff and the Patron were waiting.
Upon coming out, Scott said to the Patron something to the effect of “would you like to say something” and the Patron responded by very assertively replying to me something to the effect of, “So, I hear you have to apologize to me for being so confrontational.” At this point I obviously became upset again, and informed Scott that I was uncomfortable with his presence in the theatre and wanted him to leave immediately. The Patron became defensive, and Scott reminded him that he was supposed to be apologizing to me. The Patron threw his hands in the air and flippantly gave an “I’m sorry, okay?” of no earnest. I looked at Scott, holding my stance, and Scott informed the Patron that as house staff, he must ultimately respect the theatres policies. The Patron immediately became overly apologetic, repeating he was sorry, and asked what he could do at this point to prove his apology. By this point, it was clear the only thing he was sorry about was the possible loss of his chance to enter the show, and so I in turn responded there was nothing he could say at this point that would convince me. I repeated that I felt uncomfortable with his presence and that he came at me, and would like him removed. He began exclaiming that he never touched me and that I was lying.
It was at this point the room grew silent. The technical support staff member whom I was unfamiliar with, obviously upset with the situation and losing his temper, asked the Patron if he would like us to call the cops and have him charged with assault. This was an error on his part as he had no relation to the incidence occurring other than purely good intentions, based on hearsay. This inflamed the Patron further, who said he could sue based upon the threat. I believe at this time the Patron probably has enough money and gall to do exactly that, even when he was in the wrong. Scott appraised the situation, telling everyone to calm down. The producer was called down and told the play by play of the situation by Scott, and Scott was forced to let the Patron in with express directions for the producer to stay at his side at all times, and to leave the premises immediately after the show. I quickly left to go to the office to avoid any further escalation of the situation. Scott informed me later in the office he felt he had to let the Patron in solely due to the actions of the technical support staff member, because it gave the Patron fodder against the theatre and the Fringe to say we were somehow in the wrong. He asked me, however, to type up the events as they happened from my perspective, as I have done, so they can be turned into the proper officials.
This Gentleman arrived aggressive at the door, and perhaps because I am a young, short female, felt he could physically get around me by going to the only male in the room, the guard. I felt highly threatened by the situation and still do, sitting in the office with him inside. The legal definition of assault in America states that assault occurs when the reasonable fear of bodily injury takes place, and had I not backed up, he would indeed have made contact with me as he came forward. He is incendiary, and no one has the right to treat anyone in the manner he has tonight, no matter neither whom they know nor how much money they plan to invest. The rules are in place for a reason, and if he had only arrived on time, as the other patrons inside the theatre managed to do, this entire situation could have been avoided. Instead of respecting the rules, he assumed with enough aggression he could get around them and, in the end, he was ultimately right.
I have recorded the events to the best of my recollection, as I was obviously very defensive and upset at the time of the events. The quotations may be paraphrased, but the sequence of events and essence of what was said is wholly truthful. |
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| 07:22am 10/08/2007 |
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... well, not yet, but soon!
I got an real, live, weekly paying acting gig. SCORE!
I'm going on your from September 21 - December 15 throughout the Northeast and Midwest (everything above Kentucky over to Wisconsin, basically) as Piglet in "Winnie the Pooh" with Two Beans Productions, a guest company of Theatreworks USA. Non-equity, which is fine, and not horrible salary, especially when I add my per diem to it. This will become even better pay if I can sublet my apartment for any or all of the time I'm gone. I think we're playing local dates starting in early December, so if you wanna see a Piglet who's probably slightly burnt out from being in a van too long, that'd be the time. :D
http://www.theatreworksusa.org/guest.cfm
I'm super-excited about it, except for the idea of being away from Cojo for two months. We've only known eachother five, and dated officially for three (though it seems like I've known him my entire life). That's gonna be really hard, since we get antsy after not seeing one another a week or so. But he promises to come stalk me on the road sometime, and I'm hoping to be able to spend Thanksgiving with him, so it shouldn't be too bad. He's the most supportive person ever.
And I get to visit HOME before I go! I'm taking a week off to spend half with my parents and TN friends, and half with the boy at his place with his parents in NJ, though since he's coming to TN with me, it's really a whole week with him. I'll be in the Boro the 26-29, so make plans to see me now, haha!
I'm officially the luckiest, happiest girl in the world. In love, got an acting job, graduated from that damnable school... I can't think of too much more I could want.
Maybe a subletter. haha. |
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| I do exist. And I make overly long posts no one will read. |
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| 03:41pm 25/06/2007 |
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Life is hectic, but pretty wonderful.
I'm a college graduate now. Although the diploma's still not in my possession. (NYU is slower than molasses.) And so what am I doing? Working 9-5 at the same office job I had all through college. Whoops. :) It's not the worst thing I could be doing, though. $15/hr, they give me total flexibility with my schedule, I can go to auditions whenever I like, and I can work overtime if I want to as long as someone else is in the office. I have that job at least through mid-August and then they want to hire me as a temp for longer if I don't have a show by then. I also still work the occasional night and/or weekend for The Skirball Center for the Performing Arts, and for the Steinhardt theatres as well. Oh, NYU, how thou dost still own my soul.
Money is tight. Not gonna lie. Paying my rent, paying for everything I need to exist... I've been inching my way toward it, but it's here. So far I'm managing to stay afloat. I moved to Bath Beach, Brooklyn in May and haven't regretted it yet. It's a Chinese/Italian/Russian neighborhood, with real houses and cars and children that ride scooters down the street.
I bought a gym membership and paid my first month's rent with my graduation money, so that's gone but for a good cause. I've been doing cardio 3-4 times a week for 35 minutes each time and I see a trainer once every other week for 30 minutes to keep me on track with weight lifting too. The weight is coming off slowly as far as pounds go, but I think I see a bit of a difference after a month. I've become addicted in the last week to calorie-count.com -- so scary to see what all goes into our bodies sometime. Nicole, if you haven't visited, you should try it. It's really helping me keep on track. Like who knew that getting a wrap at Subway instead of the bread-tastic subs is actually 2 grams MORE fat and 55% of your sodium for the day? Not me until after I'd eaten it for lunch thinking I'd done a good deed, that's for sure. D'oh. I even have a calorie counting toolbar on my IE at work and at home. I will get into my high school jeans again, damnit.
But best of all, I've fallen in love with an absolutely amazing guy. Yes, yes, we've heard this before in this journal of all places... but it's rather hard to explain on this count. It's something different than I've ever experienced before. Being with him is blissfully wonderful and creatively stimulative yet completely comfortable all at once. His success fuels me to try to find my own. I can really see this going somewhere, which is frightening and exhilarating. His name is Cojo, for anyone who may be curious, and he's a professional artist/illustrator/writer. He was just on the cover of Miami New Times, and has work in the current issues of ESPN Magazine, WWE Magazine (who he just got a monthly spot in!), and Alternative Press. You can see his website here: http://www.artsucks.com which has all his portfolios and his soon-to-be-updated blog. Someone terrible has been distracting him when he's not illustrating. He calls me his muse... but I think he's my muse, too.
Only thing lacking is actually getting into a show... keep going on really great auditions, then not hearing anything. It's a little disheartening, especially when I read on Facebook and such about other people I graduated with landing shows, but I keep trucking. My role's out there. Anyone else going to the Theatreworks open call on Wednesday?
I miss Rocky occasionally, but more for certain people than for the overall experience. I don't see myself coming back to cast anytime soon, if ever. I love the people, hate the drama it caused me, and find myself much happier without it, which I never thought I'd say. But I am overdue for a trip down to see people sometime soon.
Congrats to Neely on the upcoming baby (Becca, I need baby knitting patterns, btw), and Miranda on the upcoming wedding...
So that's life as I know it. Mundane, perhaps, to the naked eye, but an experience to be living. If only I could sandwich in a little more sleep. |
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| 12:40am 10/04/2007 |
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Nothing is ever quite simple, is it? |
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| Why do I always get so wrapped up with school stuff? |
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| 10:05pm 26/03/2007 |
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mood: chipper
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Y'know what? Everything's going pretty well.
Okay, I still need to clean up my memorizations for Monday, but my runthrough last weekend went pretty damned well. Hopefully Sam can do another on Sunday, and I can begin working on the duets and the scenes. It's a lot, but I can do it. And you get to have your recital in an Off-Broadway theatre. How lucky is that?
I picked an Agent Showcase piece, and I'm gonna belt a C and I'm gonna be damned funny and they're gonna love me.
I'm going to sing in Dianna's studio class on Friday at her request, and I'll sing my Irving Berlin set and be merry and she'll stop pestering me.
I have a B+ in Math. I'm taking it pass/fail. I have lots of room now to just kinda blow it off.
And I just had an absolutely awesome weekend, to boot. Fantastic weekend. Looking forward to more weekends like that to come.
So I shouldn't grumble and get frustrated. It's not productive. And if I should be anything right now, it's productive. |
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| 11:42pm 07/03/2007 |
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She pulled out. Now I'm left to deal with the aftermath. Either we pull out or Ryan and I sign the lease alone and hope to find a third. But Ryan's mom feels like for $750 a month we can find someplace closer.
Meanwhile, I keep cycling between hiding in my closet and crying and fits of anger, where I try to scream quietly enough that I don't wake Ryan up. Not that he's really sleeping.
My head hurts. |
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| Everything I touch explodes. |
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| 09:31pm 07/03/2007 |
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Seriously. I only posted my first blog on here day before yesterday, but everything just keeps getting worse. I need Spring Break. But Spring Break doesn't make the problems go away.
Case in point: my lease in my apartment here ends on April 30. It's way too expensive: $1175 a month each for a two bedroom ($2350 total) and they're raising the rent to $2500 for next year. No go. So I get Ellie, my old roommate, and Ryan, my current, and begin the apartment hunt. They do nothing. I search craigslist and other resources daily. I find a place in Bensonhurst which is cheap; $1500 a month for a by-owner, nice 3br apartment with a HUGE living/dining room, 3rd floor of a house, safe neighborhood. I give Ellie the biggest room, 11x17 for god's sake, for only 600 a month. With a huge closet and her own half bath. I take the medium room, 9x13 for 500, give Ryan the smaller 9x10 room for $400 since he's worried about $$$. It's ideal. We sign the lease tomorrow. Then tonight Ellie calls and flips out, blaming me because, as she says, her boss Megan at the place she used to work (granada films) that offered her a job after graduation has rescinded the offer. All because the owner of the apartment called to confirm she had a job once she graduated. She then flies into me, insisting she told me not to have the owner call Megan, that she'd rahter have her mom co-sign. For the record, here is the AIM conversation in reference.
[17:18] Mollygizer: and she's worried about your non-employment.
[17:18] ***: i'm offered a job at granada when i graduate
[17:19] Mollygizer: can you get a letter from granada?
[17:19] Mollygizer: saying they'll employ you?
[17:19] ***: she can call megan
[17:19] ***: or tell my mom can pay
[17:19] Mollygizer: right, which would involve more paperwork]
[17:19] ***: wel
[17:23] Mollygizer: your total rent right now is $2500
[17:23] Mollygizer: and you pay half of half
[17:23] Mollygizer: right?
[17:27] ***: yeah
[17:27] ***: so about 600
Session Close (***): Mon Mar 05 18:01:41 2007
Anywhere in there do you see a "Don't have her call Megan!"? Me either. In face, there's a specific "she can call megan." WTF. So I get her off my back, pointing out there's no way she can blame me for this. Then she tells me she's not sure she wants the apartment. That she thinks she can find a better place somewhere closer, since the commute is a little less than an hour door to door. She's worried about late nights, saying she'll be working late... which of course I wouldn't, even though I do Rocky and will have two jobs after graduation. Then she says the neighborhood is unsafe, which is funny, because everyone I've asked has told me the EXACT OPPOSITE, from all the NYU guards to the people I work with to, I don't know, the crime statistics issued by NYC. I told her good luck. We argued forever, and she said she'd think about it. She also doesn't want an April 1 start date, she wants an April 15th. As I told her... the places that start midmonth are the ones that didn't sell by the 1st. And there's no broker fee on this. Nada. 1 month plus a 1.5 month security. That's it. And the family that owns it is so super-nice. She also wants time to look over the lease, which is reasonable, except we agreed to do a signing tomorrow. If she wanted the lease, she could have asked for it earlier this week for review. She's just delaying everything. If not stopping it altogether.
Seriously. We've had over a week to think about this. She had over a week to tell me no, don't pursue it. She turned in the lease application. They've run the credit checks. And now she's thinking of pulling out? Fucking me and Ryan over? I can't handle this. I thought we were all set to go. What am I supposed to do?
I want to curl up into a ball and wake up and be four years old again and not have to worry about this shit. Fo' serious. :( |
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| Home again, home again. |
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| 09:54pm 24/12/2006 |
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Tennessee is good. Family is good. Only being here for 4 days kinda sucks, though.
Friday night I had my hair done. I am officially no longer on the blonde sale and I'm back to the light browns. Huzzah! I really like the way it came out.
Spent most of Saturday with the newly single Adam. <3 Like I told him, he's gonna get snapped up like *that*. Because he's a hottie. And stuff. ;) We hung out at his place and watched An Inconvenient Truth (global meltdown! aaah!) and then went and got sushi and did his radio show. Went and saw Neely and Mr. Neely -- aka Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn. Weirded out that Neely's married, but each time I meet him (which would be... twice) he just seems ideal for her. It's the happiest I've seen her in, oh, maybe ever and I'm so fucking happy for her. And I think I cheered Adam up, too. ;)
This morning I picked up Patrick and we went to get CHRISTMAS CHICKENS for my dad. :D Yaaay, Christmas chickens! Live ones. A hen and a rooster. He's gonna set up a pen for them tomorrow. Right now I have a clan of family downstairs, but I needed a brief familial break before immersing myself in the extended relations some more. :) Tomorrow, it's family in the morning, then Dreamgirls at night with Sam and Ryan and Jonathan, I presume.
And then the day after is my last full day here -- wanna see me? Let me know. ;)
Granny's calling -- back downstairs I go!
Oh, and rehearsal for the show is going grrreat. :D |
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| 06:35pm 02/12/2006 |
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...guess who just got into an off-off Broadway show?
Manhattan Children's Theatre presents...
Three Little Pigs
January 6- February 25, 2007
starring me! As Ray Coon, the Big Bad Wolf's stuttering sidekick.
Wheeeeeeeee! |
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| Rest softly, little brat. |
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| 03:43pm 11/11/2006 |
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Stanzie passed away this morning sometime between about 10-11:30am. She was two years old.
She was a great hamster. So much personality. So funny. She'd been sleeping in funny places in her cage lately, such as on the red plastic steps and such, but she's weird, so I took it as normal. She was up and about last night and this morning while Ryan's parents were getting ready, but apparently this morning it was her time to go after they left and before I woke up.
Stanzie liked to eat the yogurt from outside of her fruit treats and leave the fruit. She came in third place in the 92nd Street PetCo Hamster Roller Derby this year. She enjoyed making appearances at anime club parties and at the NYU Office for International Students and Scholars. Her favorite drink was vodka. Her favorite fruit was a pear. Her favorite veggie was a carrot. She loved Nicole's blue scarf and leaving small holes in any shirt made of cotton. She liked to steal spoons that smelled of yogurt. She hated bathtime, but loved being dried with the towel afterward. She was an expert at maneuvering even the dirtiest of hamster balls into small spaces. She was also an expert at cage escaping, breaking out of both her first cage and first ball successfully (twice). Her second cage constantly had to be taped to prevent her cunning ways from leading to future escapee-ism. She had butt tufts that would grow unstoppably and needed to me trimmed; she likewise has little Einstein tufts behind her ears that had to be trimmed, too.
I'll miss her more than I can say. She was a constant through hard times. She now rests at the bottom of the Hudson River at about 104th Street, wrapped in pink felt in a small box weighed down with tiles my landlord gave me. I think she would have liked that.
I miss her already.
There's a few more I want to scan to my computer, but for now, pictures of the brat: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2106377&l=4d21e&id=801309 |
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| Five goooooooooooooolden riiiiings.... |
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| 09:24pm 02/10/2006 |
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17 credits at school
3 jobs now; office at OISS, then fireguarding at Skirball and for Steinhardt
2 shows I'm in, Rocky and Forbidden NYU
1 guy I'm trying to date and not pull away from or just blow off because I'm busy and he's awesome
0 hours of sleep, it seems
and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
But in better news, I launch my BIG SURPRISE this Saturday. Just on the off chance the surprise-ee party is reading, I won't detail. But I'm normally so not-spontaneous, and this is going to rock.
<3 to all. |
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| i can't see out of my right eyyyye. |
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| 02:30pm 19/09/2006 |
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stomachcramping/nausea? check. contact in my right eye freaking out and hurting like a bitch? check. left tonsil swollen? check. low grade fever? check. WTF mate.
Bad timing. FNYU rehearsals start this week. I love FNYU. It's such a wonderful time of year. But tonight I might just wave my pretty purple doctor's note at them and go home. I'm about to go to the Student Health Center, though, to get my pretty purple note. And have them tell me there's nothing they can do for me. fuckers.
Must get better. ASL test tomorrow, so I can't miss the review today, doctor's note be damned. Also must get ready for weekend festivities, especially since I'm performing as Magenta every weekend now. Which is great and all, but it had to happen right as I get involved in a show and have lots of other stuffs to do. sigh. Missed two shifts at work this week too. byebye money. ;_;
I think I gotta go take out my contacts and decide if I'm hot or cold. The verdict's still out.
Also, Sweet 16 on MTV is RIDICULOUS. but secretly, it makes me want to be rich and do my makeup all skanked out. but that might be odd for a sick girl. "What! I was bored and sitting on my couch... and... do I look hot?"
Update Captain's Log. That's way more Star Trek than Pirate. |
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| WU TANG |
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| 01:09am 08/09/2006 |
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Who saw Ghostfaced Killah tonight at work? WU TANG.
yeah, wasn't that great. but still.
mm, tired. but look at how neat this is!
( My Interests Collage! )
And now you want one too. |
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| Sigh. |
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| 12:51pm 05/09/2006 |
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Where did summer go? Seriously? School? Suck.
But on a far more amusing note, for all of you who remember the spring break escapades of 2005 with "Betta Fish Boy", he moved to NYC this last fall. Last summer we kind of made up when I sent a live betta fish and food backstage as a present at a show he was in. I've seen him once since then here in NYC, and he was in Ellie's student film. I just found out... he's interviewing tomorrow to work with me at Skirball as a head usher.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA. Oh, life, that was a good one. Point for you. |
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| Things that are going better today. |
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| 01:37pm 25/07/2006 |
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An impromptu salon.
- The International students at work have all been pretty nice and manageable. Though co-workers taking out aggressions on student workers = not so cool.
- Getting stuck on the subway this morning for 30 minutes sucked, but getting off and seeing that my boss was on the same train made it far more acceptable.
- The Citibank gave me a temporary debit card based on puppy dog eyes, my checkbook, and a faxed copy of my birth certificate and passport.
- My passport is in the mail, so I should have valid ID for travelling and for the weekend.
- I received my new Liz Magenta wig, and while I don't think it would work on Patti or Nicole, with my round old head, it works great. Just enough floof, but not too much. Now just to add roots to the suckers.
- Although it sucks that your garter belt is apparently wrapped around your wallet riding in that damned cab, you have the materials to make a pretty decent new one later tonight/tomorrow.
- Your roommate gave you her half of the utilities. Finally.
- A funny horrible story: when I sat my suitcase on the bed last night, it bounced so hard it flew into my window, ripped down the drapes, and took of the front tape deck of my boombox. But I think the tape player will still work, and the drapes went back up. So yay.
-Your pirate garb arrived from home today! Yay for peasanty tops and eyepatches. Arrr.
- The hotel has irons on request. And ironing boards. And they'll let your now credit-cardless ass pay in cash. Whee!
- You hairdryer looks pretty sweet, and it cost you $0.
See? Life is not over. One moment at a time. |
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| Life is weird. |
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| 07:40pm 24/07/2006 |
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... and now I lost my wallet. Great! Awesome! Sigh.
So today, I have... lost my wallet, found out one of my closest friends from TN is getting married, and generally had a weird, crappy day. I need more chocolate. At least my Magenta dress looks ever so much better now that it's taken in. |
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| I NEED A VACATION. |
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| 12:21pm 24/07/2006 |
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The staff meeting this morning lasted TWO HOURs instead of 45 minutes so we student workers (the valiant Cat and I) were left to man the phones alone. And there were a million calls. And all of them seemed to be way more complicated than they should be, and we've already found 3 people this morning who have sent us their documents and someone along the way has lost them. So the students are mad, we're freaking out, everyone's in a meeting, and even better, the lady who's actually in charge is ON VACATION FOR A WEEK. So all these freaking out people are having to be told we can't do anything for you for a WEEK. and the international kiddies freak out very easily. very. easily.
And my wallet wasn't in my purse this morning. I assume my drunken ass has laid it somewhere on my apartment's floor after falling asleep in the back of the theatre (I still really honestly don't think I puked, but since I can't swear to it, I'll take the blame and consequence). All my monies are still in my accounts 36 hours later, so more than likely it's in my possession. But it still makes me uneasy.
Tonight I pick up my nicely altered dress (although it will have two not-accurate seams on the back, but it already had that... curse my body shape) and spray paint my hair dryer. Hotness. I need Chicago, like.... now. Right now. NOW. |
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| 09:32am 13/07/2006 |
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I just discovered that my childhood boyfriend was named on of America's 50 Hottest Bachelors last month by People Magazine. I find this /hilarious/.
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