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| Xanga? What is Xanga? Does anyone even read this anymore?
Round 2, down for the count. We'll see how long it takes me to get back up this time.
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| And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me
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| Hey all,
I wanted to let everyone know that dinner on Saturday will at Avenue Ale House, 825 S. Oak Park Ave., Oak Park, IL 60304. Reservation is for 7:30pm.
This is right next to the Oak Park Blue Line L stop for those traveling in/out of the city before or after.
And don't forget Davenport's right after at 10pm in Wicker Park. Beware, parking might be tricky, so if you love the L, it might be a good choice for Saturday night.
Thanks friends, can't wait to see you all!!! | | |
| I've been home now for a month and three days. It flew by, mostly; with
the exception of the parts that totally dragged ass. I've already taken
two trips back up to Pen Players. Todd seems to think its so I can park
cars on crowded Saturdays, boy, is he mistaken. But I am good at it,
God damn am I good at it. It's one of those work pleasures. You know,
the kind of work that of course you don't want to do because it's work,
but if you had to do something, you'd prefer that. And sometimes it can
be kind of fun: yelling at patrons, telling them which direction is
their right and left, getting almost run over by speeders...hmm,
sarcasm. This is how sad my life is, I'm blogging about parking.
The show:
For
those unfamiliar, I'm playing Golde in "Fiddler on the Roof." She is
the wife of the lead Tevye, and has five daughters. She is also a
matriarch of the community, and a healer and herbalist (that's not in
the story, but in my research we found that the story that this is
based on, the wife of 'Tevel,' 'Golda,' is an herbalist) Rehearsals
aren't kicking my ass yet. Starting on Oct 18th, I have rehearsal
everyday until opening.
School:
Whatever. My nutrition class
is for 6th graders, acting styles is cool, directing is being taught by
Julie and so far she's kinda blowing, understanding the bible-yeah, not
understanding and some of it was already understood, seminar-it's about
the black blues movement in the early 20th century, I'm convinced Dr.
Monti is going to have our final in a juke joint over a few
drinks---can I just say I'm totally cool with that.
It's complicated:
I
know that there has been some confusion as to whether or not Emmie Mott
is my lover. And I would like to say, that even though she is the apple
of apples in my eye, we are not lovers. At least not right now, she's
still straight, I'm working on it.
Nightlife:
I've traded in the nightlife for doing homework, or attempting to while being on the computer and/or the phone.
Living Situation:
Back
in the old Power 4. I was liking it until someone broke into my room
the other day. They climbed in through the tram above my window, broke
part of the door frame coming in. They went through my closet, my
drawers, boxes under my bed, my stuff was thrown everywhere. Then they
went out the front door. There was nothing stolen, nothing that I could
see. My computer, camera, HD, speakers, DVDs, CDs, TV, VCR, all still
there. They were looking for cash, debit cards, and jewelry. It's quite
obvious that they really didn't know who lived in that room because I
don't ever have cash on hand, I carry all of my credit cards with me at
all times, and I pretty much only own $10 hemp jewelry, that I wear at
all times.
The After:
So I feel completely, for lack of a
less cliche term, violated. Everytime I go to my door I feel like I'm
going to walk in and find something missing. I was in the lounge the
other night and everytime I heard a noise I would whip around for fear
that someone was going to steal my notebook or coffee mug right off the
table. I feel like I can't live here, and it's a discusting and dirty
feeling, I hate it.
I'm just waiting until the middle of the
month where I feel like things will settle down, hopefully I'll stop
being paranoid at everything going on in my life. i just want to be
happy, its been I while, I think I deserve it. | | |
| I know everyone just loved sophomore seminar, and so do I... I'm looking for the Takaki book to borrow if anyone still has it from their sophomore seminar. Please contact me if you will let me borrow it. I'll do what I need to do, buy you coffee/beer/caffine pills, take you out to a ball game, and of course sexual favors may be performed. please, please, please, let me know | | |
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