So I watched a rerun of the first several episodes of SIX FEET UNDER, and I REALLY like the show. Something about it really draws me in. Maybe it;s the dysfunctionality of the family and the realization that they are just a little worse off than mine?

Ok...frogs...offcially over the little fuckers. Walked outside my door and little baby frogs ALL OVER the place. Normally, this would illicit an "awwww" from me. But this feels like a horror movie. I am fixin to get soem ear plugs because I cannot go to sleep at night because of their incessant CROAKING and CHIRPING. BASTARDS!!!!!

THAT'S IT!!!! I have had it with these freaking frogs. I am about to go spray bleach on them aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall. I want to sleeeeeeeeep!

Ok, I am all for nature and I love animals, but yesterday, I wanted to set off a fire bomb outside my apartment. Those FREAKING frogs and their mating calls. How long are those damn things in heat for. From the minute I got home at 11:15 to the minute I think I finall fell asleep from exhaustion 3:30. They were moaning, croaking, chirping. I woke up several times throughout the evening/morning, and they were still at it. I am sooooooooooooooooo over them right now. On the bright, I have the day off. YAY!!!!!

Ok, so silly me, I didn't even bother posting a Happy Birthday note to Bob Fosse who was born on June 23, 2001. So here goes:

Happy Birthday Bob!!!!

Ok, so I took this test last night but my comp froze up, so I could not post the results. Gee, how surprising. I am over the average score. I believed I have lived up to my title as the Messiah Bitch.

I feel like I have been in a surreal world all day. I rove to and from rehearsal in Largo and don;t remember any part of the ride or any of the music I was listening to. It was VERY strange.

So I stayed up late last night watching Cast Away. After seeing that I am more affirmed in the belief that not only is Tom Hanks an amazing actor, but he was totally robbed of the Oscar. I saw Gladiator. Stupid ass movie and Russle Crowe was NOT as good as Hanks. Granted, you can't compare the two movies. But give me a break. Crowe didn;t deserve the accoaldes he got, now Joaquin Phoenix was amazing. But not Crowe. That's all. Off I got to do some homework.

So
I go to take this quiz just for the hell of it. And what the hell....I am on the
freaking border. Not butch. Not flaming. Am I surprised? Should you be? No. It
figures. Mr. Asexual and Ambiguous is on the borderline. Mayhaps this is a sign?

ARGH!!!!!! I;m a freakin clique addict!!!! I need a 12-step program. Decided I am going ot start working on the smurf website. Our little coercive group needs one. BTW, still trying to find a male bitch clique. Any hints?

And here they are. The magical pointe shows. LOL. yeah, I know
they are pink. I am getting them dyed black ASAP. So I have projects up my
ass to complete today and I hate the fact that they are getting in my way
of social activities. This is a total pain in the ass and I cannot wait until
I am freaking done with school

I think I have Sara's shoe fetish syndrome. I went and spent a shitload of money and bought three pairs of dance shoes. A new pair of split soles, the new Cheetahs, and pointe shoes. Yes you read right. My feet hurt like a BITCH right now! I'll post pics of them tomm because it is just too funny. I am looking forward to starting training again with Jane. I need to get some more under my belt.

Comment by the President:

"The nation of Africa"

Comment by someone in the medical cabinet:

"Those people in Africa should not receive AIDS drugs because they can't tell time."

Now if you can't see the inherent irony, humor, and pathetic reality behind these two comments, then YOU have a seriosu problem and need to get your head checked.

Thank You.

I hate my life...

I hate my genetics...

I hate my luck...

Hate

Hate

Hate

Ok, saw Chicken Run on HBO tonight. What a freaking hilarious movie. I was laughing my ass of. It just reaffirms my belief that the British are the only ones who understand and utilize humor in the most subtle yet recognizable manner. That is a definite must have.

One more class session left. Have to write my syllabus for my sumer class. One more week and I will have money for the DVD player. And counting down the jmonths to the green card. I really hope this streak continues.

Well, I mean to talk about this yesterday, but I didn't. 24 hours after dropping my headshot and resume to Gorilla, I got a call to schedule an audition time. My very first freaking equity audition and I am ecstatic! I hope I do well. I am not expecting anything since this is my first. If I get in, I will be doing cartwheels. If not, I have three more things I can do next year. I never thought I would actually be going through with this, but I can't let me be the one that gets in the way of trying. Things seem to be going in the right direction and even if I fail, at least I know that I will have tried. Besides, this will get Tucker of my ass! ;b Of course, I was lightly curious as to why so many got called so easily (three other people I know got called, and we are all non-equity). But after talking ot Jorge I found that it really is a selective process. I just know I better do some impressing.

More news of the EDBQ (search my site for an explanation of that). Sad how one person's life can be so miserable. Karma and the higer powers of the universe have a great way of working out and I just need to sit back. My life is worth so much more than what others surmise it to be all about. All I have to say to those kinds of people is "FUCK 'EM!"

On a side note, say Tomb Raider today. Pretty good movie. Nice SFX. Didn't really go to see it because of a plot, but they did a pretty good job at it. Not a great movie, but enjoyable nonetheless. I would recommend it.

I AM ADDICTED TO CLIQUES!!!!!!!!!!! I have been going crazy joining and finding them. I think they may possibly be the best thing to some along since animated icons. I am such an e-nerd.

Still looking for other cow cliques, zodiac cliques, 80s music cliques, disco cliques, camel cliques, and theatre cliques.

Damn you again Sara!!!!!

Well the two-day saga of trying ot get my headshots is finally over. Actually, it ended last night. Not only was the processing delayed, but I had to drive down ot downtown tarpon springs, about an hour and 15 min. away from me, two days in a row to pick up the pictures....and they were horrid. I have always seen myself as a very averag looking person, but after lookin at the pictures, I decided that I was not only beat by the ugly stick, but fucked by it. Lordy lordy lordy. In any case, Jorge was kind enough to help me out and pick out two good ones to use. I photoshopped them, printed them out, and drove two copies over to Gorilla today. I really hope I get to do Side Show. WOuld be miiiiiiiiiighty nice.

I am now in the process of trying ot memorizemy lines for Triumph and do the set fo readings for my class tomm.. I will be so glad when the whole damn thins is over and done with. Off I got to memorize.

Well, my site is nearing the finishing point...well at least the blog page. I just have to trasnfer everything from my old site to my new stuff and make some new graphics. Looking back, I can't believe I had that sad excuse for a site up before. MUCH thanks to Sara for checking out the site, advising me, and allowing me to steal some of her ideas.

Today has been quite interested. Want to hear about it? Too bad, you;re gonna. So I am awakened at 8:30 this morning by the loud sounds of an Indian movie musical on the other side of my bedroom wall. After repeated amounts of slamming the wall, the music seems to stop. I could not go back to sleep, and ten minutes later the music starts again. I used everything from my hand to a hammer to get their attention and nothing. I got to Publix at 12, get back at 12:30....still playing. I went to reeharsal (that is a WHOLE nother story), get back at 6....and still playing. The Tampa police (a joke) say they can;t come out. And the security service at my apt. complex never showed up when I called them earlier. So I tried again, and 2 minutes before the cop arrives, the music stops! However, that was the end of loud music as the group of Indian men next door got the hint I suppose.

So I get in my car to go to rehearsal. I had made myself a sandwich and gotten a slurpee from 7-eleven. Three lights down on Busch, my car starts to make this horribl grinding noise and vibrates. I pull into the parking lot of Olive Garden where people are staring and pointing at my car. I think "Oh shit!" I park, get out of my car and see my rear driver tire COMPLETELEY tore up from the floor up. SO I debate what to do. No towing service. No one to call. Let's check to see if there is a spare in the trunk. There is...and tools to boot. Hmmm...never changed a tire before. Do I call a towing service to come change it for me? Is there a manual. Yes. Bing. Bang. Boom. Fadi changed a tired using a manual. Quite a masculating experience. Now....I get into the car. The slurpee has melted. And my sandwich...believe it or not...has become a melt...not only that...my Jewish Rye bread turns into Melba toast. The heat actually toasted my sandwich!!! And I am talking golden brown and everything!

Get to rehearsal and someone suggests going to Firestone to get it checked out. So I do and Meggin, a godsend, goes with me. You just never know what you will run into at an auto-type shop. The guy behind the counter was cool and laughing at my jokes and joking around with me. Then the mechanic walks in and me and Meggin just look at each other. This guy HAD to have skipped a couple of evoloutionary levels. We are talking almost primordial mixed with Appalachian hollow country. To make a long story short (too late) the tires was fixed (cost me..dammmit!), got to rehearsal, got home, did some homework, updated the site, watched some telly, and now I am here blogging. This also reminds me that I have not written in my journal for the same amount of time. Some things have got to change!

I look forward to leaving the shitty establishment known as the university and the oppressicve clutches of the gaos of the world. This is not a matter of economics, but survival!

THANKS SARA!!!!!!

Testing....Testing...Testes...oops