It's About Time, Don't You Think?
I FINALLY found SOME time to sit down and write a little something on here. Class finished early, so I am procrastinating by writing an entry.
ACL is going well, although I find the need to strangle people sometimes. Trying to ignore them does not work for me. I tend to live on a soapbox, so when people do thinks I find sneaky or morallr reprehensible (like lying to your director about having to leave early), then I get angry. I also get angry when people without the ability think they have the ability to do something and then whine whine whine whine whine whine and whine about it to the directors and anyone who will listen.
I never realized how hard it would be not to live up to my nickname. Getting older = becoming less tolerant of the juvenalia. I have NO problem with people having egos if they can back it up. More power to you if you got the shit to flaunt and be proud of.
The show is continually challenging. I need to get off my ass and memorize my lines, but finding time is an impossibility of epic proportions.
Dames is looming on the horizon. I am looking forward to it, though I have misgivings and apprehensions about a couple of things. Guess I just need to suck it up and deal.
Losing weight is fun....except when you stall. At least I have not gained any weight back. But I wanted to get to be super thin for the show. I had four months so there is no excuse for why I did not hit my ideal weight. I guess a whale bone lace-up corset would do the trick. Breathing is optional in the show, right?
Looking for work in NY. Looking for apartments. Looking for a major out.
I'm rambbling and realize I don't have much to say.
Teaching is exhasuting. I mean EXHAUSTING. Students are great with the exception of on campus where I feel like I am a babysitter more than anything else. Never had to deal with SUCH whining and immaturity since I taught high school. But I persevere, make a crack and move on.
Urgh....
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I FINALLY found SOME time to sit down and write a little something on here. Class finished early, so I am procrastinating by writing an entry.
ACL is going well, although I find the need to strangle people sometimes. Trying to ignore them does not work for me. I tend to live on a soapbox, so when people do thinks I find sneaky or morallr reprehensible (like lying to your director about having to leave early), then I get angry. I also get angry when people without the ability think they have the ability to do something and then whine whine whine whine whine whine and whine about it to the directors and anyone who will listen.
I never realized how hard it would be not to live up to my nickname. Getting older = becoming less tolerant of the juvenalia. I have NO problem with people having egos if they can back it up. More power to you if you got the shit to flaunt and be proud of.
The show is continually challenging. I need to get off my ass and memorize my lines, but finding time is an impossibility of epic proportions.
Dames is looming on the horizon. I am looking forward to it, though I have misgivings and apprehensions about a couple of things. Guess I just need to suck it up and deal.
Losing weight is fun....except when you stall. At least I have not gained any weight back. But I wanted to get to be super thin for the show. I had four months so there is no excuse for why I did not hit my ideal weight. I guess a whale bone lace-up corset would do the trick. Breathing is optional in the show, right?
Looking for work in NY. Looking for apartments. Looking for a major out.
I'm rambbling and realize I don't have much to say.
Teaching is exhasuting. I mean EXHAUSTING. Students are great with the exception of on campus where I feel like I am a babysitter more than anything else. Never had to deal with SUCH whining and immaturity since I taught high school. But I persevere, make a crack and move on.
Urgh....
kalksgnlkangvorgnvbnvdnki
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