Since I last wrote on this thing, I've gotten a job in finance, enrolled in a master's in professional accountancy program at ASU and am procrastinating on studying for a class that is killing me. Going to two weddings this weekend. No much to say other than I'm way to thin skinned for the interwebs. I open my mouth and say things I want to say, but I can't handle the shit that comes back at me. I'm a dryer full of guts tumbling around and heating up. I'm too human for this mess.
Totally addicted. Mindlessly pressing buttons just to see what will come next. It gets to this point where I'm like in a
coma. A Phoenix Wright coma. My neck hurts, my legs are asleep, and I realize I haven't moved in like 45 minutes because of this stupid game. And it's not even like the game is perfect. It's just so close to being the perfect type of game for me. I think the script is totally wordy and I'd love some version of this game that went noir. That would be the best, but it is based on a japanese game and its family style. But it's so different than everything else out there and it has enough off the wall stuff to keep anyone interested. I mean, come on. There's this guy. And he's supposed to like girls. I love it.
I should be studying. I should be doing anything other than this. I want to go home and play my game and have a yummy dinner. I would like a soda.
I gave my notice. I'm leaving my job and embarking on a world of numbers and plans that I know nothing about. I am giving myself a second chance at finding something I might be good at. I'm also 28 today. It feels like any other day. No profound realization there. I keep thinking I am making people mad at me by not telling them my birthday is coming up. Like maybe they think it's some test as to whether or not I think they are a good friend. It isn't, I promise. I'm tired of parties. I'm tired of inviting people I don't like and them getting to drunk or me getting to drunk, etc, etc, ad nausea.
I'm enrolled in a performance driving class this weekend. I'm ringing in the new year by attempting to learn how the f to drive. Renting a mustang and flooring it around Firebird International Raceway. Look for me. I'll be the girl who just turned 28 trying to control a car that's too big for her.
I'm going back to my old job. Eating Crow one might say. But it will get me by. I'm good at that job. I want to be a good accountant. Hence I need my old job. We need money because I like to spend money like I'm made of it. And I want to manage other peoples' money. hehe.
Cheers.
Another year.
Happy April
There are lots of people in town. Last week was a blast and this week is back to normal. I'm semi restless. My show has opened and has gotten some good reviews. Overall, I'm particularly pleased. Last weekend was also a race weekend for my pop (he has a racing type car) and that was fun. Plus grandma, grandpa, and auntie are all out for a visit. They came to see the show. It's weird because they have actually seen what I do now for the theatre. I wonder what they really think of it. I'll get back to this later, I just wanted to post something in the mean time.
I'm gonna be a rockstar. I never thought this would happen to me. I'm gonna be in a local rag with a little section devoted to people who might want to read about what I think. About who I am. Really, it's tiny. No one will read it except for me. I'm a supra genius.
there are so many people in the valley who should be listed in that thing before me. I think darts must have been thrown and that somebody with the initials RM who loves me like a kitty sells the crap out of me.
I feel special and totally fametarded.
Here are some fight clips that I like at the moment
1. Amar Akbar -- I love the scene where they fight in the barn. I'm also in love with the flurry of fight and the rest and the flurry.
2. Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! -- I'm obsessed with when she breaks his arms. :)
I was just on television. Superstar me. I think that tv may be the greatest illusion ever heaped upon mankind. We believe in the ikea dream sets and spartan beauty that television emits through its spectral glow, but really television is a giant farce. Its a cube farm like the rest of them, bleeding paper, information, taxed brains and cosmetics (I suppose cube farms may not bleed cosmetics). I think what captures me about television is the social engineering of it all. The visual salad (ingredients tossed together, not truly emulsified or combined) of spectacle, polish and presentation. Television looks nothing like itself on the inside.
So on a different note, I met two tiger cubs this morning (best part of my saturday). They were 1 1/2 months old and we raw muscle and bulk, just waiting to grow into huge graceful cats. However, they were anything but graceful. They crowed and growled, chewed and wiggled, adventured and played with whatever they could. I am continually fascinated by babies. (I DO NOT WANT ONE) I am captivated by their lack of control over their facilities. It gets me because it is pure learning and growth. To watch a cub with paws the size of its head try to move and use its own body to achieve a result is so engaging and hilarious. The lack of skill, combined with the physical capability is the thing. Learning to use what you have. The ultimate goal of life. Those tigers were super cute. And probably little monsters. Go visit the Phoenix zoo to see these guys.
I read about the shutdown of the troop increase in Iraq. This feels like a tiny victory (as non-binding as it is). Next we'll take all of his money and say "Fix it with your smarts, Mr. President." I think I should have sent a valentine to Nancy Pelosi. I bet she makes Dick Cheney's heart want to leap out of its bionic casing and strangle her. I think Dick Cheney is Krang from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
On a funny and sad note, Drudge thinks that a bald Britney Spears is a better headline story than the one I mention above. We need to change that. Also, I'm not sure if I'm thrilled that Al Franken is running for the senate. More on that later.
Seriously. This has been a very hard week. I sometimes forget that the greatest victory in the world is getting more than 3 people to commit to doing one thing. I've sort of wrecked myself and I've been feeling dejected and let down by all of the stuff that's happened. Surprisingly, this is the only thing I haven't taken personally in ages.
Back story is that I am working on casting a play. Fatal Attraction: A Greek Tragedy, which is a show that I love and adore and think is simply amazing. I have a wonderful set of people on board, but there seem to have been these big wrenches thrown in the works of things, especially when casting this show (thank GOD we started early). I suppose it's these sort of things that test your metal, but sometimes I think i must be made out of marshmallow fluff, because all of these issues and changes really unfluff my fluff.
But I think we're on track and I think it's going to work out. I am so thankful for the people that have been around me and have helped me in believing this that show is going to be great and if i can just get over all the other stuff that gets in the way. I'm ready to breathe out.
And not have a stomach ache all the time. This cast will be amazing and this show will be the best thing I've ever done. I can tell.
Eat This:
Now tell me she isn't foxy.
Then listen to this:
