Monday, July 23, 2007

Faire

Officially past the half-way point of the faire. This makes me miserable. Without the faire... *sniffs* What else is fun in the world? Seriously, life's boring factor goes to the nth degree without it. School's coming up. Excuse my great enthusiasm for math class.

There's drama backstage as well as onstage right now. The professional actor of the cast picks on the young guy of the cast. Young guy can't stand up for himself without burning bridges. It's a really charged atmosphere backstage. The professional seems to think that his age and experience automatically make him a pseudo-director, and he feels free to boss us around. Not that he doesn't do his part--he really does. But he is not the director. He can suggest, but not boss. *sigh* Oy. Remember I have authority defiance disorder. :-P

I'll try to keep up with this more. Today is my day "off", aka, the day where I clean my room do my laundry clean the gerbil cage pratice spanish make phone calls...

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Workin

Monday was pretty busy at work. I made $42.55 in tips, which is a good day. As long as I make more than $20, I'm happy. More than $30, I'm happy as a clam. More than $40, and I end up spending it all because I feel so rich.

I'm going off to Jeff's to celebrate his birthday today. I got him a card and some lip balm (he goes through that stuff like there's no tomorrow), and I'm going to stop by the grocery store and get him some cinnamon rolls. He loves cinnamon. It's a pretty sad-looking birthday, but he really has got everything he wants. Hard to buy for. I've gotta start thinking about my parents' birthdays, too. August 6th for both. *scratches head* I have no clue what to get them. NONE. Well, that's not entirely true. I think I know what I'm going to do for mom... but she might read this so I can't say. No one ever reads this. I'm talking to myself. *sings* I'm dancing with myself, oh oh dancing with myself...

I'm waiting for mom to come home so I can head out to work. Tracy'll be there, but she's working in the Garden Room. Maybe we can hang out Wednesday or something. Gosh, I feel so darn lazy... I'm just getting by with my laundry. Before school starts, I'm gonna do some spring cleaning. Yeah, I know, spring's gone. But who cares?

Looking at the forecast for my weekends, according to Accuweather. Sat 79, Sun 82. Comfy. *looks to next weekend* 91 and 91. *dies* That had better change. *peers closer* This is freaky. The average precipitation in July is 3.91 inches. So far we've had .43. Last month we had 3.14 inches of rain, while the average is 4.29. That's only 73% of the average. Global warming is killing us all. I look around, and all the grass is dying. The garden's lost, the ground cracked and dry. I hope it rains soon. Just to prove it still can rain.

Still waiting.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Insert Creative Title Here

You know, I'm awful at titles. Chamma itself needs work. The very title itself. Maybe, "Sabridia's Revenge" or "Splintered Chamma" or "Nature's Five" or "Elements". Or then again, maybe NOT.

The weekend has gone by in a blur. I'm sad now. I loved every moment of it, and now it's gone, and I'm sad. It was just so much fun! *sigh of regret*

I'll be a bit scarce for a while as everything falls into place. I need to start saving my money, too. Right now I owe the bank $400 (in my own mind, not literally--I do a save-half-spend-half routine which is really sad right now). Hopefully I can get it under $300 by next Tuesday.

TTYL.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Friday the 13th

Yes, it is, and you probably knew that.

My poor nail color has nearly completely worn off. I have to get rid of the rest today, as well as pack for tomorrow. The watch I got was 3 bucks at Walmart. It kind of occured to me that maybe $30 for a watch is a bit ridiculous...

I'm so tired, looking at next week. Monday (the 9th) was the last day I had off from both the play & work, and July 4th before that. The next one I have... the 23rd, but then I haven't gotten my schedule yet. So I may not have days off anymore... *panics* But then I have a lot of money coming in. $150 a weekend for the play, and about $40 bucks a day working... next week I'll probably make a total of $350 dollars. That's a lot--almost like a full time job. Both together, that's actually 40 hours a week. Then school starts. But the play will be over by then... *huddles in corner to sob eyes out* WAAAH ME LUV CLEVESHAKES!

Currently relaxing, listening to cool music, preparing self before the storm hits. It's a roller coaster, right now just buckling in, securing straps, so by the end of the summer I'll still be alive. Not that it's a bad thing. Really a roller coaster. *grins* Bring it on.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Rebel Me

I feel like such a rebel. This is comparing me to regular me, not anyone else. I'm still on the Best-Behaved Top 10 of people I know. The reason I feel rebellious is that I have a henna tattoo on my arm, dark purple fingernails, and I'm listening to Nightwish.

Henna is an organic dye that lasts for several weeks. For fifteen bucks, I got one of a vine crawling down the last half of my forearm. It's already fading because I couldn't give it enough time to breathe, because of the play.

The dark purple fingernails are a contrast at work. Haha, punk at a Victorian tea shop. Good thing my boss is out of town. *mischievous grin*

Nightwish was recommended to me. Awesome music. Especially "Over the Hills". For some reason their music isn't all over iTunes, so I had to settle for "Nemo". Opero singer meets hard rocking band. Great sound.

Today I'm going to work, then going to buy a watch I can stick into my boot at the faire, then to US Bank to deposit my paycheck and some tip cash, then to Discover Bank to find out when my CD matures, then to my hair appointment, then to pick up Jeff. Day is how I like 'em.

Monday, July 9, 2007

OPEN

WOOT!

Cleveland Shakes is OPEN! GO SEE THEM. www.cleveshakes.org. Both shows are great. I saw only the last half of both Richard III and Taming of the Shrew and enjoyed every moment. The Medieval Faire is AWESOME. It's hot. It's sweaty. It's Shakespeare in the open sun! Bagpipes playing in the background... tinkers bellydancing and singing Arabian folk songs in the streets... bowing to "Prince John" as he passes... running from the tax man and hiding in the woods... talking in an English accent and fanning other cast members and somehow making friends in the process... kicking and slapping and swordfighting... henna tattoos... it is so much fun. Even in 94 degrees.

Finally I have days off (not). I work Tue-Fri. Come by and see me!

I'll try to catch up with more GLMF/CSF stories.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Rehearsal

FOUR DAYS UNTIL OPENING

Hey, let me know if you want to go. I know it's a long way the faire, so when my mom goes to help out, I can take people. I'll have to be Willow Bianca Shakespeare most of the time, so bring a friend or two.

The audition went really well. I don't think I got anything, but the Big Director (not in size, in importance) liked my monologue and kept me around to read quite a bit. The only problem was, half the script was in Yiddish... which I mangled horribly... *winces*

Everything's starting to calm down, falling into place. I'm finally getting everything together. My room's clean, smells nice, laundry's done, gerbils fed, garden weeded, I've done my devotional and updated my calendar, I even read mom's edits to Chamma and took a long walk with her, as well as going to the library.

Food is ok today. So far I've only eaten 2 pieces of bread more than I intended. Which is not bad for me.

Off to work on the scene for the church.

Monday, July 2, 2007

Audition II

Today I have another audition, a much bigger one. I doubt I'll get it, but it's good experience nonetheless. And no, I didn't get the part in Nightmare. Just as well, I suppose--God knows best, and I do have a tendancy to over-extend myself. Right now I'm trying to keep up with my room, laundry, and gerbils, plus rehearsals, plus allergy shots (which I forgot this morning), plus work, plus writing Chamma with my mum, plus writing a script for Jeff, plus getting a voice recording for my friend's boyfriend for his video game, plus memorizing a monologue for my church, plus volunteering for their steak and motor show...

I've been eating way too much. Seriously. I think I have compulsive overeating disorder, and I'm not being a hypochondriac. My mom agrees, and Jeff's concerned, too. I feel like an idiot. Addicted to food? Of all things to have an addiction to, food? I won't be showing up in any psychiatrist's office anytime soon.

As soon as we open my schedule will clear quite a bit, and I'll be able to blog more frequently.