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[29 Oct 2008|05:10pm] |
So life in New York? Pretty damn sweet. I was walking to school this morning, making the 9 block trek from my dorm on 70th to the school on 61st, shivering and sipping my coffee, relishing in the biting wind and the fact that I live here. You know? It's pretty incredible. Eight million people and me. I live in a shithole of a building with a bunch of scary, smelly old people, some mice and roaches that lie dead on the stairs for 2 weeks before anyone cleans them up, I walk to school everyday down Amsterdam Avenue, which is apparently a wind tunnel during the winter, there's always construction everywhere, and I have never been happier. I went home for a few days during the semester break and all anyone could say was how good I look, how happy I look. It's a pretty incredible feeling, to finally have found my place in the puzzle.
I'm sitting in the library doing research for my second semester musical project...listening to shows from the 40s and 50s looking for songs to sing. It's pretty great. I'm unbelievably glad to be here.
Halloween is Friday...I will be doing some drinking. I'm really looking forward to it :)
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[22 Oct 2008|06:45pm] |
So it's October? I realize that I just died for like 3 months, but I've been balls-out busy. School, work, spending most of my money on theatre tickets...whatever. I finished my first semester at AMDA and I'm pretty satisfied. Second semester is going to be a fuckload of work, but I'm ready for it. I've hit the ground running. I've got some rockin' awesome teachers, some good material to work with. It'll be great.
Maybe I'll remember I have a livejournal once in awhile? Je ne sais pas. How is everyone?
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[26 Jul 2008|11:09am] |
I swear I'm not dead. I'm still here. (a la Follies...?)
I'm just sans a personal computer. I've been using the ones in the computer lab at the Strat (my dorm) but there are no chairs, so I have to stand to use them. Not the most fun thing in the world.
You know what IS the most fun thing in the world, though? Getting up at 4am to wait in line at the Public Theater in Central Park for tickets to see Hair. Yesterday was the longest day ever, but holy crap it was so much fun. Hair was amazing. If you live in NYC, go see it. If you don't live in NYC, come visit. I'm serious. It's that good.
I should get my computer in the next week or two. I FINALLY have everything figured out. It took a freaking month, but I've got it going.
And I got a job! I'm starting in like 2 hours...it's this little cafe down in Chelsea...the Paradise Cafe. Should be fun. And I'll make some money. Happy birthday.
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[28 Jun 2008|07:37pm] |
So here I am. New York City. Dormed up, danced out, bedraggled, and more tired than I've been in a loooooong time. Five and a half hour dance placement audition today, and yesterday was even worse. I was up at 6am, warmed up and singing and monologueing by 10, and in seminars and shit all day. I saw In the Heights last night, and all I have to say is "Daaaayyyyyyyum." Meow.
I'm getting my laptop sometime this week, I really hope. A new MacBook from the awesome Apple store on 5th Avenue. I love New York City.
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[05 Jun 2008|04:44pm] |
Loan: Check
Housing: Check
8 Leotards, 11 pairs of tights, character shoes, tap shoes, jazz shoes, ballet shoes: Check
Three weeks.
Also, Sex & the City was AWESOME.
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[28 May 2008|03:52pm] |
New York in t-minus 28 days. Not that I'm counting...
I've got to start disecting my room...there are still boxes full of stuff piled in front of my closet from when I moved back from Appalachian last May. I'm a champion at procrastination. I'm still waiting on my rooming information. It seems like a lot of my classmates have already gotten theirs, but I did turn in the first tuition payment late, so maybe that's it. And they still seem to be mailing my stuff to my ASU box, so it has to get forwarded here. Weird. Anyway, all I really have left to do is finish applying for a loan, get a physical, and buy stuff. I need different character shoes, tap shoes, ballet shoes, and new leotards and tights. I'm thinking about getting a couple extra thousand dollars for my loan so I can get a new computer, since the LCD screen is cracked on my old one. Plus, I really want a fucking MacBook. A black one, so I can feel a little more like Carrie Bradshaw :) (Junior's going through a major Sex & the City phase and it's starting to affect me.)
The next few weeks are going to be nuts. We close Smoke on the Mountain this weekend (thank god), next weekend is Caleb's graduation and spending time in Boone with Daddy and Janine, the next is Sam's wedding and Tracy & Skyler Day, the next week we're leaving on Thursday for the beach for a few days. That Sunday is our "It's Too Fuckin' Hot" bbq and an evening of drunken belligerence, and I fly out three days later. I'm sure there will be a MacMansion party thrown in there somewhere...Wendy keeps talking about throwing me a Gatsby going away party, which I'm all over. Jen's parents used to own an antique store, and when they closed it they just moved all the stuff into three warehouses. Jen said there's TONS of twenties clothes and shoes that I can sift through if I need a costume. YES, PLEASE.
I'm glad that Robby is going to NYC with us. As much as he hates crowds, I want him to see my New York for a few days. We're going to sneakily abandon Mom and Caleb the first night and go exploring. Times Square at night. Oogling uptown brownstones. Melting into the park. Join a drum circle in Washington Square, maybe. Wander through the Village in a daze.
I just can't wait to get up there and get started. This is going to take me somewhere crazy. I can feel it.
I read too many books at one time. I'm reading The Host, Stephenie Meyer's alien book. It's pretty good, but there's no Edward Cullen involved, so meh. And Laurell K. Hamilton's latest Anita book, Blood Noir came out yesterday. I'm just waiting for my paycheck to deposit so's I can run up to Barns & Noble and get it (and some Starbucks...let's not play). I'm also re-reading HP7 and buried halfway into Pride & Prejudice again. I think it's a compulsion, honestly. Or maybe it just wears my brain out so I can sleep at night. Either way, I'm happy.
I think I'm addicted to online shopping. It's sad, really.
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[25 Apr 2008|01:21am] |
Iz mah birfday.
Or it was an hour and a half ago. I just kind of had a lazy day, for the most part. Sat around, drank coffee, watched 30 Rock (best show ever, by the by) for most of the day.
The birthday part came when Junior and I went and saw Rent in Greensboro. It was a great cast, rockin' band, and some great little quirky directoral changes were made. Every time I see Rent, though, it makes everything so much more magnificent. No day but today, and all that. It kind of defined my teenage years, in a way. My friends and I were all about la vie boheme, although we were kind of suburban bohemians. It's about love and taking advantage of the moments we're given, which we did. It makes me fill up with love for everyone I've ever known, especially for the people who shared Rent with me back in the day. We had our falling-outs and growing-aparts, but in the end, I loved them so very much. That's something you can't get rid of. At the end of the day, we were just a bunch of lost kids who loved each other.
Being 20 is kind of lame. Not much special, except that I'm not a teenager anymore. Oh, and my license expired. I should see about getting a new one, I guess.
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[27 Mar 2008|09:35pm] |
27 March, 2:15 am
Stumble in at midnight smelling
like wine & cigarettes & laughter.
Tumble into bed, clothes mussed
& makeup-smeared, but still relatively
intact. Scribble a few lines
of nonsense poetry & gobble 6
ibuprofin to ward off a hangover,
set alarm for 5:25 am and sleep.
27 March, 10:47 am
I fling my cigarette against the
pavement & it explodes into
sunlight, illuminating all
the sad faces in the room.
The light dims.
I am sitting in a corner drinking
a latte & chasing it with whiskey.
You are sitting in another corner
talking to a girl who is a lot
prettier than me.
This is what is not happening right now.
I wish I was a homeless hitchiker,
sleeping on couches and stealing your
pills while you're away at work.
I wish I had the balls to throw
it all away. Stop eating, stop caring
whether I live or am alive, start
drinking red bull and vodkas, or
kaluha and milks when I get
tired and want a bath.
Your eyes get crinkly when
you make that gasping laugh
sound and you tense & lean
over to my side of the red couch.
We joke & make faceless pacts
but let's just be in love, ok?
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[25 Feb 2008|12:05pm] |
I wish I was more mysterious.
I wish my hair was naturally red.
I wish I wasn't scared of gyms.
I wish my room wasn't always a wreck.
I wish I could remember every beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.
I wish Robby would give me back my headband.
I wish I always had something to write about.
I wish I wasn't so tall.
I wish I had more interesting stories to tell.
I wish there were more hours in the day.
I wish I didn't have to ever sleep.
I wish I could sleep all the time.
I wish he would touch me more.
I wish I made better choices.
I wish life was fair.
I wish Are You Afraid of the Dark? was still on Nickelodeon.
I wish I made more money.
I wish I could write music.
I wish I believed in something.
I wish solidarity was real.
I wish I could figure myself out.
I wish my heat was working.
I wish I could remember to bring my glasses home from the theatre.
I wish my calender wasn't still on November.
I wish I was more consistent.
I wish I was more spontaenous.
That's a lot of 11:11s to wait for...
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[13 Feb 2008|12:00pm] |
If I could, I would spend the rest of my life on the couch watching Lifetime. An hour of Will & Grace in the morning, followed by a devastating, emotionaly draining, and empowering (read: trashy) movie about women. The one on right now is called Snowbound. I'm a little pathetic.
Oh no. She's going out to her car alone. This can't end well. Cue creepy music, footsteps, and heavy breathing. And there he is. Guy in ski mask grabs her. Oh good, she got away. Oh Lifetime. You are endlessly entertaining.
Today is supposed to be the best day of my life, but so far it's not panning out that way. I'm supposed to go to Priscilla's with David Brown, the costumer for Pippin, to get my corset and fmbs (fuck me boots) for my costume. It's funny because David Brown is this sweet little homo. Obsessed with fairy tales, paints swirly paintings, plays the viola, etc. Absolutely the last person you would expect to find in a place like Priscilla's. I told Junior yesterday that I'm going to find the biggest dildo in the place, walk around a corner, hand it to him and say, "Hold this." Then just walk away. Robby, Randy & Junior all said they would love to be a fly in the wall during this trip.
Oh days off of work. I loves them.
( Lifetime & surveys... )
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