It's been quite a time since I've posted here. I suppose I don't keep it up much because I don't really know many people on this side of the inter-verse.

In any case, I still wanted to post and say I'm alive, and things are happening. I'm graduating university on the 17th of October, I'm moving out of my parents' house (again) on the 1st of October and, as the crowning achievement, it seems in two months I will be in South Korea. My recruiter got back to me today and said my estimated start date is November 1st, which misses a convocation party my mother was going to throw for me by a single day. Small potatoes, I suppose. I think she wants to get the date of the party changed--she's more excited about my convocation than I am, probably because she never went to university and the prospect of my siblings going is slim-to-nil. No matter. I get free booze out of it and a party in my honor. Fun times.

So, um, how have you guys been?

And to celebrate, here's a lolcats picture of our household fuzzball, Ghengis.

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Somewhat accurate. Neat.

Comment and I'll respond with an honest compliment. Then post this in your journal so I can feed my ego.

Since I don't have many friends on here it's going in my BK too. Those who have both, your choice.

Sook /sʊk/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[sook]

1. a timid, cowardly person, esp. a young person; crybaby. –interjection
[Origin: 1890–95; prob. from earlier sense “calf reared by hand,” perh. suck(-calf), with sp. repr. N England, Scots pron. of suck (but earliest cited pron. of sook is (so̅o̅k))]

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I hate empty beds.

I haven't posted in a while, and the reason for that is I don't like to accumulate too many negative entries. Looking back on them I think, "Am I really such a destructive ball of bitterness?" I know I'm not really like that, so I'm pleased to update with a very positive outlook. 

Answers to zmarlowe's questions.

So that I don't take up all that space in a comment box on your journal Zack,because I spend most of it just agreeing with you.



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From Adam:

1. What book have you re-read more than any other?

In all honesty, I don't really know. I'd be ashamed to say it was one of the Harry Potter books, but that may be the answer -- and the most I've read one of those is twice. I've got to be away long enough from a book in order to pick it up again and start from the beginning. And since most of what I own are textbooks, I'll be damned if I'm reading any of those a full once-over. :P

If I had access to a copy of Aldous Huxley's Brave New World though, I know I'd read it again. And more than likely a third time somewhere down the road.

2. Can we name our cat Mr. Thompkins when we get him?

Fine, but he has to have a first name, too. I don't want to call him "Tommy" for short.

3. What's a role you'd love to perform on stage?

Good question. I don't think I have any leads in mind, to tell the truth. When I think of roles I put a lot of thought into appearance, and I can never think of a role for which my body type and features to fit right (which is why I was not at all surprised that I did not get the role of Lady Macbeth). I'll satisfy this question by saying that I'd very much like to play a part in a musical, where I get to sing something. If I can find a male to accompany me in Aladdin's "A Whole New World", I'll show you my skills one day.

4. What film would you make if you had the money/resources at your disposal with no restrictions?

Probably a film based on an original script I wrote, or had a hand in writing. With elaborate costumes. Or something.
Since Hollywood seems to be running out of things to film and doing a lot of sequels and remakes, how do you expect me to find something to film?

Although I might like to do a film version of The Goat or Who is Sylvia?. That'd break barriers. And heads.

5. What's a horror film you'd be curious to watch (barring the original Haunting, which we'll have to catch sometime)?

Ju-On, otherwise known as the Japanese original of The Grudge. I'd probably wet myself and cry a lot, but there are a few differences between them that I'd like to see with my own two eyes.


Questions, anyone?

Okay, so I'm giving Doctor Who a chance. I saw 'Blink' and was very impressed. I listen to the theme song at least once every day since I saw it. And now I'm uploading Doctor Who userpics.

Yep, call me a nerd. I like it--it turns me on. XP

<3

I was debating whether to post to BK or here, but it seems that most of my regular friends on BK have abandoned the site and most all who's left are teenagers who post every (if not twice a) day.

Things are going well. I still can't believe I'll be in charge of an entire cast and crew for a whole four hours. It's a very daunting task. Thankfully, I'm getting a leg up on what I think should be done--I made tattoo stencils so that anyone can make them and they don't need just me. After all, the job of any of the crew backstage is to make sure that if they get hit by a bus, their position can be taken over. So it shall be with me.

I can't wait for school to begin, in the meantime. Apartment and bed (hopefully with cat to follow) here I come. <3

[Edit] Shiny new avatar. ^_^

Since BK isn't available (surprise, surprise), I'm going to post here because it's been on my mind lately.

Though most people on my friends' list know this already, I'm an inventory auditor on call--I work with my company, RGIS, to count other companies' stock. Now that June is rolling around, there is more work to be done, and I'm finally getting some shifts.

Now, there is a core team who goes around Atlantic Canada counting Wal-Marts and only Wal-Marts. This core team is comprised of people from all over the country--Quebec, Halifax, Newfoundland, etc. I couldn't go this year because I have my theatre stuff going on, plus I wouldn't really want to be gone for two months, living out of hotels and counting shit. Maybe if I didn't have anyone at home waiting for me, but a certain someone is very dear to me and I couldn't bear to be gone for any longer than a week. A friend of mine who people often confuse me with and vice versa (and we constantly get called "The Sisters" at work because we look so much alike), is doing Wal-Marts along with a few others on our team.

I went to work on Wednesday at an optical in the mall, counting glasses, contact lenses and other glasses and contacts accessories. When I got there, I heard what had happened.

The Wal-Mart core team had just finished up in Corner Brook and were driving to Clarenville (ballpark 5 hour, 6 hour drive). A car full of auditors from Halifax were driving right ahead of the car full of people from our Newfoundland team. The Halifax team lost control of the car, ran off the road and crashed. They weren't wearing seat belts. Two of the auditors were killed on impact, one is in the hospital in critical condition and the others were broken up--legs, arms, etc. The head of RGIS Canada was to fly down Wednesday afternoon and fly back to Halifax with the bodies. Work today was canceled because of it.

I never talked to these people, though I may have inadvertently met one of them last year when they were here doing Zeller's. But it's shocking when something like this happens so nearby. I'm driving to Corner Brook next week (work permitting), and it's a sobering thought knowing this has happened--we don't know if the next time we see our loved ones will be our last; we don't know if the next meal we have will be the last thing we taste; we don't know if the next breath we take will be the last to leave our lungs.

I suppose the ultimate point is that I'm a little more grateful for things since Wednesday.

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Things have been going alright, barring my revoked employment. While it's not the end of the world, it's going to make it so much more difficult to pay off all the debts I have before going back to school in September. I just hope that my on-call inventory job is able to provide me with a few more shifts, because that's just about my only salvation for making half-decent money. I did apply for a job at the customer service desk in the mall, which is 8-10 hours, so that'd be perfect for a job on the side of everything else I'm doing.

I need to meet with Jennifer Deon for Shakespeare By The Sea, which I believe I am doing tomorrow morning. I've had ideas flowing about the makeup design for Macbeth, but as I was designing the Bloody Sergeant the other night, I stopped and realized that I had never made a wound with makeup before in my life (well I kind of had, but they were mostly stitches, and I was only 11). So I decided to go whip up a blood mixture with stuff I found in the cupboards and see how grotesque of a wound I could make. I used a teaspoon of honey, a squirt of corn syrup, a little baking soda, red food coloring, and then when I didn't have enough of that, a squirt of ketchup to make it more red. Adding the ketchup to the baking soda was serendipitous genius, as ketchup is acidic with the vinegar in it, and reacted to the baking soda and thickened up quite nicely. I then applied this mixture to my arm in a gash-type formation, outlined it with lipstick and stroked around it with various brown, black and red eyeshadow. That still wasn't enough, so to make it look more real, I took some lint, stuck it to the edges of the sticky blood-ish mix and covered it in nail polish. It may sound ridiculous, but here is the result, and I must say that I'm quite pleased.








If that doesn't look like a gash, I don't know what does. All I need to do is slap some fake blood in/on that and voila--a deep, gushing flesh wound!

Wish I could dabble on about the ins and outs of life right now, but no time. I must flee.

If someone tells me or people around me in the dressing rooms to be quiet or shut up or anything of the sort tonight, I'm going to lose it. I promise. And I'm bringing bags of candy so people can snack while they watch me freak out and eat certain peoples' insides.

Or maybe Cluny will do it for me.
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I nearly lost it last night at a certain actress' girlfriend for telling everyone in the dressing rooms to shut up. Then she turned around to me and said "Can you make them be quiet? They can hear all that upstairs." I stayed calm, remarkably, but said "Listen. A good few of us are diploma kids. We practically live here. And we know what can be heard upstairs. So get ready, and take a pill." If that or something similar happens again downstairs, I won't be held responsible for what I do. Any actors who want to own the place are going to be told to shut the fuck up and do the thing that they've been cast in Redwall for - to act. I'm not having actors tell me what to do downstairs when they can't even keep the place clean. No one tells me how to do my job but me.

I am glad that at least the makeup for Redwall is going well. I've gotten all kinds of compliments for the job I've been doing, and I'm so grateful for all my assistants, especially Beth and Ellie. Though seriously, the guy who brought all the movie makeup is screwing up. I had to fix at least three peoples' makeup last night because it didn't look right or they weren't happy with it. I've got to learn to work faster.

Adam's really hamming it up, he completely broke the fourth wall last night with ad-libbing such as "Well, you took that little bit of exposition rather well", and "Cue escape music!". I'm proud of him and Matthew. They make this show half bearable. I wish I could see the new stuff they are doing, but there's no time with makeup changes.

I feel like all I'm going to do from here on in is complain, so I'll leave that 'til after tonight's show.

*sigh* One down, two more to go...

I feel all fuzzy inside. How do you make me feel so worth it?

<3

I could totally do a childish rant right now, about how I'm sick of having no privacy and with people here in my parents' place going through my stuff, but I won't. Furthermore, I know that it's fueled by the time of the month, so screw it - I'm just going to fume in silence and hope that a large bowl of chocolate ice cream complete with whipped topping and chocolate sauce is going to appear in front of me to make me happy. ... *huff*

I worked two stores today. Dear god, I never want to see the innards of The Village again for a very long time. Why? Because the first store lasted from 7:00am - 1:30pmish, and then from 1:30 - 9:30 I had to wait around because the second store was close by. It would have been totally pointless for me to go home in between, so I stayed. At least I had some company, because Cavan (my friend and supervisor for the first store of the day) didn't have much to do either. I worked on the two pictures I had drawn recently, so at least it wasn't a complete waste of time (not at all to say that time with Cavan is wasted - he engages in some interesting conversation).

I've been relieved from work for tomorrow, so I have a sudden day off. I think I'll be going down to Brandt's for the evening, since he offered and said that he and Mary want to see me. I missed them too, and felt terribly for breaking their bed and their futon, but Brandt said it was alright and not to worry about it. The bed was on its last legs, and the part of the futon that snapped was on a knot in the wood, so he just used a piece of the bed to fix it. ... Oh, Brandt.

I'm feeling awful guilty and pissy today. I need space, but I can't get it. ... Erg.

I've moved out of there and I'm living with my parents again. It feels so weird - 6 people living in a townhouse. >_<;

I feel better than I did. I'm just trying to get through exams now without too much fuck-uppery. I really can't wait until this semester is over. Then on Saturday I get to start cat-sitting for a couple of friends of mine. Sweet cat, so I'm looking forward to it. =)

I'm single now.

That phrase is something I know that I'll be saying for a long time to come, and it doesn't get any easier with each repitition. It's a scary reality in so many ways. I think the biggest one is that I haven't been properly single in 6 1/2 years, and I'm genuninely afraid of that. Loneliness is something that I have never been able to cope with very well. But I know that it's not good to just stay with someone just because one is comfortable. It'll be good for me, and I know that if it got to a point where I was just pretending I really wouldn't be able to bear it, and everything would be ending a hell of a lot worse than they are.

I'm so confused. I know I'm not happy here, but I don't hate him.

It hurts.

I have a kiss,
and that makes me bolder
and stronger inside -
I'll cope when I'm older.
There's so many things
that are so hard to shoulder,
but thanks for the things that I miss.
In a moment like this,
I still have a kiss.

I have a kiss,
which brings to the surface
a whole different picture
of process and purpose,
and there will be times
that will better serve us.
But for now everything's so amiss.
In a moment like this,
I still have a kiss.

I have a kiss,
that makes me feel wonder
at life in itself.
But I'm going under
the ebb and the flow
that draws things asunder.
To pick up the pieces - my only wish.
In a moment like this,
I still have a kiss.

I have a kiss -
a moment in time
that's fleeting and fuzzy
but it's all mine.
To treasure a moment
is never a crime -
so thanks for the things that I miss.
In a moment like this,
I still have a kiss.

I still have a kiss.

I love how no one commented on my last entry in my public journal, after mentioning that I'll have to talk to a surgeon. My friends on it really seem to care. [/sarcasm]

We started filming for our group project in stage class today. We've got all the shots we need in the classroom setting. Now all we need is the footage of our protagonist studying at home and we go to the editing room. It was fun. Our actors were really into it, and as the director I got to boss people around.

I've decided lately that I'm going to try really hard to eat well and exercise so I can lose weight. I bought exercise clothes yesterday because there was a huge sale going on at the mall. I decided that I'd need the clothes eventually anyway, and if I had them I'd feel less conscious about exercising.

Bf and I are actually moving very soon, right into the heart of downtown. I grew up there when I was 4 or so, and I must say I think that's where I belong. I like being close to everything, and if I go downtown I won't really have to worry about how I'll get home - walking there will take a maximum of ten minutes. Maybe I'll even make a priority of walking Signal Hill half-frequently if I live nearer to it.


Ten more days until my birthday goes unmarked.