men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
I finally found a speaker system that is infact sexy....
11.07.2003
8:02 p.m.

Simon told me I acted like Mike today. That'd bring the grand total of Meredith/Mike comparisons to three in the past couple weeks. I dunno. I don't see it. I love Mikey to death, but I really don't think I'm like him. I really don't think I write like him(not that you're a bad writer mike, because I know you will take it like that..)

Today was ok. Had a long rambling conversation with Eric, Nikki and Kristen...we were all avoiding being in the theatre. I didn't even go on stage today, we didn't get to my part. I really don't like working problems for the whole show. I love work rehearsals, they're really really helpful...but the whole show is draining.

So I'm costuming Blithe Spirit. We're getting everything from vintage shops and thrift stores...it's a seven person cast.... I can go crazy. I don't like costuming because it's so daunting with a cast of 60...but seven I think I can totally knock out of the park...fuckin' shit man I know I can.

I also really want to play Elvira. I know I'm getting my hopes up. I know I am but dammit I want it. I want Justin to be the writer(whose name I do not know.) I want Maggie to be the fortune teller. I want to out do everyone's expectations for me. I know I have another role in me. I know I do...it's just convincing Smith..

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Song De Jour:

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run

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