My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Rehearsal today with Shoestring was awesome! I decided to jump in and warm up with the cast (I've finally stopped calling them my kids!) and I had more fun than I've had in a while. As always, it's nice to have Shoestring so I can take my mind off of everything else for a few hours and focus on the show. I'm bummed that we only have 9 rehearsals left. I feel like we should have at least another month together. It's going to be hard to say goodbye to this crew. But our show opens in a little more than 2 weeks, and it's going to be flippin' sweet! Note to self: Buy Napoleon Dynamite on DVD as soon as funds permit. I thought I'd have more to say but I don't. Oh well.

When I heard about the recent major quake that hit Indonesia the other day, I had the most interesting thought. I have to preface this with a recollection from last summer. Yes, I actually remember bits and pieces of last summer. Anyhoo, hurricane season was in full effect and Florida was getting its ass beat. After the 3rd or 4th storm, I saw a news clip of a woman packing up to move. But she wasn't just packing. She was practically throwing her stuff into the boxes. You could read the disgust on her face. She said, "I've had enough of this. I'm fed up. I'm moving to Massachusetts." I don't think there's a lot of people in Banda Aceh who can say, "Fuck Indonesia, I'm moving to Tahiti!" In other news... The Scarlet Knights went down fighting the Lady Vols and the score was Tennessee 59, Rutgers 49. Or something like that. I was and still am bummed, but Rutgers had a helluva season. Cappie's coming back next year and playing her final

I've had to make a series of trips to Newark in the past week and a half. It's hard work. I'm slightly tired and cranky, but I'm perservering. The end result will be good and then I'll tell you all about it. In sports news: Oh, it's on tonight. Rutgers v. Tennessee. The Scarlet Knights served the Lady Vols back in January, and now it's on. (If you didn't see the "You Got Served" episode of South Park, th previous two sentences make no sense.) It shall be riveting Elite Eight tourney play for all. Random TV Show Idea: Take "Will and Grace," mix it with "Three's Company," and add a dash of mocha. I don't have a title for it, but since it might eventually be based on real life I'm sure I'll come up with something brilliant. It could make a great script for the WB. Or maybe even Fox. Apologies for the cryptic-ness. Giving information without giving information. Just think of it as an episode of "Desperate Ho

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Was anyone else creeped out by the news clip of the Pope trying to talk to the people at the Vatican today? I mean, we all know he's sick. He knows he shouldn't try to speak. But he did, and all that the world heard was something raspy and very creepy. I'm not trying to offend anyone here, but he sounded possessed. I thought the irony was kinda funny. I assume my blog will be boycotted by someone in Vatican City about 2 years from now, seeing as that's how long it took for them to attempt to boycott The DaVinci Code .

That's the best title that I could come up with today. Sorry. All of my genius has gone into the idea that I have for this blog right now. Today I feel like talking about the news. There's some interesting things going on in the news, and there's some crap that's going on too. I just feel like putting my ideas out there. That's what blogs are for. So if you're down for my week in review, read on. If not, come back tomorrow or whenever I update again. I'll be back to my normal tales of melodrama. All right then, we've got a lot to cover, so let's get moving! Just a note: The stories I'm covering are talked about in no particular order of time, importance, whatever. I'm not a journalist. Just a blogger. Ok! The Schiavo Case No, no! Don't go away! I won't say much, I promise. Once again, the nation has been divided over this poor woman's life. People want her to live. People want her to die with dignity. Our opinions really don't

I went shopping with my mom for a hot minute so I could find more suitable things to wear to job interviews. Needless to say, it was a crucial outing. I only have one business suit, and it's so awesome that I should only save it for final interviews. I had to wear it earlier this week, finding out that it would only be the second out of a total of four interviews. Four?!? This is not the frickin Miss America pageant. I'm just trying to get a job. I digress. The difficulty in shopping with my mom is that we have conflicting views on what I should wear. Yes, I know I have to be conservative. But that doesn't mean I have to dress like I'm 50. I told my mom that, quickly adding that I meant no offense. By the way, I did not just tell you how old she is ::Jedi mind trick:: But somewhere along the way in our 45 minutes of futility at Kohl's, I realized that I just have to be über conservative for the interviews. Once I've got the job, I can wear whatever the hell I w

I seriously need to become gainfully employed. Soon. I just sat through a double feature that I'm ashamed of. Especially since I wasn't watching them with beer and friends for the sole purpose of making stupid comments. I watched these films back to back, by myself. Eurotrip and Love Don't Cost A Thing . Sheer boredom and poverty have finally gotten the best of me. I just watched two of the lamest teen movies of recent history. I wasn't even a teenager when these movies were released! And the whole time I was watching these movies, I remember laughing once. It was somewhere during Eurotrip but I don't remember what part. I seriously believe I did significant damage to my brain. Bad movies will do that to you. So will MTV, VH1, and BET. Horrifically bad damage in excessive amounts. But limited exposure is reversible. Nonetheless, I feel dirty. I'm too much of a movie snob to have wasted my time with that mess. I blame my parents. If they were willing to shell o

are two words to use when deciding where to register when you're getting married. My best Chi-town friend Rachel is getting married this October. They're registered at Target and Home Depot. Does it get any better than that? Cause when you think about it, who wouldn't love to be registered at Tiffany & Co., Fortunoff's, Saks Fifth Ave., etc? But unless your guest list includes Prince William and Paris Hilton, chances are you're going to get 20 toasters. From Wal-Mart. On clearance. I'm not saying that people are that cheap, they would just do that out of spite because you registered at the most expensive places on the planet. Or maybe that's just what I would do. I digress. Anyhoo, Rachel's lists had really cool and practical things. And the price range was enough to accomodate anyone's budget. Seriously: there's everything from a plasma tv to sponges for a George Foreman grill. I hope that I will remember to have such practicality when decid

I'm really going to go to bed after I tell this story. We went to this cool restaurant called Joe's Crab Shack for dinner, and I decided to have fried shrimp and snow crab legs. What I forgot when I ordered my crab legs is that I'm rather inept with that little nutcracker tool thingie that you're supposed to use. I'm a very good sport about it, but usually my mom steps in and helps me out. Out of pity, I guess. Well, tonight she decided to let me suffer and struggle on my own. And I think the fact that I'm 22 years old had something to do with it too. Or maybe she just wanted some dinner entertainment. So I'm sitting there trying to get the claw part of the crab separated from the rest of its leg, and I'm pulling and cracking and pulling and cracking...nothing's happening. All of a sudden, the claw just kinda pops off and flies in the air. Now this is all happening in slow motion at this point, and I'm having one of those split-second nightmares

I'm supposed to be in bed and sleeping now. I have a job interview at 11am. I didn't wake up until 2pm this afternoon. Yeah, having nothing to do all week has messed up my sleeping pattern. Oh well. Do deee do de doooo. I guess that's enough time wasting for now.

I wish that I would get back into writing again. Like poetry and stuff. All through school, from 7th grade till last year, I was always writing something. But I barely even think about it now. Maybe it's from lack of inspiration. Or the result of a broken spirit. The summer I spent at the Evil Place was definitely enough to break anyone's spirit. Or maybe I'm just too lazy. Or maybe I've been so focused on other things that there's no room for poetry. I can feel that part of my brain just lying dormant. It seems like every once in a while it tries to wake up. But then more important things like Get A Job and Do Something With Your Life take over. *sigh* I stopped by the toy store today. I had actually been avoiding the place for a while...I wasn't interested in discussing why I have not relinquished my keys. But I was in the mall to buy a birthday card for my dad and I accidentally walked past the store and I thought that one of the managers saw me. Crap. Then I

Seriously: Who in hell makes phone calls to anyone at 8:30 in the morning if it's not a pre-arranged call or some god-awful emergency? I thought that basic rules of etiquette said that anything before 10am is considered rude. Fortunately it was the house phone ringing for me regarding a job, and not my cell phone. At 8:30am, I would have been too combative and incoherent to properly take care of the call. Some people just have no manners. And now I shall be inconvienced by calling this person back until I finally catch her at her desk. Grrr.

An early Happy St. Patrick's Day to all. Once again, I will be spending a sober St. Paddy's...much to the chagrin of my 1/8 Irish ancestry. Next year I'll go all out. I promise.

Today I went to a job fair at school. I need a job. There were some opportunities that I checked out...we'll see how things go. The funny thing about it all was that the rent-a-car people were there. As in the same lady that I interviewed with 4 weeks ago. I walked up to the booth and she was all, "Oh, you look familiar." I was like, "Yeah, you non-phone-using evil person, you interviewed me four weeks ago and chose to never call back." Except that I was in Corporate mode, so I spoke the language of the sell-outs instead of saying what I really felt. Long story short, they "selected a different candidate." So why were they whoring themselves out to everyone else who walked past? Hmmm.... I'm only saying, they could have told somebody. I mean, I suffered a two week depressive episode where I essentially felt like I was the most worthless human being on the planet. All they had to do was call. Or even write a letter. Anyway, the saga has finally ende

And when I say "snippets" I really just mean my two cents on the whole thing. Most importantly, the Scarlet Knights are headed to the Big Dance! The women's team, of course. I don't think the men's team exists any more. At least not enough to matter. Anyhoo, Coach C. Viv and the team are playing next week in Storrs and I wish I could go. Alas, I am poor. But I will definitely stay up on all the news. Oh yeah. Fairly Ridiculous--oops, I meant Fairleigh Dickinson--is also in the tournament. I predict that they will be thoroughly thrashed by U of Illinois. Once that happens, then the rest of the tri-state media attention can be focused on Rutgers. And that's my coverage on sports for the night. The end.

My family's cat has become my arch nemesis. When my mom brought him home in that spring of 1997, he was the greatest thing in the world. He had the cuuutest widdle eyes and the cuutest widdle tail and the cuuutest widdle tummy and did the cuuutest widdle things like attack my feet or play under the recliner. No one said he was bright. Anyway, fast forward to now, just a few weeks before the cat's 8th birthday. Which happens to be April 15th. I think that's hilarious...my pain-in-the-ass cat has his birthday on one of the most dreaded days of the year. I digress. This nearly 8 year old cat has become one of my least favorite people. Yes, I referred to the cat as a person. I often behave as if the silly creature has a somewhat human capacity for human emotions and reactions. Moving on. The cat and I have never really been on the best of terms. It's kind of like he's the bratty little brother I never wanted. My parents spoil him rotten and he gets to do whatever he wan

So I nearly had a nervous breakdown today before my stupid job interview. I was tired because I hadn't slept well and I couldn't get my hair to look right either. So there I was in my bathroom desperately trying to get my hair to "work" and I'm fighting off tears because I did not want to go in for a job interview while having a nervous breakdown. Fortunately I avoided the crisis and went in for another boring interview for a job that doesn't pay enough money. Got home and ranted in front of my mom for 10 minutes about how hard all of this shit is, leading so a semi-nervous breakdown. But I admitted that I was just pissed off and really tired. So I took a nap. I don't feel any better...just tired and really hungry. And still pissed off. I guess I'll just go out and grab something to eat. Then I'll probably sit back here in front of the computer and continue to look for jobs for which I am either overqualified or underqualified. The moral of this st

Well, not exactly. I now have a haircut that is very similar to that of an evil character on my favorite soap. I'd try to find a picture link, but I'm not all that web savvy yet. Ok, ok. I look like psycho Beth on "Passions." You know, the one who can't get it into her stupid head that Luis doesn't ever want to be with her and Sheridan will eventually find out that she (Beth) kidnapped Sheridan's baby. If you don't watch the show, this doesn't make any sense. But "Passions" fans know that I'm talking about. I don't really know if this haircut is good or bad...I'll have to give it a few days. In other news, I'm feeling slightly better about the job situation. So much better that I didn't have a psychotic breakdown when I was offered a job that involved handling and storing medical specimens. I should have told the woman that I did not graduate from college so I could get a job schlepping other people's pee all day l

Feeling a bit better today. Spent all morning in bed till it was time to watch "Passions," then parked on the couch till my mom came home and told me how nice it was outside. The weather made me feel better, I guess. I'm actually feeling better enough that I got my first new cell phone bill (I switched carriers last month) and I didn't start bawling at the fact that it's like $125 dollars and I don't have the money for it. I still have a few weeks to get it together, and if push comes to shove I can ask for a $20 loan from my parents. Or I can see how long I can let my NYC parking ticket slide. But I probably won't. I guess that's it for now.

So it's practically 4am on Monday. I spent the entire day watching television and feeling pathetic about myself. Then again, that's pretty much all I've done for the past week with the exception of Shoestring rehearsals and the Jill Scott concert on Saturday. The concert was inexplicably amazing. But it's over and I'm back in Jersey permanently unless I start coming up with reasons to go to NYC. So, this whole "wallowing in sorrow" bit. It's becoming a vicious cycle. I'll make up my mind to get over this whole stupid job thing (being rejected by the rent-a-car fuckheads) and I'll just find something else to do. Then I actually make the effort to look online or check out the newspaper for possible leads. Upon looking, I find the following things: 1. Banking positions, which I have already determined to be not suitable because they don't pay more than $9/hr and I would end up being bored enough to kill myself. 2. Retail positions. Again, shit

I think I'll go out today and buy some new accessories to go with the new shirt I bought yesterday. I'm going to see Jill Scott @ Radio City tomorrow night and I figured I owed myself some cool threads. Plus, I straightened my hair, so I've got a whole new look going on. Why is it that the instant that I decide to pick up on the whole pinstripe fedora trend (which will look so hot with my outfit), the style is now stupid western hats? I can't find a kick ass fedora to save my life. I also think that I'll stop by my local music shop and pick up that Lil Jon cd. "Crunk Juice." I've heard that it's pretty hot. I'll decide after my purchase if it earns an extra "t." Why do all of my web browsers suck? Safari, Netscape, IE, Firefox....they all give me problems and they all suck. But it could also be my computer. At a ripe old 4 1/2 years old, it's getting cranky and cantakerous. It makes a lot of noise. All the time. I'm glad I hav

STILL waiting to hear back from the rent-a-car people. Called yesterday and left a voice mail, no response at all this morning. Spent all morning in bed next to cell phone, reading and waiting for phone to ring. Nothing. Called half an hour ago...she was on the phone, did I want to leave a voice mail? Opted to not leave the voice mail and just call back in a little bit. Just called again...she's still on the freaking phone. Left another voice mail this time...praying that I didn't sound pathetic and/or desperate, which is pretty much the state that I'm in now. It isn't really fucking fair to have someone interview with a company for 3 days straight (which included a gas-guzzling trip to Somewhere in South Jersey and the purchase of a business suit courtesy of Mom's Lord and Taylor charge card) and then not contact that person for a week. Or ever, as it seems to look right now. I seriously can't keep calling this damn office and leaving increasingly pathetic voic

Still have not heard from the rent-a-car place. This means one of two things. 1. They have decided that I am a loser and could never ever be successful there and I am doomed to live as a starving artist for the rest of my life because a liberal arts degree does not make me worthy of ever having a real job outside of retail and I should have thought of that before I decided to go and act like a freaking hippie for the majority of my college years. (pause to catch breath) 2. Someone in the office went through a terrible crisis and they simply forgot to call me or check the damn voice mail which is really freaking inconsiderate but I'm sure as soon as they realize what's happened they'll call first thing in the morning with a free pass through the third interview and straight on to training which means that I got the job and I won't have to live as a starving artist until I've paid off all my bills and moved to Brooklyn somewhere with all the other freaking hippies and