.: Tina! Come Get Some Ham! :.

Sweet Jebus... "Just listen to your heart...that's what I do."
and blame Mugsy.

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.: End of the Beginning :.

Check it ma bitches....

June 16th. Graduation. Finally. Meet you there. I'll bring the "diploma."

.: I got it right :.

Blame Mugs and belcanto.

American Cities That Best Fit You:

75% Chicago

75% Los Angeles

70% New York City

65% Boston

65% San Francisco

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

.: Behind the Scenes :.

{written on set about 6:30 - shoot 41 or so}

Ok so I’ve been given a little break. That I seriously need. Seriously.

I’ve been Assistant Director on Devon’s latest film these last few days. And Its been hella fun, a lot of hard work, and just all around brilliant with cast and crew. Not too bad for *just* a student film.

I was feeling particularly good about it. Its amazing how much jackass work I do while not getting paid. In fact, I think I do better work when I don’t get a paycheck. I was feeling so better organized and on task than usual. I also generally feel I did a good job keeping the director on task. So the receiving of two parking tickets seemed petty was something to deal with later.

Bout an hour ago, I broke the windshield of my mother’s SUV, a big phatty Pontiac Mountaineer, that I’d borrowed for the film shoot. Two tickets and a spider webbed shatter on my mom’s car. All in two days.

WOW. I so feel like serious shit. I’m trying to “reframe” my reaction to all this but my first thought, of course, is that I’m a big fuck-up. Despite what good works I do, I mess shit up. And not in a little way either. I simply bang closed the back gate on the truck, b/c hell we’re doing well on time, and slam super long PVC pipe into the window.

I feeeeel like crap. I had to ask for Devon for this small break cause I’ve been on the verge of tears. Getting all frustrated at everyone else’s little dramas whilst I'm stewing in my own. I just had to step back and away. So I can hear Devon running around, and I feel real bad but I need this time or I’d seriously meltdown.

So I’ll help but in a way that’ll help me too. I’m going to be kraft services and cook a pasta dinner for cast and crew and try to calm the hell down. Its funny how cooking and cleaning dishes used to stress me out at my parents house.Right about now it is going to give me a nice piece of mind for now.

.: just few things I <3 (bullocks) :.

blame kmp.

Who found this. Reminds me of all the hours upon hours in front of some sort of gaming system. And the geeks I dated. Reminds me of...

blame WM.

I haven't seen him in forever but everytime I hear Postal Service or Rocky Votolato, I think of him. Check out the Votolato site cause you can stream entire beautifully painful songs. Well, I finally got a copy of Rocky's Suicidal Medicine. This is my second favorite song - if only because it mentions mixed tapes, goldfish crackers and features the harmonica.

Rocky Votolato - Mix Tapes / Cellmates

I am a prisoner in the sunlight
you are my cellmate in the darkness
there's a box full of mix tapes with titles you came up with
they can show us where we came from but not how to get back there
listening to the songs can't heal my broken fingers it's just weight for the anchor to keep your ship here

goldfish crackers in a zip-lock bag
in a gas station garbage can
I'm filling up this evening so I won't have to at 6am
on my way into work but that could have been me
working behind that counter on the curb there smoking
we're really not that different just a few steps from exploding

now I'm serving time
till I've earned the right
to go back to the place where we started from
now I'm serving time
till I've earned the right
baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight

I am a prisoner in the sunlight
you are my cellmate in the darkness
I just hope I wake up before this streetlight changes
you know this world is eating him alive
but you just can't find the metaphor to describe
the bottle of pills and the emptiness in the soft light

now I'm serving time
till I've earned the right
to go back to the place where we started from
now I'm serving time
till I've earned the right
baby I swear one day we'll get the money straight

.: good day :.

..despite the awful awful crappy ass weather..

got a FABOO hair cut for FREE at art+science. I'm not in the least exaggerating. Its been a while since I've gotten a haircut and loved it. This is a good shake up from going to Michael all the time. It STILL in the modified mullet vein but still different.

I was considering getting the color fixed so that I could be more conservative for my head shots but bugger that now. The new cut is very complementary to my grown out wacky color. So the plan now is to dump in a deep ark color and hope it doesn't pick up too strongly in the headshots.

So go to Niki Foy at Art+Science esp if you want a funky lil cut...for FREE!

We also got into a really really good chat about going through a trade school. Its kept me motivated!

.: never easy :.

.sigh.

So I even got myself super tired dancing at Java Jive last night. All because I got anxious about starting up school again. I even turned down a visit to Kingston to be sure I got a decent amount of sleep. So I lay in bed and I usually need something to read to get me to sleep. Well, I'd gone and picked up Choke by Chuck HoweverYOUwanttopronounceit. And I read the whole damn thing before I went to sleep around 530am. Tossed and turned for a couple more hours more. And then just got up and grabbed a bagel and coffee before the 9am class.

Generally, Saturday is an all day event for school with kinesiology lecture in the morn and then tech/hands-on class in the afternoon. Well, I'd gone over to my sisters over the lunch break and now my car won't start. I'm banking that it has to do with the lack of gas. So now I'll go over and buy a couple of gallons of gas. And head on over to my tech class very very late. Hell, I should just wait for the break. This now means I don't get a massage myself since I'm going to want to try to be hands on.... boo. I've missed entire days of class for lesser reasons. Well, screw that....

.: one more time :.

OK folks, its official. I'm in CSMT 83 - Let the ass kickin' begin. See ya all on the other side of ten weeks.

.: I win! :.

I *am* the new female Kevin. (You got served, jayno.)

Goodbye To You - Scandal (with Patti Smyth)

Those times I waited for you seem so long ago
I wanted you far too much to ever let you go
You know you never got by your fear to choose
And I guess I never could stand to lose
It's such a pity to say

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you

Could I have loved someone like the one I see in you
I remember the good times baby now, and the bad times too
These last few weeks of holding on
The days are dull, the nights are long
Guess it's better to say

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you

'Cause baby it's over now
No need to talk about it
It's not the same
My love for you's just not the same
And my heart, and my heart
And my heart can't stand the strain
And my love, and my love
And my love won't stand the pain
And my heart, and my heart
And my heart can't stand the strain
And my love, and my love
And my love...

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you

Now, could I have loved someone like the one I see in you
Yeah, I remember the good times baby now, and the bad times too
These last few weeks of holding on
The days are dull, the nights are long
Guess it's better to say

Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you

Goodbye baby
So long darling
Goodbye to you

.: denied:.

I was so tryin to a drunk audiobog earlier..so I'll this out whilst I can. My contacts are sucking the life juiices out of my eyes as I wait for Audioblogger sends me my info. Hopefully I can get it right NEXT time. ( This problem kept me from recording Phil Scopes @ Holiday. He sang "Amnda." I damn near wept.)

So this time I was hanging out with the Lippy, the Jayno, and the MissJenna. So was going to just stay home and write it up as another NEO not going to happen. Then MIssJenna rings me up near midnight. Of course, I make the rash decsion to go ahead and dance ma ass off to 80's alterna-goth-dancehall-rock around 1:30 of the AM.

I get loaded up with Guninessesess. Then we decide to go "home." Not "home home". But "home." And for good part og the trip b/t NEO and Golden Apple was spent trying to get my damn audioblogger to work. Bah. I give up. Besides I should finally get some sleep as the sound of birds singing starts, the room fills with the grey blue light of morning, and the call from the start of morning commuter trains carrying people that probably got a decent night's sleep.

more lates, ma peeps...