Opening weekend

There was singing, crying, an exit pursued by a bear. I love this play.

This past weekend was the opening of The Winter's Tale. I play Queen Hermione, and it was a blast. Several good friends came on Saturday to see me perform, and they provided compliments and lovely tulips.

My part is rather tragic. I made the director cry. I also made her husband cry.
Where OH where are the big-time Hollywood directors when you need to get discovered?? Seriously! Perhaps they will all show up next weekend...

Rollercoaster, or it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to.

Since I'm counting, I can tell you that it's been just over three months that I've been unemployed. I have tried to keep my spirits up - and I've done an ok job. I'm not prone to crying, I've played outside. I've stayed out having fun on school nights and then slept in. I've had sex while other people have been in meetings. But I gotta tell you: this is too much. Now that the play I'm in is swinging into production week (we open on Thursday), I'm exhausted, and it's harder to fight off bad feelings. It's harder to remember what it's like to feel like I'm contributing to more than unemployment statistics. My parents' voices sound strained and worried when I talk to them, and I feel like that's just a mirror of how I sound: scared.

I don't need for people to tell me that it'll be better and that I'll find something. I'm only 31, I will have another job. And I don't fear that I'll go hungry, or live on the streets. But there's a big morale problem here and I do fear that I'm slipping. Most of the time the way that I handle this is to just keep it on the surface and look at the facts: I will get a job at some point. Unemployment insurance is fairly generous. I am young and healthy and I don't have debts to pay off. But sometimes I feel chewed up. Today is one of those days. Yesterday too. I'm hoping tomorrow I wake up and feel stronger.

Polemic

I walked past a church yesterday, and on the sign outside there was a message that read something like:

"It is a crime when good persons do nothing."

Hmm. I have a problem with this. Not the sentiment - which is fine. My problem is with the word persons.

My distaste for the word has two levels.
First: the aural aesthetic sucks.
Second, but relatedly: We have a word in the English language for the plural of "person". That word is PEOPLE. Oh, you might argue, but "persons" implies an individuality that "people" doesn't have. Well, to you I would say that we also have a plural for the word "individual". That word is INDIVIDUALS.

I might as well tell you the other words I can't stand (some arbitrarily, some for actual reasons):
crotch
slacks
utilize (Why not just use "USE"? There's no economy of language here.)
no-brainer
commentator (Why not just "commenter"?)

There are words I love, of course. In fact, what made me think of this in the first place is that a woman in my play told me that I used her favorite word in the show: thwack. That's a pretty good word. Others:
dragon
violet
schism
synchronicity
plum(b)
twilight
savvy

...just to name a few.

Likes and dislikes...

Like:
The fact that after I said:

"You know what would be awesome? If YOU and I... LIVED in the SAME PLACE..."

to my boyfriend yesterday, he didn't start crying or sprinting for the hills.


Dislikes:
My current roommate is moving to Canada, I can't get a different apartment without a job, and I can't afford to stay in this lovely place by myself. I need a solution, and I fear that means finding a stranger to live with me :(

I tried to pimp out the cats, but they are sexually inexperienced and too scratchy even for fetishists...

Yummy Easter treats!

Oh, I do hope everyone had a super Easter. Personally, I don't really celebrate the day, except to do this:
Yup. Eating PEEPS. That's all the celebration I need! The crazy zombie look in my eyes has more to do with my excitement over the peeps and the fact that I was blinded by the flash than the resurrection of our savior, JC.

Basically, I spent the day not doing too much. I have a hacking cough right now and I blow my nose approximately 50 times a minute, so I tried not to exert myself. I ran an errand that required driving OVER! THE! RIVER! with the lovely A, then we had cheap delicious Indian food at Punjabi Dhabi in Inman Square. The food was so abundant, and my hunger for naan so great, that I jammed WAY too much food into my body. We had the perfect combination of foods, though: chicken tikka masala and lamb saagwala. DELICIOUS!

Then I went home and watched Lost on Hulu (I love you, Hulu!). Later, my man called on his way home from family time and he came over so that we could build a fire with his construction debris (he's doing some renovations).

Now I must look for a job. Ah, fruitless searching. My favorite thing!!

Weeee!

My man comes back from Colorado today! TODAY! After 12 days of growing a scrappy beard and living in huts and mountain hiking and skiing.
This is me:

Late to bed, late to rise...

Last night I went with some lady friends to see Ryan Montbleau and his superfriends perform in Woostah. Let me tell you how Woostah is like Pennsylvania - if you don't already know where you're going, they don't care enough to tell you. Even Google is in on this, as Google didn't care if we made it there. Luckily, as you can see we made it, and we were still smiling:

My friend A, all the way on the right, is wearing those glove things partially because she "runs cold" and partially because she forgot her ID and they made her wear big red Xs on her hands so that everyone would know SHE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO DRINK. Gah forbid!


J and her man, who works hard for the money, were able to do a little bootie shakin' to the fine music:

Round about 1:45ish we started the process of disengaging from Woostah and J and I got into the car for the ride home.

We look much more awake here than I did when I hit the bed at 3am. Then the cats started being screamy until I kicked their flabby asses out the house!

And now....................

Likes:

This-

Dislikes:

Not being able to move my neck more than a quarter turn in either direction. Boo! I got 6.5 hours sleep, I guess someone was just stepping on my neck the whole time. I shall have to ask my roommate if she snuck in my room to tap dance on my spine...

Likes:
These. These are the best ever. They come from Lyndell's in Ball Square, Somerville. They looked a little confused when I took the picture, but whatever man. Viva la jelly doughnut!

Likes and dislikes...

Like:
Tonight I'm headed to Woostah to see the Montbleau Band with some very fine ladies. AND I don't even have to pay to get in (thanks, J!).

Dislike:
I'm sore. From yoga. On Tuesday. Which means I have to do more in between doing yoga, like hit the exercycle :(

Like:
I'm getting a haircut today and I REALLY need it.

Dislike:
The regular girl who cuts my hair quit and I'm going to someone new. Luckily, my headshots were taken last night, so if the cut sucks, I'm still ok.

Like:
The thought that this place in Woostah will have some sort of bubbly-booze concoction that will make me forget my worries.