Life as I see It

I am so upset.

Too many emotions today/tonight.

What is my worth? Personally? Professionally?

I feel I amount to 0.

Nothing.

http://www.acrosstheuniverse.com/


No effing way!

I had a dream where Johnny Depp was my boyfriend...and it was amazing.

After what was probably the most strenuous rehearsal process ever...

"A Chorus Line" is finally opening...

Where: Grand Rapids Civic Theatre
When: September 28 - October 21
Tickets: 616-222-4000


COme see me. I am awesome. Seriously. I am.

I WANNA BE LIKE JACIE!


if you respond to this blog entry...

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you

UCAUTION

IN THE INTEREST OF SAFETY IT IS ADVISABLE TO KEEP TATOIU AWAY FROM FIRE AND FLAMES.

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From Go-Quiz.com

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

his wellbelov'd colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)
took erring Olaf soon in hand;
but--though an host of overjoyed
noncoms(first knocking on the head
him)do through icy waters roll
that helplessness which others stroke
with brushes recently employed
anent this muddy toiletbowl,
while kindred intellects evoke
allegiance per blunt instruments--
Olaf(being to all intents
a corpse and wanting any rag
upon what God unto him gave)
responds,without getting annoyed
"I will not kiss your fucking flag"

straightway the silver bird looked grave
(departing hurriedly to shave)

but--though all kinds of officers
(a yearning nation's blueeyed pride)
their passive prey did kick and curse
until for wear their clarion
voices and boots were much the worse,
and egged the firstclassprivates on
his rectum wickedly to tease
by means of skilfully applied
bayonets roasted hot with heat--
Olaf(upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
"there is some shit I will not eat"

our president,being of which
assertions duly notified
threw the yellowsonofabitch
into a dungeon,where he died

Christ(of His mercy infinite)
i pray to see;and Olaf,too

preponderatingly because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you.
-ee cummings

FOR THOSE BORN BEFORE 1986

According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were
kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived,
because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based
paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or
cabinets and it was fine to play with pans

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and
fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags and
riding in the passenger seat was a treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted
the same.

We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar
in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside
playing.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and
no-one
actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top
speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After
running
into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as
we
were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one
minded.

We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99
channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile
phones,
no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms.

We had friends - we went outside and found them. We played elastics and
rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt!&n bsp; We fell out of
trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits. We had
full
on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We played knock-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the
owners
catching us. We walked to friends' homes.

We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy
or
daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs
of
7 and wore our coats by only the hood. The idea of a parent bailing us
out if we broke a law was unheard of...they actually sided with the
law.

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem
solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion
of
innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how
to deal with it all. And you're one of them. Congratulations!



Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids,
before
lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good. For those
of you who aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us.

This my friends, is surprisingly frightening......and it might put a
smile on your face:

The majority of students in universities today were born in
1986........they are called youth.

They have never heard of We are the World, We are the children,
and the Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel.

They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena
Cherry or Belinda Carlisle.

For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam .

AIDS has existed since they were born.

CD's have existed since they were born.

Michael Jackson has always been white.

To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't
imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance.

They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are films
from
last year.

They can never imagine life before computers.

They'll never have pretended to be the A-Team, the Dukes of Hazard or
the
Famous Five

They can't believe a black and white television ever existed. And they
will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile
phone. Now let's check if we're getting old...


1. You understand what was written above and you smile.
2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night
out.
3. Your friends are getting married/already married.
4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably
with computers.
5. When you see children with mobile phones, you shake your head.

he totally wants me.

Don't piss off Oprah...

Watching her interview with author/liar James Frey made ME cry...and I am not the one who lied.

This guy is fucked up and can say good bye to any future he thought he had.

Oprah is more powerful than jesus.

Blanche Deveraux You are 52 GOLDEN!

The upside: Sexy, sassy, and southern! You are the epitome of grace and style with a huge, heaping helping of sexuality to boot. You are easily turned on with romance and charm, but even more so with the hot, young guy (or girl) with a great body. Your friends look to you for fashion tips, or advice on the best way to approach the adonis at the end of the bar. The downside: While usually a good thing, your libeedo can be a double-edged sword, paving the way for strong gealousy or competition, especially among friends. And you also have the reputation of being, shall we say, loose with members of the opposite sex (or same sex-depending) Don't let vanity get in the way of a strong friendship.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 16% on Golden

Link: The Which Golden Girl Are You Test written by Tapestryboi on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Can't...stop...reading....

Please...someone stupefy me...I need to stop. Or in the case of Neville...Stubefy...

I am in love with Neville. He is amazing.

I have broken down...and have ead Harry Potter Book 5...

It has changed my life...

I am buying Book 6 tonight at Walmart!

And, new theory...Snape is Doumbledore's brother? Or son?

And...dont tell me...but I know Sirius is not dead. But I will learn more tonight...

and...I am now involved with a very attractive sicilian named Phil Mejri...he is an amazing dancer, speaks fluent italian, spanish and french...and knows everyone in Florida I am convinced.

He makes me happy...and as Michelle said last night...this guy is my match...he is like a male version of me...only crazier.

He doesn't stop smiling.

In 12 days...

I am meeting...

LIZA MINELLI!


Boo yea!

Not to be a theatre snob or anything..

But why do Shakespeare scenes look so hokey when portrayed on day time TV sitcoms? "Romeo and Juliet" on "Moesha"...it just does not sit right in my belly.

When did guys become girls and girls become guys?

STOP CALLING ME for the love of jeebus. No one will be interested if you call someone 3 times a day. Get a clue when people don't call back.


grr...stupid sicilians...but oh, how they speak italian...