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maybe whatever I really do have I'll just call it swine flu anyways...
Because its restaurant week and everybody is freaking out!?!#$@#! ohhh Barack Obama is like "I'm washing my hands clean on the health care bill" now Senate has to pass it. Why can't I pass it, I wonder? hmmm. because I don't have Duchess yet, maybe in my ice cream truck voyage I'll find her.
I've got a list of things to do today. but like I'll get to that once I rest my head for an hour. I have to work an illegal triple shift tomorrow and be back Thursday morning for breakfast. sooooooo, I'm really going to be like "are you kidddddding me? I have the shivers." which I did get today- during lunch. But I think that's mostly because the gm of the hotel has unleashed onto me his demeanor of "I hate all my employees that aren't fabulous and condescending to people" oooooh ouch. Well, I guess that's a win for me? yes, thank you. thank you.
Swine fluuuuuu!? Were you reall produced in like North Carolina?! I'm delerious. good thing the Ellen Degeneres Show is on today!. I like her tons. Then I've got to get my next ambition throw-down with the system project straightened. At least like phase one of it maybe... one thing at a time, and now it is: toast, and nap while listening to day time t.v. interviews.
e - Cough to everybody on the internet right now, gotcha.
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the nyu website is driving me crazy right now.
so I had to stop looking for this woman's email, whose voicemail was on my phone. otherwise I would spend my two hour break doing that. She might have left it on the voicemail.
But I'm home to type up most of Maura, which is the real excitement for my day.. and like maybe could have stayed at work but I spilt a cup of water kind of on my shoes and was wearing flats anyways which I didn't want to walk around in tonight. sooo anyways- back to wasting time..
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oh dear... so its November already.
There was a web advertisement on the corner of the page- Chinese Love Mate? seriously I think the nameof it was, but who knows. The two alternating picture were of: 1. half of a grown man's face with a brick wall for the background who was 'looking for his better half.' 2. where he found her, the kimono wearing Chinese woman with a fan who deff. is thrilled to be his better half.
agh! can't I just step on everybody with my foot and be like "sorry I had to do that, you're getting squashed. by me! and I'm only five two!" hmm.. there are only so many ways though and I know that I can always just run for President.. of course then that seems to be the same as throwing all of my money into a bottomless pit. Well, Maura Vowes can always run for Treasury. If you want me to ruin the ending: she loses, and her campaign manager never really does pay her back for all the signs she was told would not be "personal investments" too bad because her son drew by free hand, much better ones. At least more original.
mhmmmmm, that's #2 almost finished its like the first draft all the way through minus the last five pages or so, where I just close all the character story lines and the plots done already because the whole point is that she works and works and winds up losing but she's like "its the working to be the best that I can which brings me to the change I want" awww, after school special. Except like there's also awesome stuff like Rupert (her son) falling in love with the school Librarian and while he's suspended from school for threatening to give the other kids rabies, he sits in with the five year olds and hears story time.
but I like it, its also like kind of Maura's ending mission statement, (which if I have any brain cells left after this weekend- can word so you're not being talked to by your guidance counselor... ) about just working and not always winning, but you have to keep plugging away and being kind and good because that's work enough as it is with people like Peter Mize, who is her stiffiest competition, totally like a John Edwards who winds up winning by a landslide. Her son also has a small stint like that too, only his is in the bed of a pick up truck at gun point by some fat anxious cops where he finishes by being like "Now I've got homework to do.." and jumps out to run home.
So I'm going to type that up and stick it in the archive, defintely with putting a kiss on its little forehead and telling it to hold tight. Because some way or another I'll be able to take it back out for all of our viewing and self reflecting pleasure. because guess what>?! Its Novemeber already.
I sent my application for NYU to the wrong address.... seriously! and I have to think to myself- am I really that stupid or just don't want to deal with it? Like I've figured talking to coleges and admissions is the sameeeee thing as dealing with Joel and his producer man Sib. Like except they are not making me pay $20,000 to work with them. And they like me already, and know what I can do and are not being bombarded by like 50,000 other hundreds whatever a giant paper stack of applicants.
They might still offer me this special permission, I haven't yet gotten the determining phone call from Ms.Stanton. The woman in charge of admissions who I had the interview with. Its totally determinging. I don't know what I even want to do yet. If they give me this permission what am I going to say like "ohhh okay thanks, now let me think about it?!" but really, New York vs. my cozy little spot in New Haven. which I'm about to just get like thrown out of once we start making this short film in early Decemember. blah blah. Oh so many twists and like weird unexpected turns. Where am I going to go?! If I already knew this, I would then let you know.
hey, at least now the hangover is over. we can all get back to work now...
see you when its summer time! (haha- sike)
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so I've decided to replace my natural blood stream with caffiene.
The Yale Rep had its opening night of Eclipsed last night- in case anybody cares?... they had their afterparty at the restaurant and I got home around two o'clock. good thing I am the highest paid hourly, around 1:30ish, my boss comes up to me- by now the crowd had cleared and we were just "dealing with the aftermath", what I like to call it. and she says to me I can go home, really telling me its since I'm paid the most by hour. my work friend Jess has a different theory, which is- I have to go home just because nobody likes me. haha......uh.............either way. it works.
so I took my time getting to sleep since I am scared to death about becoming possesed by an evil spirit lurking somewhere in the atmosphere. Thanks to real life friend Jess taking me to see Paranormal Activity, no charge, since she works there- isn't that a great benefit? Like what do I get at work? free gourmet snacks... I guess. not as valuable as a free movie; to me at least. I can eat saltines at home if I'm that hungry.
But this week is spook week!
On Sunday, Stephen and I went to the trail of terror in Wallingford, and the real terror was the four hour wait- hah, hah, old lady joke. No but really, the line was terrible. I cried at the clown circus and almost refused to exit the show through the mourge little fridge things that were crawling space only. It was the scariest thing. And 'that girl from the ring' was there, like after you slide down a slide and wind up at the bottom of the well. dun dun dunn.
Monday? I saw parnormal activity and almost stayed up all night listening to noises coming from every corner of my creaking house, convinced it was Satan himself out to take my soul in my sleep. The movie itself wasn't scary- but the afterthoughts. those always get me, in all of life's situations really... I guess?
Tuesday I think I went to Stephen's and we watched the Blair Witch Project, and ate like so many sour gummy worms. yum yum. But my stomach was like "I hate you" and was all achey, plus like that heart in the t-shirt? they swear too much in that movie, and they are all really 90's kids. It was a nice time I guess, but I got to sleep okay.
Wednesday poor Stephen had the flu. for real and we just stayed at his house, I stayed over and I guess that was the least spooky day. except for all that gross vommit and like booger stuff.
Thursday I worked to accomodate 200+ theatre patrons and employees in the coat room mostly. And had to put some velvet rope over the bar area, upset an old couple and a very Polish loud woman about closing the bar to the public at 9:30. too bad I hadn't told them earlier, otherwise they could have made a run to the package store; pleaseee, and saved themselves like $35, on our overpriced drinks. deffff spooky.
what am I going to do today? werewolf hunting? hmm, I think actually the prank war Jackie and I are semi-in the midst of is going to reach its pinnacle of success tonight when I scare the pants off her with some fake blood on my stomach and hands and bang on her door. mwah ha haa. we have the strangest relationship.
mhmmmmmmmmm. and I'm going to new york tomorrow, hopefully with a full fleet of friends to dress up for the parade and find a nice costume party spot in the city with Renee!!!! I hope I have enough guaze to cover my body.
Thanks all you Celtic Pagans, for making American Halloweens even possible.
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AHHH hahaa!!!
Its real stuffy in here. Like because all the heat is on, and I was downstairs today and the dryer was going and I was like "get me outttt" so I went outside and it is nice nice nice, like crisp autum weather today. freezing rain? you're not real. really, if you come out. I'm going inside and I won't be out again until its over. butts.
work week- gah, kill me. It was actually not as bad as anticipated. Like I just didn't get home Monday night until midnight because I was working up stairs for a penthouse party- which was some kids 21st birthday and it was a major bummer blast, like nobody did anything and the parents were there like asking me for more finger foods. I didn't id anybody like they told me to, and came back bright and early Tuesday morning for 6:45, actually more like seven because I couldn't get out of my only half finished REM cycle. fun stuff!
that and my car getting bumped real bad on a side street were the only major like workish- gah kill me- happenings. that and like Stuart the Splenda man came in to eat everyday and people from Germany that want to eat everything on the menu, business suits, and I read a lot of Emerson. good stuff.
my favorite quote I got was this: A great man, in the midst of a crowd still keeps with perfect simplicity, the indepenence of solitude.
I think that's close enough.
Also: my 19th birthday is Monday! and Morning Manager Farts/Fingers/Arms/ Christine gave me the day off because I tell her bad stories about getting hit by the former owners of the hotel and like the semi-new doorman who loves me, plus we both basically cried on Sunday brunch of Parents weekend because people were like "Get me seated!!!! NOW!" and we were like "omg no, every table is full" stress. I've never seen any one person so angry and upset about sitting down for Sunday Brunch on time. really, and like these people are our intellectuals at yale? nah, B. they fronting madd face. I don't know what's under there- don't care to search.
I haven't used the term 'madd' since like... oh maybe yesterday like gangster talking with Jackie. hm. but whatever.
I'm getting to the falling action in Maura Vowes: For Town Treasury and I have to say I am real happy with where it is going. Maybe I will put some of it up on here. Its kind of difficult to get all the humor unless you know the whole beginning to end story. Its definetly better seen than read. for suressss. unlike Alice- that one was like all wordy, and this one is too, but its like my favorite scene is her son Rupert in the car screaming "tell them we're not taking anymore of their shit!" and that's like the climax, but IDK IDK. Eye de Kay. whatever. I feel like a proud parent boasting about my kid in like preschool who blew a green booger. "how cute?!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What else? I got hit by that car- that was really lame. I thought I was going to die and like totally was like "peace- bring it on" but like didn't hit anything else. I wasn't really scared until I got out of the car and the lady started yelling at me... ???. but you hit me? that and her husband smoozing with the officer like to fault me on the report was the only unsettling thing about the matter, like even on the phone to place a call he was like "this girl was speeding and crossed paths with my wife" when he wasn't there, nobody told him what happened, and like I was leaving a stop sign. world! where are we going?
I'm down the rabbit hole in like a minute. I had a dream alluded to that last night- it was pretty sweet.
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