Genevieve and Michael got married this past weekend. I didn't expect to cry during my speech, but I did. I cried during writing it, which sucked even more. But it was a lot of fun after that! I tore up the dance floor, got down with sexy ladies (and Richy to boot), and even sorta-jitterbugged with Joyce. It was over far too soon. I don't experience enough dance parties. The third week if not sooner I get a theatrespace for White Elephant, Viktor's having some monthly dance parties.

Well, I have been a regular Writey McGee, haven't I.

Well. Basically I haven't wanted to. I've been busy, depressed, overextended, stressed, too angry, or too happy to post. There was just so much going on and almost none of it did I even want to really write about. This has been happening since around November, which began a heavy flow of topics that I didn't really want to reflect on, largely involving splintering interpersonal relationships, cast, fiscal responsibility, life goals, and work.

Today, however, has been a pretty okay day. It seems brighter; perhaps seasonal depression was my problem all along... it's finally getting warmer and sunnier and brighter, and I don't want to slit my wrists all that much. In fact, at all.

Not that I have really been that bad (nor would I be quite that cavalier if I was... maybe), but it's been a difficult time. Big changes in responsibility in work and environment, and there is never enough time in the day to do both everything I should be doing and want to also be doing (which sometimes is nothing... sometimes that really is the only thing I want to do). It's not very conducive to a blog, and I have always hated the idea of censoring myself. I'd rather just not write about it. As much shit as I have put out there about my friends, the cast, my family, or myself, there is just buckets worth of restraint and tact that I exercise. Plus, most of the time, I am so manic that it just won't matter later anyway.

So, I've been trying to write more to curb this. I am actively working on several projects and characters and that's exciting. Also exciting is that I actually have several notebook sheets filled with long term goals and explanations; it's not just lists of things--it's pretty cohesive. Of course I am not spending enough time on these projects, no matter how frequently I pick them up. I am not working that consistently, but I am trying. And one project, a musical that I am actually working on with Genevieve, already has most of the plot fleshed out and even lyrics and dialog written. It's exciting! I also know that even though this (and Lil Attila) have kept me from working on my character profile "Viktor," I will go back to him because he's reprising his performance at this year's SalonCon. Very exciting, that, too. Especially since Genevieve has invited me to much more involved now that we have something to look back on. And since Viktor and the musical are thematically similar if not related, they'll probably steal from each other.

Woo!

Work is on it's way to becoming better.

I've been also downloading A LOT of music.

Cast is eternally in flux, and I have 2 theme shows to prepare for (I really could've used last week's Hat Pick Night to bump me out the absolute awfulness of the week, but I got tech) in the next month: Zombie Night and Fairytale Night, the latter of which I'm pretty much calling all the shots on... That's exciting in and of itself; structuring a show and casting it as I wish. Plus while I am gunning for not a lead on Zombie Night (I just don't want the pressure or the expense especially since I'm a lead for Fairytale), I'm hoping to be a memorable ghoul all the same.

Lots of good things, really, coming up... concerts (the aforementioned Cyndi/Dresden/Cho affair and Rocky Horror event; plus HUMANWINE on the 17th, and who knows what else). Busy, busy, busy.

Here's to getting out of funks.

On Friday, I performed at the SalonCon. It was a Victorian-inspired convention that really wasn't much of either. However, I got involved as a favor to Genevieve, who was in charge of two of the events at the convention. I then became very self-centered and became that much more involved.

I have long wanted to be able to be a performer, in a cabaret sort-of way. Going to drag shows, doing live preshows for Rocky Horror, performing at the JeffMach events, and simply playing Riff Raff and Frank at the show, has made me realize this, despite my reservedness and my inability to sing live or take much choreography direction. I finally was able to take my very first step at a legit emcee role.

At the burlesque show that Genevieved directed, I was the master of ceremonies and introduced each of the acts, with a imagined character (I named him Viktor Devonne, although I never actually introduced myself as such for the show.) He was of suspicious ethnicity; I kept switching up my accents. I was able to actually have that seem charming as opposed to annoying, which was relieving. If I had been less nervous, I probably would've just stuck with one, but since I willingly made light of it, it seemed to work out.

I loved my outfit; the hat made it--the top hat that Genevieve lent to me. I want one now. I white-d my face, blacked my eyelashes and lids, lipsticked my lips, wore my Brad black pants, a white dress shirt, and an askew bowtie and added a jaunt in my step.

I had a whole impromptu dance number before the actual acts (it was intended to be a subtle transition between the letting-in music and the actual acts of the night, but since there were no chairs of any type, I cleared the dance floor by grinding (and actually faux-ballroom dancing, something I had definitely not intended to do) with unsuspecting attendees and then making my way to the forefront. It was all a swirl. I didn't get to see the actual performances in whole (much of them, and I saw all the rehearsals), but they were:

- Knockin' by Lumincent Orchestrii, and starring Liz, Randi, and Dani.
I found this song on a messageboard; someone was comparing them to the Dresden Dolls. Figuring Genevieve would like it, I put it on a mix. Some months later and it's the first number of this show. Genevieve and Liz choreographed this, and it was a preshow at our own theatre a few weeks ago. This was the most straight-forward strip tease of the night.

- I Want You by Rachael Yamagata, and starring Genevieve and Danielle.
This was supercute. Genevieve played the seductress and Danielle the unsuspecting ingenue. It came off really well, and I know they worked really hard on it. This was a strip/vaudeville act.

- Wicked Woman, Foolish Man by August Darnell, and starring Sarah and Regina.
Regina was a last-minute addition to the cast, and this song was a very late addition to the set. I suggested it to Genevieve, and I'm pretty sure no one has ever heard of it. It's on the Dick Tracy soundtrack. This was S&M-flavored and was predominately vaudeville, with Regina taking the slapstick role as a Foolish Man and Sarah working the Wicked Woman (with a riding crop no less) persona, and had the most elaborate concept.

- Candyman by Christina Aguilera, and starring Jordana, Lauren, and George.
When rummaging for songs, Genevieve and I found this one (it was actually the second Aguilera song I suggested; the first being "Welcome" for Angie's solo). Hearing this song the first time made me extremely happy, and Genevieve fortunately agreed it could work. I was almost in the duet with Sarah, when it was still in the making (Jill Sobule's "Resistance Song" and Joan Osborne's "If I Was Your Man" were considered), and when Genevieve realized she didn't have anything for Lauren and/or Jordana yet, this seemed the most natural fit. This required me getting a long coat and lining it with wrapped candy like a watch salesman, or a drug pusher. Genevieve and I worked on the choreography, with her taking the lead on the Jordana/Lauren interaction. We did this as a preshow last week. The candy lining kept falling apart, but fortunately only during rehearsals. It's still on the coat, in fact. This was straight-up vaudeville.

- Gravity by the Dresden Dolls, and starring Angie.
The only act that Genevieve wasn't directly involved in, and the most choreography-heavy (which was conceived by Angie herself). A sweeping ballet cum punk act that ended the show perfectly. Considering the fact that Angie didn't even know the song when it was suggested made it that much more impressive.

It was a fabulous time; it actually seemed too short, because no one was ready for it to end. Maybe one more number would've been for the best, but as my father drilled into my head about live performance: "Always leave them wanting more." Indeed we did.

Rocky the next night seemed almost subdued in comparison, although it was a fully realized show; no particular incidents or fallings out.

I spent tonight particularly covered in nostalgia, as I helped Matt and Maria run wires in the basement of the new house. I quipped that should've invited Spark; then it really would've been a full company wiring outing.

A good time had at gaming and hanging out with Genevieve, Michael, Danielle, and Willow. It was one of the last few sessions that we have together until Willow moves to Massachusetts (which is "old news" by about 2.5 weeks, but respectfully not written about 'til Willow made the official notice to cast, etc.)

Gaming was good, and completely tailspinned into new, strange possibilities that may or may involve me ever again... I'm not in the primary action, and may have unexpectedly written myself out by not taking the same path as the others. We'll see how next Monday goes. I'm okay with this in the short run, as the long run cannot be determined hour to hour let alone session to session.

Fortunately, because we all had July 4 off, it was a long night. Even after we finished gaming around 2, Willow, Genevieve, and I kept talking until we each dropped off one by one til maybe 5.

On July 4 proper, Willow had to leave, and the rest of us headed to Ruby Tuesday's where we saw [squirrel]Phil from Union County. He's adorable, still. He was our waiter. He looked older. Do I look older? Does Danielle? I have no idea... but that he recognized us and we were able to figure who he was after a few years, was amazing. He looks really good. Missed opportunities, I guess. Not that he _ever_ expressed any interest in me in college.

Afterwards, we went back to Danielle's and played a new game called Burn in Hell, which was made by the people who made Munchkin. It was a solid game, if a little bloated and sketchy directions-wise. I lost both times we played, but it was fun.

We finished the night nearly getting all the way through Clue. I'm home now. I'm kind of ready to go to sleep. Matt's busy working, and I'm coming off a big socialization jag, so I feel kinda left out. I think I'll just take a shower and expect sleep soon after. I have a lot of work tomorrow, and the rest of the week.

It was a solid show on Saturday. I had a lot of fun working with Lauren, and think I only missed one cue. Otherwise, I think I was able to straddle stage responsibility and coke'd out rock star pretty well. I need to play Riff Raff more. Fortunately, I've got some candidates for Brad training (and Willow's become a pleasantly well-accepted stand-in, but I don't want to overuse her, plus I'd like her to play Magenta against me on occasion!)

I was requested by Danielle to play against her Magenta this week, but it's not in the cards. I feel bad, 'cause we haven't worked together since my debut some months ago, and I also really would like to work with her again. That I'm not the only Riff Raff means that since I enjoy working with all the Magenta's I have (thus: Danielle, Willow, Genevieve, and Randi) and want to work with the others, too, there's never enough Saturday's in the month, especially since Rob deserves his shot at it, too. "Coin-Operated Boy" this Saturday, though, and that should be lots of fun.

Today, was Genevieve's birthday party, which was extremely expensive (like $70) but lots of fun. She turned 29 seventeen minutes ago, and Sarah turned 21.

I keep putting off updating my Livejournal, and not because nothing is going on. In fact, lots of things are going on. So many that I just don't really want to write about almost any of it. I've skimped before, with "short takes," but almost everything is relevant and/or important enough to get it's own entry. Or something.

Blargh.

Ok. So, Hat Pick Night was this past Saturday. In keeping with tradition, I got a role I'd never played before, and had a lot of fun. I was in a venomous mood by the time I go home, but I must be preparing to bleed or something, because there was no particular reason. Little things have been crawling under my skin and biting. Little, abstract, not-real-parasitical things. Mostly careless phrases and thoughts--mine and other peoples'.

Anyway. Hat Pick. I drew Janet. It was better than tech, and in fact, it was better than expected. It helped that I performed with Katie, in a complete turnaround from normal. Janet was only a step above my least desired role (Dr. Scott) and 2 steps from tech (which I hate and is boring). But, I had lots of fun. Lots. And I felt pretty competent in the role, too, which was... odd.

The rest of the cast seemed to work out well, too. Larry was Frank. Correction: Larry was the scariest, sweatiest Frank I have ever seen, or been touched by. Danielle was Rocky, which was ironically the character she most prepared for--ironic because Hat Pick almost never works that way (with exception to that one time I poured all my money into Magenta and somehow got it). First-timers Sandy got Magenta and Erick got Riff Raff, so the stars were shining on them. I think I have to stop allowing Erick to flirt with me; it seems to bug Sandy. Weird, that...

Columbia was drawn by Randi, Dr. Scott by Sarah, Eddie was Rob, and Richy pulled the Criminologist. Dani, Jordana and Lauren (the latter two first-timers, and all three often Transie) got shafted for Transie, and were accompanied by eLiz (first-timer) and Angelo, and Paul (first-timer), Willow, Sean, and Genevieve did tech.

Sunday... I forget Sunday. What did I do?

Oh, on Saturday, before Hat Pick Night, Willow came to my house to practice Brad with Danielle and me. She will be debuting as Brad next week for Kate's Last Hurrah.

But Sunday... what did I do on Sunday?

Monday was work and Cthulhu. Genevieve also learned that her mother was in the hospital, and miraculously we still managed to hold a fairly focused gaming session, after about 20 minutes of being completely bonkers.

Today I worked out. I hate working out, but the mp3 player has been most helpful. I burned 600-some calories. And then promptly went to have dinner at Applebee's. Whoops.

Thus, it's how it is. I forget everything else.

Danielle, Genevieve, Gail, and I were supposed to go see Brokeback Mountain tonight, but it wasn't playing at the Bellevue. Not really interested in settling for Capote, or paying $9 a ticket, we instead to the very expensive Cheesecake Factory to eat. Yikes, expensive.

It was a good night out, though; good, head-clearing time.

Gay cowboy sexin' will have to wait, though. It's supposed to come out on DVD on the 4th, so that's good, then. I also got Crash to see and finally figure out what the fucking big deal is. I must say that I am interested in seeing both of them, but the people behind Brokeback have been the most ungrateful bitches in the press. "We were robbed!" is strewn all over, which may or may not be true for the otherwise 4-time Oscar winner.

But you don't actually say that... you let the press say it or something, and let the grapes sour further down the vine. They sound incredibly self-righteous in the process, and awfully self-important even if their film is really amazing.

I am reminded of the Oscar's some years back when Paul Thomas Anderson was nominated for Best Director, for Magnolia, and when he didn't win, he actually looked offended and confused.

Geez. What bugs the hell out of me, also, is that several gay-rights people are complaining about it. As if there's some obvious homophobia about the film being nominated and then not selected. Oh, the scandal! Oh, the injustice! They clearly don't have liberal minds! Right.

Regardless of Crash's merit, they've certainly got to be the latest Marissa Tomei-- they won and it's the new big joke, regardless of whether the title is deserved.

"Eh, what's a little pixelation among friends?"

-- Genevieve, accepting a somewhat grainy icon I resized for her.

Last night, Genevieve and I headed to New Haven, Connecticut to meet up with Amy. We were off to see Dar Williams and Girlyman at Toad's, this club I'd never heard of, but was plastered with signed photos of everyone from Mary Chapin Carpenter, to Megadeath, to Meat Loaf, to Madonna (she signed a copy of her Blonde Ambition tour book with "Too bad to passed me up;" meaning--I think--that she tried to get a gig at Toad's, failed, and hey, got really famous).

I didn't know Girlyman at all, but I like Dar a lot, and had seen part of her free concert in one of the New York concerts a few months ago. She was with a band this time around, and Amy scored tickets.

First we got food at this nearby Italian place and I got a fabulous calzone. We headed off to the club, which was bigger than than the venue I was expecting it to be. At around 9, Girlyman took the stage. It's a folk-rock trio of two women and a man, and they were really amazing. They started with a Paul Simon song, "Born At The Right Time," which was great. They also did their own material, the names of which I learned later: "Hey Rose," "The Shape I Found You In," "Saint Peter's Bones," "On the Air," "Speechless," and "Young James Dean." I am quite certain they did more than that, but I just do not recall. I was, however, blown away.

After their set, we went promptly to their merch table. I got a black shirt that says "Girlyman" and their two CDs. They signed the CDs for me, which was very, very nice of them. Genevieve and I seemed to make one of their bandmembers, Ty --an adorable dykey, androgynous woman with an awesome voice-- when we asked about the meaning of one of their songs. At the merch table, we looked at the tracklistings and one of the tracks is titled "Genevieve." I laughed and said to the woman in her 30's behind the counter, "That's her name." She blinked but was unfazed, "That's my name, too." Genevieve asked how she pronounced her name, and it was Jenn-ee-veeve, not the French John-Vee-ev, like Genevieve's.

I asked, "Are you the Genevieve in the song?" And she averted her eyes; it's a question she might get a lot... "You'd have to ask the songwriter." Genevieve quickly scanned the lyrics, and we both had visions of the singer have a torrid (although obvious, 'cause it's a song) affair with the merch girl. Turns out she's also their manager. The plot thickens. So we asked Ty, who wrote the song, and she didn't give an answer; she was mostly startled by the question and quickly started signing the CDs.

Next up was Dar, who really had a tough act to follow. I had already bought two of Dar's CDs: her latest, and Mortal City to make up for the mp3's of most it that I already have.

Dar began with "Comfortably Numb." She looked like, in my opinion, like the former hippie art teacher in a high school. She was definitely beautiful, but she was also definitely an older woman who was a mom, and had a penchant for flowy sleeves.

While I do not recall, at all, the tracklisting order, I know that she sang "Teen for God," "Beautiful Enemy," "So Close to My Heart" (which I hated), "The Mercy of the Fallen," "As Cool As I Am," "The Christians and the Pagans," "The Poignant, Yet Pointless, Crisis of a Co-Ed" (a request that she looked hesitant to do; she seemed intimidated by the crowd), "Are You Out There," "Spring Street," "Another Mystery," and "The Babysitter's Here." She did others that I either didn't know or I've forgotten. She did maybe 15 songs.

She was also quite great, although she seemed very distracted from the start. She sang well, and bantered constantly (something I love and crave in live acts) with the audience. Girlyman joined her on the stage for "As Cool As I Am," the closer (before the encores), and for the second encore... a song I didn't know, but she expected us to. Maybe the collective did.

As it stood, it was a great night, despite it's lateness and early awakening that I had to do. Fortunately I had a very low-key workday that kept me from pulling my eyes out.

It was a very good night.

Genevieve and I went to the Olive Garden for much food. It was quite delicious, as it always is. Mmm, chicken Caesar salad. Mmm, triangular mozzarella sticks. Mmmmm.

We then went to Target and I bought a big fuzzy blue body pillow! It's awesome!

Also, the Anna Nalick CD (meh; mostly ok--may need to grow... kinda nondescript Felicity stuff) and Young Frankenstein on DVD 'cause it was $9.

Whoot.

I've been saying whoot a lot.

8 minutes til I turn 22.

1. On Wednesday, Genevieve and I went into New York City to see Dar Williams at Madison Square Park. We didn't get to see most of the show, but caught "The Pointless, Yet Poignant Crisis of a Co-Ed," "As Cool As I Am," "Hudson," "When I Was a Boy," "The Christians and the Pagans," "It Happens Every Day," and I think "The Beauty of the Rain." I don't know that last song; I'm just guessing from the lyrics I vaguely recall.
She was good; very personable, and very amusing. Favorite quote came before "Co-Ed," where she said "This may or may not be true story. But it definitely happened."
We also had a great meal at the Olive Garden.

2. Jonathan Adams, Dr. Scott from The Rocky Horror Picture Show and the Narrator (Criminologist) from the 1974 London cast of The Rocky Horror Show died on the 13th, but it's only finally making it's rounds on the Internet. He was 74.

3. Genevieve, eLiz, Jamie, Matt, and I celebrated Midsummer last night, and had some excellent food and merriment.

4. Genevieve stayed over last night. We didn't go to sleep until long after 4. Our topics involved polyamory, suicide, respect for the dead, and probably some other stuff.

5. Strange Livejournal aside: "polyamory" isn't a recognized word in their Spellcheck. Although, neither is "Spellcheck."

This past weekend, I had my first guests over the house. The Kids and Danielle came over, and it was a nice time. Two different smoke alarms went off in two different days... and both I threw into the freezer and after they stopped shrieking, I hid them in my shirt drawer.

On Saturday, we had a very good, laid-back show... I really wish I had more to say about it, or anything. Because nothing was bad... My head's just shot.

I'm feeling kinda lethargic and not exactly the most clear-headed at the moment. I'm very tired, because I stayed up after the diner til after 10 because I had to call Matt at 10 to wake him up and didn't trust myself to wake up. He was already awake when I called. That only bugs me now that I have had five or so hours of sleep.

On Friday, was Genevieve's birthday party. A number of faces were there, many from cast or gaming. I finally met (albeit briefly) Noah and (less briefly) Joanna...

The party was lots of fun, and involved impromptu Tenacious D video-watching, and (towards the end) progressive Soul Calibur 2 playing.

On Saturday, Amy came over and Genevieve, Danielle, and I headed over to Clifton Park to see the Dresden Dolls. Detours included sneaking Nathan's Hotdogs food into the Roy Rogers eating section at the rest stop, and non-ending traffic that featured unreadable www.bumperstickers and a woman driving, dressed as a clown.

By the time we got to Clifton Park, we were concerned that the huge gathering of people outside the venue would mean we were clearly not thinking arriving an hour before showtime was enough. Not really a problem. After (I'm sure) an amusing quick-change outside of Amy's car, we walked into the club, me as cabaret choirboy, Danielle as Magenta, and Genevieve as Panda-Riff Raff, and Amy as (her own words) The Mom.

They were playing Extraordinary Machine before the show and that made me really amused. I danced with Danielle dramatically to "Red, Red, Red."

Eventually (and it seemed like a long eventually especially in those boots), the Dolls took the stage.

The Setlist (as per theshadowbox.net)
Gravity / Missed Me / Backstabber / Modern Moonlight (a.k.a. www.wwiii) / Coin-Operated Boy / Girl Anachronism / Mrs. O / Shores of California / Glass Slipper / Life on Mars / First Orgasm / My Alcoholic Friends / Slide / Half Jack / Happy Birthday / Good Day

( Read more... )We headed a long way back home and I got dropped off for much-needed showering and sleeping. I swear, that bed makes the most convincible argument for sleeping all day.

Went to Applebee's with Genevieve tonight... Quelle fluke.

We were working on Red and got some character names down, if not terribly a lot of development for them... Work in progress; must keep reminding myself of that... Doesn't have to be done within the week.

Still, I get distracted so easily, and I move onto new things; I get restless... bored. It's actually really frustrating. Probably not just for me, either.

I saw Ryan from Journey at Applebee's which was random, but nice. He's really nice, and I get the feeling I'd like to know him outside of the show, too. I don't know how to seem like a total dork at the last day of the show as if I have a yearbook for everyone to sign "Hey, let's keep in touch! Have a great summer!" Maybe I'll just have to keep active with ATC even if this show is Matt's last for a while.

Matt has been trying to support me with another of my whimiscal "Ooh, I could try this!" with ATC's acting classes. I have been semi-seriously considering it since Matt and I went to ATC to get the script for Little Murders (the ATC show that preceded Journey by a few weeks and Matt also did the lights for). Definately not a lighting person. And if Journey did anything, it proved I can learn some snatches of dialogue and lyrics simply from hearing it during performances of the last three weeks, so maybe my fear of learning and then forgetting lines is slimming.

We'll see. I've asked Joyce to allow the next time we have a conversation about college that I be the one to bring it up. I really don't need her asking me about it when I have entirely too much to deal with right now. Although if I lose my job, I certainly will have more free time... just not the money to pay for any of it.

Things keep piling up. I want to do them all. Where did my patience go? Why does everything seem now-or-death?

your silence is giving me too much hope."

I have a massive headache right now... I woke up a few times during the night... Well, I did go to bed around 3... It was intended as a nap, that'd I wake up around six at the latest and I'd get food, etc. Didn't happen. I woke up a bit after nine. And then I let Max outside, came back in, went back to sleep. Around one I woke up again, and after just laying in bed trying to fall asleep, I suddenly had this pain the back of my skull... and I'm not one for headaches; I just don't get them that frequently.

It figures after yesterday and me telling Genevieve that I've never experienced a migraine. I still don't think I have, but this is plenty... It feels all sinus-y... but... in the back... of my head... Yeah...

Besides this, I'm not up to anything... I'm sorry that Chris has to leave his house, but I've yet to really form an opinion on it... I've never heard stories from any side that really matched up with one another, so all I can hope for is the best - whatever that may end up to be.

I think the Advil is taking effect... I wish I was still sleeping.

Firstly - Curious. I come home, aware that I was out a lot later than I expected, but according to Jake's LJ, he thought I was going to be home Sunday night, so no message on my machine. This leads to be believe he once again did not attempt to call. Curious.

However - This was a good weekend. I got a red puffy hat. And I like it.

On Friday, the Kids picked Danielle and then me up and we went to see Jeckyll and Hyde at Plays in the Park... The music's largely derivitive of Les Miserables, but the ones that came out of the best were the female lead ballads. "Someone Like You" is gorgeous. "Bring on the Men" is just fun. And they're both sung by Lucy, the best character, so huzzah.

Speaking of huzzah, on Saturday was Renn Faire, which was lots and lots of fun. I got a gay pride chain necklace and a deep red poofy hat (squire-esque) and got to see lots of cool things. The Forest walk was kinda lame, but the final battle was really cool (they actually had a Morgan La Fey, I was so happy!) and the Tragedy of Errors (Hamlet, Macbeth, and Romeo and Juliet at the same time) was really very well done. The chess game was also really cool. It was lots of fun, but I was concerned that I'd get eaten alive or burned into coal by the mosquitos and the sun, respectively. Neither occured.

Saturday's Rocky went over well. I was Trixie and Transie and gods-damn, my Transie sucks. However, my Trixie went over well (Liz says I have a nice ass.) and I got $6 in tips. I went simple; all black... fishnet shirt, pleather pants, black eyeliner, black lips, black nails, "fishnet" knee-highs, pleather jacket. I didn't trip and I didn't forget the words... I was oddly comfortable, really. But, yeah, t'was fun and if I come up with a different outfit, I'd love to do it again.

However, the only downside to Trixie is that means I'm Transie or Tech. I don't get Tech, um, ever and Transie I'm learning that I've just outgrown. "Outgrown" meaning I've learned to love my other roles far better. I used to love being Transie. I have intermediate fun when it comes to Transie these days. I sort of not know exactly what to do once I'm off stage. I know a lot of AP, but I've spent so much time blocking it as Frank and Brad (to hear my cues and be in sync with the lines) I sort of forget it. I know it offhand, but give me the chance to do it on time and I'll remember only the stuff that the Transies say on stage. Once I'm the audience, I'm rather useless.

I haven't posted the cast list on LJ for weeks, so here was this past Saturdays: Liz as Frank, Danielle as Janet, Sean as Brad, Marc as Riff Raff, Teresa as Magenta, Carrie as Columbia, Genevieve as Eddie and Dr. Scott, Jason as Rocky, Gamsby as Criminologist; Transies: Genevieve, Nate, George, Larry; Tech: Erin, Michael, Angelo, Gary.

It was a pretty good show, though. Even if I almost killed Teresa (who fell right over me on the steps). She was okay, so all was okay.

CFR ensued.

There was no cast meeting on Sunday, although there was supposed to be one. Danielle and I, at the Kids', spent the day mostly sleeping and then we got up and actually did stuff, like go over Larry and Chad's for Adult Swim. Amusing, but highly overrated. Like the Robin Williams comedy special before it. Ack.

So then Danielle was returned home and the Kids and I went dinering yet again (Jeepers, the dinering this weekend!).

Fun!

So, yeah, all in all, a damn good weekend, dammit.

Not a bad day. Although barely one of one. Slagged most of it off with sleep (strange dreams as usual) until (jeepers) 5 PM... I actually fell asleep sometime after 6 AM, though. So, yeah, sort of a balance there.

Applied for a job at Borders. Joyce is no longer gawking at the apartment-with-Genevieve concept as now saying "Well, if you want the apartment, you're going to need to...", which is better.

No call from Jake; but we've discussed it already (check the super-exciting LJ comments) so it should -hopefully- even out.

Plus, day out with the Kids + Danielle and Marc, so fun shall be had by all anyway.

Plus, I'm Trixie this weekend. Expect fishnet and pleather. All I got's to say. Mostly because I'm not sure exactly how it's going to go. But, no one's screamed "ew, no!" at the concept yet, so... And I can't really see myself enjoying any male Trixie with our cast, 'cept for Louis perhaps. Generally we don't have sexy male Trixies. We have gimmicky ones. Not that I think I'm a sexy male Trixie, but it's going to be a straight-performance. Well. "Straight". I'll avoid that.

I had a dream where Marc was also cast as Trixie. We argued over who was going to get it. I won, but he snuck out on stage anyway.

We'll see though, won't we.

I have fallen into deep infatuation with Placebo's "Every You, Every Me" from the Cruel Intentions soundtrack. I'd heard of them from Brandon and then again from Priscilla's AIM profile, but I'd never actually heard a song by them. This song is awesome. The voice reminds a little of Hedwig; the music fits it too. It's a Gnosis-y song.
Y'all should download it.

Had a fun two hour excursion with Genevieve that took place at the Scotchwood. Spoke a lot about family stuff, friends, high school, and the stock market. I could've gone on all night but unfortunately there was that whole being in a place where neither of us lived and me living 40 minutes from her, so we had to call it a night.

Still rocked though.

Boys still suck.

Let's just do this is some sort of day-by-day, ok?

Friday Night. Fun time with The Kids and Willow! We went to Borders and supermarket spelunking, which was lots of fun. I got the Dick Tracy and Cruel Intentions DVDs so I'm all aglow. The Tracy DVD is boring in terms of features (hey, anyone wanna watch "Sooner or Later" with French subtitles?) but I've yet to look at Cruel. That'll be later Monday I'm sure. Also got some extra food like cereal and stuff 'cause I'm still home alone for another week.

Saturday
More Kids! And more Willow! Plus, Danielle and Carrie! Wow... It was fun! We went government private property exploring... Excellent fun, even if cut short kinda sorta 'cause of buggism and over-grown-ded-ness of the plants. That's ok, we sorta replanned to check it out again.
Wetness! Watery stuff was fun, and by the end of "rinsing off our feet briefly in the ocean" we were mostly soaked. Fun, fun, fun!
Also that day - Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash, where I stared at the Dogma and Chasing Amy memorabilia and really psyched. We also went through cool thrifty-but-expensive stores and a cool music place (I found Tim Curry's greatest hits but chose against it at the last minute... another time, perhaps). Fun!
As for the show... I had fun. I was Frank. But people are stupid. Stupider than they know, and should learn to proccess things before they speak. Or better yet, proccess and then don't speak. Regardless.

Sunday
Not much to say; slept at Danielle's. We watched Some Like it Hot following diner and I collapsed on the floor soon after. After waking up 4, we watched Madonna's Girlie Show DVD and... stuff... I know we did something to have the hours go by so fast... Oh, we ate. And played Scrabble. Cheating, uh, creative playing, is fun.
I got home, read a LJ comment that pissed me off, e-mailed the boy that plagues me effortlessly, and cut the necklace he gave me from around my neck.

And now I await for an absolution, which may never come.

Notice
The following remarks were written on days not necessarally in conjunction with this one. How I feel now may not exactly be how I felt then. However, I really wanted to be honest and post what I'd written even if it no longer holds true. That way, at least, it won't seem like some bizarre transition... or at least, less of one.

06.19.02 - Listening to Meredith Brooks, Blurring the Edges CD

Thanks for the feelings of okay again, Genevieve. Last night, or this morning rather, I spent a wonderful six hours on the phone with here. Cost me a not-so-bad $10, but wonderful [insert smiley face here].
Right now, I am just really tired but unable to sleep. And really, I did try this night. Eh, that's okay. Not must else to say. I look forward to good stuff again.
At least it looks near.

[1.36 AM] ("Shatter")

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06.21.02 - Listening to P!nk, Missundaztood CD

I am at the beach presently, along with Andrea. Dad + Michele are off walking. And I'm here, slowly scorching my skin off.
I'm in Wildwood - hardly my favourite beach. I don't know... I used to like beaches a lot more when I was younger. I know I had insecurities when I went to them just as I entered puberty, but honestly I'm not all that asamed of my body. Yet, it took me an hour to even shed a piece of clothing and I'm still wearing a shirt. I look around me, see the yummy and destestable alike... No real pressure, I'm not here to impress girls and the boys I'm not worrying about 'cause I don't expect to hook up with anyone and, well, guys just don't openly stare at one another (I keep to extended glances, personally). So, I'm not sure what's up with me there.
At the moment, I'm also really tired - I wouldn've like to have slept more. Andrea and I did one of our famous AM conversations (til 3.30 this last time).
Water's strangely warm, by the way.
I miss you, Rocky people.
I miss other people too.

"It's been two weeks, two weeks and three days." - Ani, "Superhero".

[2.21 PM] ("Misery", duet with Steven Tyler)

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06.21.02 - Listening to JakeMix2

Burned.
Hurts.

[5.12 PM] ("Superhero", Ani DiFranco)