Quick update

Rehearsal all this weekend for the show. I am OBSESSED with mouthwash. Interview next week. Anna Nalick? Yes. Add it to the repertoire. Had a dream last night that Kyle was pissed at me. Springs tonight if weather permits.

Friday is no pants day

I got a free ticket to the Warped Tour in July. Damn, I love hookups. I could very well go all summer without paying for one ticket to a show.

FROU FROU-Breathe In

There is a fucking SCREWDRIVER IN MY HEAD. This pain is so schitz...I can't deal. I absolutely loathe being on meds.

Watched the musical tonight, and I must say: I hate cheese AND love with a crappy ending. I demand a happy ending if cheese is involved. DEPRESSING. REASON #784 why I should stop dating.

Doc appointment tomorrow morn. Woot.

Today was pleasant until my head started to disintigrate. I swear these meds are slowly killing me. Meh. I received flowers, a Starbuck's card, and a LOVELY din din from Corporate bosses. How I love my people. I really have it together, as far as work is concerned. It seems so typical that I get bored occasionally when things are actually flowing in a NORMAL manner.

Is that a hunk of salad or a blood clot?

Alan's novel is juicy. No. JUICY, I am telling you. Decadent. Fudge.

I can no longer TASTE pudding.

I love my parents.

I woke up tonight and realized that I have really decent friends out here. I've been depending on myself for EVERYTHING since I moved here...and now. Well, I've actually formed a social infastructure that works.

I'm amazed. But I still want Kyle.

I'm golfing next week, and it is going to be GLORIOUS.

I said MAUVE!

I just have to say...

Erica Dorsey, you are kickin ass.

Still haven't avenged the WT photo cd as of yet. BLAH.

Today was the first day I have driven in 3 days. YESSS. YAY muscle relaxers! WOOT WOOT!

First music rehearsal was tonight, and I kicked BUTT. UGH! I'VE BEEN MISSING THIS SOOO MUCH! IT feeds me! It REALLY does. Oh G-d, it was fabulous.

Red Rocks tomorrow for din din. Follow up with the doc on Thursday MO-NIN.

Galaxy on Saturday. Oh...it is ON.

Finally saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but I was on vicodin and REALLY, REALLY tired. I should probably watch it again...I doubt it will make as much sense as it did last time around.

WHY oh WHY did I decide to try to eat nuts tonight? My jaw is PISSED.

We just FARE well in social interactions---prepared or unprepared.

I feel like I deserve things too much, I believe. Often to the point of not being PROACTIVE and making them come about. I need to work on this. I think this is just a fancy way of saying I AM LAZY.

IS THIS A SALES CALL?!?!

81%

ANNOYED
Damn. The Walgreen's chick once again messed up in her last attempt to correct her wrong doings, and gave me the WRONG PHOTO cd of some white trash family taking pictures of their new van. GLORY BE. She actually gave me their hardcopied PHOTOS first, and took an HOUR to apologize and make this cd and find MY pictures....again, with the white trash family. JOY.


We're pissed.

Mistake

I'm still reeling in pain. I almost feel like an addict because I keep trying other meds (under medical supervision, of course) to see what pain scrips will work. Not cool. I absolutely LOATHE taking medicine. Especially when I HAVE to take it to try to feel like a normal human being ...its an incredible responsibility. I admire all you people that do it all the time without bitching.

Pesach was awesome last night. I can't believe Jon met my parents for the first time...well, we've been friends for a year, so maybe this was a *healthy* wait. I'm cracking up, tho. When I first started whatever we started last year...I remember thinking: "Wow. I can never introduce this man to my parents." And then last night Jon is reading liturgy from my dad's haggadah at our seder table.

Of course we whipped out the keyboard and recorded some songs we've been working on. That's what I admire about our people. We always bring the entertainment---because WE ARE the entertainment.

Dinner was awesome--it was weird feeling actually FULL for the first time in 4 days.

Anywho, post-singing and carrying on last night, my right jaw started to retaliate BIG TIME. I completely crashed on my parent's couch in tears and amidst ice packs. I'm sorry about the POOR ME routine, but that shit is tough. I wish my recovery was over and done with. I hope I'm not reacting this way because of further complications involving the sinus cavity---we'll see.

Sue's b-day is coming up...which is going to kick ass. I think I'm going to avoid Arapahoe Basin because I don't want to get killed or break something while I'm trying to do a show.

That's right---the show. :) We had a read-through yesterday afternoon (I have like 2 pages of lines, so I was able to suck it up). The show is typical Neil Simon, but I am genuinely impressed with the talent of the cast. I am definitely looking forward to our first music run-though on Tuesday...should prove to be KICK ass. I'll be bringing the tape recorder so I can take the work home and grind through my parts. We have to put this show together in about a month, so this will all move very fast.

Allison, I will send you all the details for where it is going to be. :) WOOT WOOT!

I'm going to weigh in tonight to see how much I've lost since the surgery...we shall see, indeed.

Hag sameach Pesach, by the way. I hope your seders were as kick as as ours---and oh, yes. I got 5 bucks for TRYING to find the afikomen on vicodin. MUAHAHAHAH! A new development, indeed.

ALSO---I have photos to share. These are from a GHETTO disposable that can't focus worth crap, but there are a few gems. Please take special notice of the ones of me post-surgery with the bloody mouth. CLASS.

Dang
My surgery was yesterday...I went under IV sedation for that shiz. They took all four of my wisdom teeth out, including the one that was growing in HORIZONTAL and giving me the most pain. The root of it was WRAPPED around the main nerve in my jaw, hence the excruciating pain I was bitching about all week, and the 600 mg of Advil I was taking down every 4 hours like they were M&Ms. Good times.

Anywho, the surgery went well. I don't have any bruising yet, but mucho swelling. Yesterday, post-op was bad. Yay spitting up thick, oozing blood every ten minutes and passing out on my mom's bathroom floor. Ah yes. Divine decadence. But today I am definitely more lucid...my eyes are back. I don't know what that means, but they are. I've been on a steady diet of pudding, mashed potatoes, and jello. Passover starts this weekend, so you know what that means? Throughout this whole fiasco I'm going to lose quite the poundage. WOOT WOOT! Thank you, Dr. C!

I'll have to explain the quick turn-around the whole dental thing was, but its way too much to type right now.

I have no idea what I would have done if my family wasn't here to help me out. My mom has been by my side NON-stop with meds and everything else. Its a good feeling to have people you can depend on to be there for you.

OH! YES! I nearly forgot to mention that I have FOUR parts in Sweet Charity!!!! WOOOO! We start rehearsals on Saturday. I got a voicemail yesterday when I came out of the anesthetic. I was having trouble waking up...I distinctly remember I was dreaming that I was a pirate. It was glorious.

Anywho...Seacrest is most definitely out for today.

Love,
Toothless McGEE

I have surgery tomorrow

Yep. Details in a few days. Hi-OH!

Life is funny

Someone just told me they bought rollerblades today and skated around Wash Park. All I could see in my head was this dude skating like he was the shit, wearing denim cut-offs and a half-shirt. Of course there would be the people skating the opposite way, a near miss, and maybe a slow-mo cool down....definitely including a WATER BOTTLE dump-over-the-head and dog-like shake to dry. And lest we forget the music! AH YES, THE MUSIC! Playin with the boys would be my top choice.

Right now some chick is hanging out with my brother, watching a movie. She has a loud voice, and is making ridiculous comments about the show every 5 minutes. It is HELLA annoying.

Yes, I will gage your importance by your height.

Was at Walmart today off Hampden. I was also in quite an anti-social mood. My laundry is 7 minutes overdue to go into the dryer. ANYWHO...how come everyone has a MILLION kids? Its annoying as hell. Is it the poor-people past time to pop out kids? Ugh. Put the birth control IN the water, for cryin out loud.

This tooth pain is unbearable, yet delicious in a mysterious way.

Had a Kiwi Strawberry Snapple today for the first time since middle school.

She won't shutup.

We're going to get married on top of a MOUNTAIN.

I was a fool. I pump mysef up for things that are just going to explode in my face, leaving me shocked and covered in shit. I am desperately trying to crawl out of this cycle--and everytime I tell myself that "THIS IS DIFFERENT!! I KNOW IT!" it falls apart, but I always manage to get sucked back in. I'm not impressed. I'd actually like to kick myself in the ass.

But this is a lesson learned. A lesson that I have all too often encountered, but never ceased to ignore. Until now. HA. We'll see.

Where is Jakoby when you need to grab ass?

SMELL OF THE FAMOUS

My audition is today. My jaw is SEETHING. I found two advil. Not enough. I just sent my resume to be printed at kinkos for pick-up this afternoon. I find this liberating. I need to print some photos, as well. I'll just go to Walmart or Walgreens, do the photo thing, and get a BIG ASS TUB of advil to nurse my pain for the next few days before I can get this tooth ripped out of my skull.

I played this boxing simulator last night, and I kicked some ass. It sensed all your movements, so you could duck and dodge hits from your oppenent, and it was indeed DELICIOUS. And a great quad workout to boot.

TO BOOT!

I need to do laundry.

I put on my jazz shoes last night for the first time in 4 years. Startling. TODAY IS THE DAAAAAAY.

Audrey! AUDREY! This is bushly. BUSHLY. I look like hell.

I miss you, Kyle.

Allison, I just read your last few entries...THAT IS CRAP. I am so sorry. Fuck the library, and that guy that has been a burden on your back for years. You deserve fuckin GOLD, girl. GOLD.

Never too late to live your life

I woke up this morning with my jaw in seething pain. Damn impacted wisdom teeth! Of course I have the audition in two DAYS.

UNC people called me today, and they were SNOOTY. They don't know who they are dealing with. THEY were being snooty with ME. Someone needs to let them know that they are in GREELEY, earth soaked with cow blood and urine. TAKE IT IN....Oh, it always goes down smooth.

Just another Thursday, really: Arby's and porn.

5 days.

I graduated from Yardale with a 4.0 GPA...

My last post was hella negative, so we need to clear up the PAIN. CLEAR IT!

Baxter, bark twice if you're in Milwaukee....

So. Last night. The Gothic. Papa Roach. Got in for free and in front of everyone. I love you, Carol. I was IN FRONT. I squeezed Jacoby's bum at least 3 times, and was bathed in his sweat throughout the course of the show. I was violently pushed, pinched, felt-up, and jammed into the gate in front of the stage. My head was smacked by numerous crowd-surfers, and my nose was almost broken.

All in all, it was a great show.

Audrey! Look at me when I am talking to you! LOOK AT ME! I look like HELL.

Ya know what?

I am FED the fuck up. Mostly with my living situation right now...I am 100% helpless...and the webs are even more tangled than anyone could ever imagine. I am pissed.

I am all too ready for a freaking break from other people right now.

I'm going to go lock myself in the basement. See you on Friday.

Tim Allen...*you* can leave

Snowed in today. A skosh annoyed. I'm over it.

FabULASH mascara.

I need to go to Walmart for necessities.

Auditions this weekend. I can't wait.

And...I'll expect that check on my coffee table. THANKS.

Matthew McConnaughey is just enough *hotness and just enough *white trash to get my wheels a 'churnin.

We're adults? UH...when did that happen?

Wing fest.

Iman unt moi went to the open house this afternoon, which sucked a big one. SCHWAG = NON-EXISTENT. No que padre. No one from my specific program was *representin. I'll be makin some calls on Monday.

The biggest snow storm of the year? Freakin a. Of course on the night I was going to go meet Jon's mom in the Springs...

SPORT STACKING?? You've gotta be kiddin me.

Stephen Colbert + Goodwrench Commercials = LAUGH FEST.

What is with my obsession with Grey's Anatomy?

On the dating hiatus for the next *fill in the blank* amount of time. Priorities emerge.

The bad news is we're giving your penis to the cops...

"I can't believe I caved!"
-Its the babies--they make you toxic.

Which, ironically enough, are the brand of my jeans I bought this afternoon.

BOUNDARIES.

You're not an enemy; you're competition.

OF COURSE the show I am auditioning for is running in a few months, and my parents are arranging a cruise vaykay in exactly 4 weeks. I won't even know if I have a part until next weekend, at the earliest. Which leaves a choice to be made...

4.3 million dollars have been spent by C-DOT this season for snow removal JUST in Denver. Dang.

Frozen Four! DU DOMINATED the National Champ. Recognize.

At least you know I'm there...

An old woman made me cry today. I broke down like a bitch in front of my boss. That's twice this week that I've broken down. WTF? Its not the act in itself that made me so emotional. I know it is just this week...but I can't pinpoint just one cause. Its a culmination of my impatience with what's going on in my life along with my frustration for the current living situation. Not feeling comfortable with this. Within these two lie many, MANY factors.

Don't you just *love* it when people hate you? For some reason I get a kick out of this. Its a small pleasure.

I was almost short with someone today, but my principles started to SCREAM in my ear so loudly that it began to vibrate my kneecaps.

Speaking of--went to the Mines firework show last night with Allison. I don't consider myself that patriotic of a person, but something just feels *oh so right* when grouped together with a thousand other screaming young people, watching shit get blown up. High quality entertainment.

Long live: *the wave*& *happy hour* pizza.

Open house tomorrow. Iman might come along. I'm thinking brunch.

Jon, the elevator bit will be priceless.

LACK OF PATIENCE

With a name I'd never chosen...

Bizarre of times. Went to bed last night at 9:30. Woke up at 5:30am with a screaming migraine---aggressive enough to eject my right eye from its socket. Went back to bed to fight it off...accidentally slept in until 7:06 in the am. Not cool, considering I have to be at work at 8am.

The entire day I was hallucinating and was just hit with extreme fatigue--it felt as though I was trying to run in jello. MEH.

On the way home some ass clown pulled in front of me because he just HAD to make a last-minute right turn into ghetto King Soopers off of Monaco. After swerving to the left lane in order to avoid eating his ass, the dude flipped me off. Real nice. I cried. Not a cool time.

BUT ANYWHO----discovered I love David Nichols. Also--Jonathan Foer. Mmmmm. I'm diggin it.

Definitely jazzed about getting back into reading. I've missed the hardcore literary experience.

The room is starting to look great--the art prints arrived today, of with I am extremely satisfied.

Its all about the calm...

Karaoke this weekend! WOOT WOOT. Its a sickness, it really is.

Schleep.

I can't deal

Seriously. The entire situation never ceases to piss me off.

I am so out.

Papa Roach next week fo FRIZZLE! I rule.

Meeting with that woman in Lafayette on Monday...I have to figure out how to record that shit.

90 MINUTES? OMG, THAT'S NOT EVEN AN ENTIRE MIXED TAPE!

Lies heaped upon lies.

Meeting with Sean on Thursday for photog discussion---YES. Post meeting, Joey unt moi are rockin the Beppo.

This song is called SO COLD.

A whirlwind of news…hard pressing—suffocating.

Smiling faces…fake embraces…a vigil, a murder; all the same.

Numb is what I am. Stab me in the gut, and the smile won’t leave my face.

You can't feel it anymore...

Iman unt moi met up with Jon and Sueski at Armidas last night. Good times had by all. My sick karaoke set had this one drunk chick SCREAMING my name. I know what it feels like now, mothas! I can't wait until Jon moves his ass up here so we can do this weekly.

Daylight savings! The clock in my Jeep will finally read the correct time once again! Muahahah! I made it!

Recognize.

Soup on a hot day.

Have you no soul? Meh.

Today is absolutely gorgeous. I was out all early afternoon soaking this shit up...dee lovely, indeed. I cannot wait for summer.

The only thing missing right now is a tall, dark, New Zealander dude serving me margaritas-- rocking very small shorts.

I'm ignoring the news. I feel it pressing hard against my front door, but not today. I'm sick of this shit. Let this be a day of rest, for crying out loud. Shabbat Shalom-

Crazy door en route to the market