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20 October 2006 @ 04:17 am
Fire alarms suck balls. I'm just about to crawl into bed after a hectic night in res, and I hear a faint chime out in the hallway.

Now, lets get this straight. You think they'd put a alarm in a student's residence a little more foreboding that a gentle melodic 'bong-bong-bong'. Don't get me wrong, it's annoying as fuck.

On a previous occasion I muted our speaker in the kitchen so the 'alarm' would stop ringing. (they were testing them one day, and they went on for about a half hour.)

The unfortunate thing is, now I can't get the alarm to start back up again. So, basically, if I had been asleep, Ellen and I would have been charged with a $500 fine for not leaving our rooms. Remind me to put in a work order downstairs to get that fixed. Shh.. I didn't touch anything. >_>

So.. hence the ball sucking.

It's 4:20, and Jamie's calling me at 8.

08 October 2006 @ 02:49 am
So, I thought it was due time for an update. Full on turkey and watching the Mets/Dodgers game, I'm in a good mood. Not that I like the Mets OR the Dodgers.. more of a Tigers fan.. Fuck the Yankees!

School's been wonderful. I've met so many amazing people that I know I'll stay in touch with forever. My roomate is amazing. We click when we're together, and don't get on eachother's nerves. (Which is happening right about now with some of our neighbors.) Class is.. whatever. I only have 2 exams, one in English and one in Philo. Bleegh.

I'm looking for a good tattoo design for my leg right now, leaning towards a small one of either the Eye of Ra or an Ankh. I'll probably end up drawing my own version after looking at a few and getting ideas. I don't want anything stock... because that'd bug me.
01 September 2006 @ 12:36 am
Hey... ever watch Clerks and hear something you didn't understand? Well... now you do.

Check it out.
27 August 2006 @ 11:42 am
I'm tired.
Physically... mentally... emotionally...

My body just wants me to go back to sleep, but I'm not that kind of tired. It's probably just the anticipation of moving on with my life that's dragging my psyche down. Don't get me wrong, I'm pumped about university, but the actual "getting there" is going to suck. Cleaning, sorting, packing, moving, unpacking, sorting, organizing. Uggh.

My roommate kicks ass, though. She seems like a very cool, down-to-earth person who is just as pumped to start a new life as I am. She just turned 18, so clubbing might be a little hard.. but who cares, I don't go out that much anyway.

Eddie May was good - My table talk was the best it's ever been, which gave me a boost of confidence for the last 2 shows I have to do. Tom told me 'Greased' is on TBD status.. we have no clue how long it's going to run. That's kind of a pain, considering I'll have to find my way to and from Fat's.. oh wait I can bus.. der.
20 August 2006 @ 01:37 am
So, another Eddie May show done. Yay. Tonight was the best in terms of audience participation and enjoyment, it seemed. They were all laughing and talking to us, and being attentive. Amazing.

We were outside which was a little scary, because of the high chance of it raining. There were 3 or 4 big tents set up outside covering the audience... but our 'stage' was completly open to the heavens. Save for a gazebo, which had a large wooden post in a sightline. After 'Summer Nights' we quickly moved down out of there.. too much of a pain playing to the post. :P

Lots of crazy stuff happened:
- Jordan broke the switchblade that was sticking out of Jeff's back, so he was holding the handle like a fool. We're all so professional.. we just broke character and laughed.

- Manon dropped her wig as she died.. kinda ruined the mood of the serious scene when Jordan, Shaun and I shart shaking and grinning in attempt to surpress our giggle-fit.

- Alison fell to the ground as I pushed her away after our fight.. again, broke character and laughed.

- Later she ran behind Jordan and grabbed his chest, which got a surprised, "What the hell are you doing?!" from him. More laughing.

All in all is was a great show. I took a great shot of the boys changing with my phone.

Warning: Half-naked actors lie behind the cut.. :)Collapse )

Y'all nevr know harsh conditions untill you enter Fat Tuesday's basement. Imagine a small dorm-size room filled with 8 actors and 2 tech guys, all trying to change at once. Plus it's hot as hell, smells like dirty fish, and there are flies everywhere. Oh, and blood slpatter all over the walls. Yay! Welcome to the Eddie May dressing room.

I was the most pleased with my performance tonight in terms of my overall calmness. For the first time I wasn't nervous, and Shaun said my summation was the best it's been. And you know something else? I realized.. I get the biggest applause! More vigerous clapping accompanied by whoops and hollers. Makes me feel all warm and tingly.

I got paid tonight. Zing! My first acting paycheck! ... I, am a professional actress. Damn that feels good to say. Only 4 more shows to do.. all with Shawna and Jodie, so that means no more Jeff or Alison. :'(

I'll just go cry in a corner now.
19 August 2006 @ 12:43 pm
I got bored..

Your Kissing Purity Score: 57% Pure

For you, kissing isn't a casual thing

Lip to lip action makes your heart sing

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny.
Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it.
And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.

Your 1950s Name is:

Joni Vivian
16 August 2006 @ 10:35 pm
Ok, that was fun but I need to do a proper blog.

This past weekend consisted of nothing. Like, actually nothing. I sat on my ass most of Sunday and Monday, waiting untill Tuesday when my cousins Elizabeth and Elliot, aunt Diane and her boyfriend Mike came up from Toronto. Elizabeth was chosen to row in the Ontario Summer Games, so we went down early Tuesday to check it out. She rowed with people she'd never met before, which I guess was cool. I was too busy coughing up a fuckin' lung to really pay attention.

After we went to the Elgin Street Diner. 'Nuff said.

We decided to stop by Sandra's house to check out their new pool and say hi to the kids. Finley insisted on trying to kiss Tyler (Laura's bf) and Charlotte was just spewing cuteness everywhere. All in all a good lil visit.. untill I got back into the car.

I'd left my purse because I didn't want the burden, but I had this weird feeling that I was going to miss something if I didn't have my phone. I decided to ignore it. Bad idea. We get in the car and my phone is beeping, saying I have a message. Call voicemail, and this is what I hear, "Hi, Lisa it's Julie. Uhh.. I don't know if you've heard or not but.. Steffen Ryge died last night in a car crash. You can call me at home if you want to... ok, bye."

I didn't really react the way I expected myself to. I didn't cry, I didn't feel emotionally burdened or disjointed.. I just felt.. empty. Almost numb to the whole thing.

I knew Steffen back in 6th grade. He was one of the cool kids, and I - as you might have guessed - was not. He played percussion which made him that much cooler, and he acted, which made him desireable by all the girls. Including me. I was akward, stubborn, geeky, quirky, and anything but eyepleasing. I don't know how it came about that I had a crush on Steffen.. maybe watcing him from afar I saw something in him that I wanted to see in myself. Some cliche crap like that makes sense.

 Anyways, my good friend at the time, Libby, acted with him in some shows, and insisted I audition for 'Guys and Dolls' because Steffen was for sure going to get a part... and It was a chance for me to spend more time with him. Bless Libby's heart, she knew I didn't stand a chance, but tried to make me feel better none the less. So, I bit the bullet and did it. I sang Yankee Doodle Dandy in 3 different keys and got myself a 'lil part. I was Bubbles, a Hot Box dancer, and I believe my lines were "Ok, Adalade" and ".. and me with Tony the Greek." w00t.

There were two casts, and as forturne has it, I didn't end up in his. But it did give me a chance to have my eyes glued to him without anyone suspecting anything. I remember in his closing night, one of his lines was "I ain't no stool piegon!" But, being a young kid, he took a dare and changed it to "I ain't no stool sample!" The theatre didn't quiet down for 3 minutes or so.

Steffen was the reason I got into theatre in the first place. My main goal was to be closer to this guy I had a crush on, but I ended up finding my calling.. even if I did only have the chance to say a line or two.

I miss you, old friend. May you rest in peace.

Steffen Erik Ryge
January 8, 1988 - August 14th, 2006
16 August 2006 @ 10:07 pm
Yoinked from himitsu_honto. <3
(Stick your friends names in from 1-20 in any random order)

1. Evan
2. Ryan
3. Tory
4. Alexis
5. Kathleen
6. James
7. Jamie
8. Michelle
9. John
10. Laura
11. Aziz
12. 'Tude
13. Caitlin
14. Crispin
15. Cory
16. Lesley
17. Gill
18. Sarite
19. Jared
20. Sarah

1. How did you meet 13?: We were in 11th grade stoopid math together. But before that... 10th grade Drama that I wasn't in. lol I stopped in because DJ was teaching a dance class. She had her Batman shirt on.
2. What would have happened if you had never met 5?: I would never been a member of the STD's and learned how to krump like a mo' fo'.
3. What do you honestly think of 10?: She's the nicest person on the face of the earth... with the most demonic cat.
4. Is number 7 lucky?: Cha! Jamie's my savior.
5. If 15 died tomorrow, how would you react?: I'd go die myself. I love that kid so much.. it's hard to think we've only known eachother for 3 years.. he's like my big brother.
6. Would 2 and 12 make a good couple?: HAH! Actually... maybe! They're both quirky as hell.
7. Would 3 and 17 make a good couple?: Hmm.. if they swing that way, anything's possible. I'll just have to hoard Gill for Sens tickets then.
8. Do you know any of 4's family members?: Her mom is a dollface... other than that no.
9. How cute is 14?: Teddy-bear cute.
10. What would you do if 20 kissed you?: Go gargle beccause it'd probably taste like Dr. Pepper.
11. What language does 19 speak?: Ebonics. XD no, English.
12. Who is 8 going out with?: Nobody.
13. When was the last time you talked to 18?: In person, last saturday, at Eddie May. Then on tuesday on MSN.
14. What is 9's favorite band?: Oh please don't make me guess. Umm.. Pink Floyd
15. Does 2 have any siblings?: Yessuh, 2 older brothers.
16. Would you ever date 6?: Gill's ex. No-go zone. Although I can hear her words now.. "Pssh, I don't care."
17. Would you ever date 7?: Awww, my Jamie. He's like my brother.
18. Is 15 single?: As far as I know.
19. What is 3's favorite band?: Pff, whatever's playing in the Drama room I guess.
20. Where's 20?: In Vermont, with Kathleen and Jamie
21. What is 2's biggest wish?: To marry Peter McKay
22. Would 14 and 20 make a good couple?: No, because Sarah'd wear the pants.
23. What school does 16 go to?: None, anymore.
26. Where does 9 live?: Hellz if I know.
27. Would you make out with 16?: The kinkier the better!
28. Are 5 and 16 best friends?: Hardly... they've never met.
29. What is the coolest thing about 2?: His girly laugh.
30. What's your best memory of 1?: Never being able to get our love scene in Little Women right.
31. What is 18s mom's name?: No clue.
33. What is 16s last name?: Holtom!
34. What grade is 17 in?: Uni Froshy
35. Would you ever spend the night at his/her house?: Her dorm? I might just have to this year.
36. What was the last thing you ate with 4?: Fish, cake, mushrooms, rice, salad.
37. What do you hate about 14?: That he can boast that he's DIED.
38. What is 17s dad's name?: Richard. Bu-yah!
39. Can you trust 20 with your life?: If it requires someone's ass getting kicked.. yes.
40. What was the last thing you said to 2?: "Thanks for coming, hun."
13 August 2006 @ 04:36 pm
Why Dorithy and Toto went over the rainbow, to blow off Auntie Em! La Vie Boheme!

I have that song stuck in my head.. probably from Jamie trying to come up with LJ names. He finaly got one.. against_grain

I somehow stumbled acorss another IM site.. the 'IMSDb', or Internet Movie Script Database. Some are done better than others, and my only guess is that the poor ones were composed by people with too much time on their hands, sitting watching the film as they follow it shot by shot, line by line.

The citizens of the United States are prudes. I really do believe it. After living in Canada for three years, I've seen more explicit stuff on TV that I ever did in 11 years in California.
I'm sitting at my desk right now, looking at a poster for the movie 'Stay' on my wall. The movie's rating is R, the recognized alphabetical value for a film that does not permit anyone under the age of 18 inside the theatre. Now, beside the 'R' is the Canadian rating: '14A'. 14A expreses that a child under 14 should watch the movie with an adult. And beside *that* is a '13 Ans+'.. the Quebec rating.

The ratings are not interchangeble.. understandibly, because Canadian kids are exposed to more real-world situaions and language than most kids in the states, causing them to mature faster, and therefore be able to handle the mature themes in most movies. I checked out the Canadian rating System for Home Videos website, and saw that a Canadian rating of 'R' is equivalent to the US rating of NC-17.. which is ironic in itself, because NC-17 implies that no persons under 17 should be watching that film, yet the content is far more explicit (usually sexually) than an 'R' film.. marked for those under 18.

Just something to ponder over.
11 August 2006 @ 01:00 am
Jamie and I had a blast today. After picking him up at 'Bucks we went across the street to this Euro-Deli (NOT associated with the one in Kanata), and this crazy biotch from hell gave us a hard time when we asked for a mixed-meat sandwich.

"Can you put a bunch of meats in?"
"You can't do that."
"It' too expensive."
"Huh? How much are they?"
"Five dollars."
"For only one kind of meat?! .... *psst, Jamie! Lets go to Kanata.*"

We ended up staying there while she made us our honey ham sandwiches.. they were alright, but nothing compared to the real Euro.

So, parking in Ikea was vrutal. The aisles are narrow to begin with and pulling forwards into a spot with the Expedition is a no-go; backing in is the only option. I stake out a spot, put my blinker on, pull forward past it and prepare to reverse and hear my back-up warning buzzer going. I turn around and this old decrepit man and his wife in their fugly white Buick have pulled up right behind me. I motion for him to back up, and he complies, giving me all of 5 inches to work with. I try moving backwards to give him a subtle hint, but in doing so my front end was swinging around too close to the other lane of cars. So I pull forward and attempt to reverse again.. and the fuckin' old man pulls right up behind me again! His wife kept flopping her hands around in disgust of me 'not being able to park', so I gave up and found a spot that was actually closer than the original. And in conclusion to that mini-rant, people over 65 should not be driving. Memo, you make my life hell on the highways too.

Once we got inside, everything was peachy.

We stopped in on Flicks and Flavours on the way back, and Jamie talked his way into getting me a free 'Stay' poster. <3

Jamie bought a light fixture, blinds, and a mirror at Ikea and we had a ball putting them up. "How many theatre students does it take to install a light?"

Jamie is such a kid, though. "Ehh? Drill-bit? .. An ahl.. wuzzat?" XD He was impatient and ripped some screws out of a wooden frame, then ran down to the basement to find some paint. It was oooold stuff, and unmixed. We thought it was finish or stain at first.. and Jamie stuck his fingers in it. Afterwards he got wise and shook it up.. then stuck his fingers in it again. That lead to paint thinner on the hands and much burning that followed. Ow!

We cooked dinner and made coffee, then played a Movie game similar to the Sims, then watched Idina be a crazy woman in Ask The Dust. She's brilliant, hands down.

Shaun told me to come downtown tomorrow to have lunch and drop off my resume at Chapters and Starbucks. I told him I'm gonna be tight for money during the school year, so he said he'd talk to his boss for me. Yaay! I might be gettin' myself a job, boi!

ETA: I just crawled *inside* my duvet cover to flatten out the quilt that I'd stuffed in. I'm crazy. Remind me to never do that again.. or to wear protective eye gear. Bastard fluffies.