Second Journal of Sass

I have just decided that I am somewhat lactose intolerant. how unfortunate.

It's late and I need to go to bed. But, for some reason, instead of writing in my real journal, I'm typing here. yeah.... so, anywho, today I went to the grocery store. I've decided that I'm sick of A&P and tackling grocery shopping and worrying about the money I'm spending and the meals I'm never going to cook. Poo.
I also finished my application to teach english in france. Just need to copy it and get folder/envelope and mail the friggin thing!
I've discovered I love interent radio, and this folk/world music station which rocks. go go itunes.

Bonne Nuit

Reber

So, I read other people's blogs and I get inspired and want to write in mine. Thing is, no one reads mine. So it's really more of a journal. But what the heck, I'm writing anyway. So tonight I kind of assistant house managed the first preview of Hallelujah Baby. Mostly I got overwhelmed and confused, and then was put in charge of concessions, then told that I needed to keep track of what I was selling. And that was nearly impossible at intermission when I had to make like 7 hot chocolates, find a bottle opener, try to open a bottle of wine, and try not to run out of coffee. I made $7 in tips. That was cool.
I have discovered that I don't mind drinking coffee. This is a big change.

Mostly, I enjoyed tonight because the final key theatrical ingredient was added- the audience. I loved it! I love being a part of a theatre and seeing every little part that makes it work. From the systems administrator who fixes the computers, to the volunteer that cleans up the green room and puts out puzzles, to the aspiring actor/comic who sits bored in the box office every afternoon, every little job is amazing to me. There is so much going on!

Alright, I'm tired of typing. Good night!

Rebekah :-)

So, like a year later, I'm updating this blog. It's funny, I had absolutely no clue where I was going to be the year after graduation when i wrote my last entry. Life is complicated. I miss certain people. I miss really good friends. I miss those laughs. I haven't laughed with all of my being since I saw Angela and Sara. I realized I need to be with people I trust in order to fully let go with a laugh. I miss laughing with my puss palace girls. Life is so unsure. Especially at points like this...

I realized that I have a problem. I am a writing utensil kleptomaniac. Yes, I can't help stealing pens and pencils. Yesterday I realized that all the pens and pencils I had in my backpack were not mine- they were all ones that I had picked up somewhere on campus. yikes. so if you lost a pen or pencil, i might have it... oh dear. :)

I just ate 2 cookies... and Allie was jumping around with our feline visitor. We don't know her name, but she likes to walk around my desk and eat our tuna (well that's probably because we feed it to her)

Sometimes I just get really fed up with people... you know? People who take these really extreme opinions just to piss people off. Promoting discussion is one thing, but it's sad that the only way to get people to think is to shock the pants off them. What has our society come to? No I don't think we should beat one extreme with another (ex. getting rid of violence and crime by killing all the hungry who do bad things- hey if you're going to look at things that way, our president should be killed). A part of me thinks that as a human race, on this earth, at this point, we're fucked. We've screwed everything up and we're probably going to end up killing ourselves off. But I DON'T think that means that we should live like it's the end of the world and we can do whatever the hell we want. I think it's still meaningful to try to live together as humans and learn from and respect each other. I mean what else is there to do? And even if we got rid of all the bad stuff in the world, it would just come back, there's no way to solve it all. Also, I think we have to have the bad stuff- we live in a world of opposites. It's what makes the good stuff good. But that doesn't mean we can't stive for goodness and understanding. That's what life's about, I think, the struggle. Ok, enough ranting for the moment....

So, according to Alyssa, this is my future. I will meet a jewish architect at a fundraising function for a new theatre he designed, and we'll talk about shoes. He'll be detail-oriented and very grounded. I will think he is absolutely hilarious and he will make me laugh, yet no one else will understand his sense of humor. We will have 2 kids- 2 boys, who will be chubby, and those kids that get made fun of a little bit in school. Their names will be Jacob and Elijah. And we will all live together happily in Seattle.
qui sait?

So, yeah. Things are crazy right now. I love my involvement in OCG, the work I'm doing on the show is so rewarding. I just wish I didn't have so much else to do because I don't have time to do it all. And it sucks because on my one day a week that I have off, I should be catching up on everything, but instead all I want to do is goof off. So today was nearly entirely unproductive - I did type up all my notes from friday night's run and send them to Tori and we did get groceries for the house. But my room is still a pit and I haven't bitten into my history reading - Dostoyesky. And can I say that last night sucked? I was not feeling the Permia party at ALL, because I had made everyone wait for so long and I was so tired and not in a social mood. And then when I went to drive home , my car was blocked in by 3 other cars- BOO. So I walked home and cried the whole way. The people I passed probably thought I was a little weird... then I got my warm pj's on and watched Circle of Friends - so that was nice. And to top it all off I never wore a costume. It's november!! Yikes...
I have nothing creative to write right now. I'm behind on correspondence with outside friends.... hmmm... c'est l'heure de me coucher!