When...

considering the smart things in life vs. the stupid, making appointments on days when I don't get enough sleep normally doesn't reank very high on the smart side. In fact it just makes me cranky and tired and not wanting to deal with the rest of the week. Too bad my work week just started. Happily, because I only work four day a week, I am at the half way point already.

Night.

Back at work

Here I am, back at work again. At least it's much quieter tonight... not like last week where I managed to mess up in the morning and look totally stupid. (Yah me!) Other than that, this weeks excitment included going to the circus, Chris's birthday, party last night, more rehersals at faire, another eye appointment (yah new contacts) and the realization that classes start at cabrillo on Monday.

The circus was so much fun! Chris went with me and there were people being shot out of cannons and llamas and clowns (I hate clowns) and dogs and elephants and tightrope walkers and lots of singing and dancing... basically pretty cool. And really I think to myself, why can't I be a circus performer? And then I think about todays dancing lesson and I remember why.

I love the new contacts. But I think the guy who works as the assistant at the doctors office doesn't like me. I had a very hard time getting the contacts out once they were in ( getting them in, no problem, thirty seconds, getting them out well, I was there for an hour) But I am getting better at it. I managed to get them out after only about five min today. Good for me. Now what is really funny is that most people have problems getting them in, not out. They assistant told me I had it backwards. I told him I had more problems squeezing my eyeball than touching it. Go figure. But I wore my contacts all day at faire and they only stung a little. At the very end, when my eyes were drying out from all the dust and my nose was having allergy issues with all of the burlap that was hanging around. Who knew that I would manage to get an allergy to burlap...sheesh! But it was a good day.

I also just got the fabric for the bodice I am making this year. I managed to put it in place today, but will need to pull out a seam before finishing it (I forgot to cut the lining fabric and basically screwed myself. Go me.) But I did have some good ribbon to trim it with and will show it to Molly tomorrow and see what she thinks before I continue. I also installed myself at the costume approval booth for a while and was completely in the way. It was fun. We debated the merits of plaid shirts and why there were inapproprate. I even managed to score a free soda. I win.

Alright, it is again time for everyone's favorite, bed checks. So good night and sleep well, I'll still be awake in the morning.

Things

I want a house.

The way

A good way to creep yourself out at night is to watch a show about ghosts right before you go to work being awake all night. That way you begin to imagine all kinds of things lurking just outside the windows and start seeing faces at the windows. A very pleasent way to freak yourself out, but effective in keeping oneself awake.

Today was fun. I had rehersals all day and was the 'slutty' sister, got to make fun of other cast members (in a good way), teased my old faire boss, got the go ahead on what to make the new Francis bodice out of, got a new shiney (in flur-de-lis style), had McDonald's, and got in a four hour nap before work. And happily, I get to do it all again tomorrow...well, except for the McDonald's and the new shiney. But hey, I am sure something will pop out of the wood work that will be just as cool. I was also asked to play with the new off shoot of the Constables guild, the Ladies afternoon spinning society, which is the group that sponsers me in the Maiden show! I now hove two guilds to play with, a booth master who wants me to work (even though I can't) and a character to play. I suppose I should come up with an approprate faire name... Good day.

The only bad thing that happened is a little negitive attitude form one of the girls at work. She is still awake now, and it is almost three hours after she should have been asleep. At least she is just listening to music and moving around now, not talking like she was earlier. It does make me hesitant to do my work though, I don't want to go downstairs and start cleaning until I know that she is really asleep. I don't want to file police reports. Not really my style.

It's good to have a day that isn't too stressful. On monday I am going to pick up my contacts. Hopefully I will be able to deal with these better than I dealt with the ones I had when I was little. (It didn't go very well, lots of crying and frustration) But at least I shall be able to see at faire this year! Cheers to that.

I haven't heard any noise from the back room for quite some time now, so maybe I can get on with my night... nope. Movement, again. Sheesh! I'm never going to get anything done at this rate. Perhaps I should go and do the dishes instead. Anyway, night.

Stuck on a ferris wheel

We went to the boardwalk. It was cool, literally. Actually it got really cold. It was also really fun. We went on the sky chairs and the bumper cars as well as the rollercoasters. Sometimes you need a little small town attractions. We also got stuck in the ferris wheel... yep, stuck. The thing broke down and so the guy was trying to fix it. Except that meant that we didn't get off it after our first ride. And let me tell you, I like ferris wheels, but I didn't want to be on there twice. Around, and around, and around.....blech!

On the positive, I've been watching ghost hunters on the sci-fi channel. It's pretty cool, and creapy especially when you watch it just before you go to work and then have to be up all night thinking about ghosts outside the black windows. *Grin* It's a good thing I have such an active imagination.

Alright, I need to find myself some dinner before I begin to feel icky. Later.

It's late

and I'm tired. I suppose I should have realized that by satying awake all day and getting a sunburn I was only setting myself up to feel crappy tonight. But it was a good day. The first day of workshops. It started a little too early though. And I am still miffed about the 152 being closed until sept, but the alturnate route is not bad at all, and we got there in about an hour anyway.

There were read throughs and costume approvals and I found a guild that is middle class and will allow me to gig with them even though I have several other commitments... I should have enough to do at faire that I won't feel bored and enough free time that I won't feel overwelmed. I was reading for Regan today and will again tomorrow, and next weekend I will be Goneril... ah, life is fun when you have parts. I think my favorite part of today was when I realized that people knew who I was and that I already had a group of friends waiting. It's nice to feel wanted.

Other than that... school satrts next week and I am the one who has to deal with the first few mornings of school. I am not looking forward to it. After three weeks of sleeping in and going to summer camps, I wouldn't want to get up either. But I might as well not borrow trouble. Who knows, maybe they will be so excited that they get up and go with out problems. (What a dreamer I am)

Well, I should probably find something to clean, or fix, or read, so good night.

Faire

I am the understudy for four different parts at faire this year... which means I basically have to memorize half of the women's parts and their blocking. The positive side is I get to try out different characters and will most likely get to play at least two of them as well as get paid to do nothing when all the actual characters are there. So I think I can work with this.

Anyway, I am off to work, and hopefully the migraine that is coming and going in my head will go.

Tah.

Laundry

Have you ever noticed how profetic you get when doing the laundry? I think of all kinds of things that I am supposed to be doing, like calling ym car insurence people, planning doctors appointments, and remembering to go shopping for things I always forget. Perhaps laundry is a memory instagator... a drug of remembering? Can I market it? Who knows?

By the way... I'm getting contacts!!!!!! (I'm a little excited)

Tah.

Home again, home again

Ok, so I have been gone for just about two weeks and so much has happened. I suppose I should start with the LA portion of it all.

Well, I was rear ended on the way down. I was so tired ( I worked the night before and hadn't been to bed in over 24 hours) and so upset as I got out of the car to look at the damage... By the way, I was at a stop sign, not moving at all, waiting for a clear space to go. She rammed into me, sigh. Anyway, I have two words for you... crumple zones. I don't have them, she did. My bumper now sports cheeky white streaks on it, hers is completely dented in on the side. I almost started laughing. I finally said that I really didn't care about it, my car has been hit there before and the deductible on my baby would just about be the whole cost for replacing the bumper. So she hugged me and said "God bless you" and we went our merry ways. The rest of the trip was super though. I went to the San Diego wild animal park and the beach. Nothing too taxing or hard. And the trip back up was uneventful.

I worked the night I came home from that, and the next morning Eva drove me to the airport and I was off to the wedding in the UP. I was so excited about the rental car, not a mustang :( but it was a snazzy car. Full of all kinds of gadgets that worked properly. So cool!!! It was great seeing all the relatives and hanging out at th wedding. Charz gave me a copy of my wedding video and I showed off my wedding pictures. The next day we (Will and I ) were off to the North Shore to visit the other side of the family who were vacationing there. They had a sweet cabin on the shores of lake Superior. I was even convinced to go swimming (freezing!!!!!!!) We had a bonfire and Will shot off fireworks and there was a thunder and lighting show. Beautiful.

My way home was a little strange though. I got begged off my flight (a family of four only needed one more seat to get everyone on the flight) by a flight attendant and ended up staying an extra night in MN. But I got a free hotel, travel to and from it, a free breakfast, and a free round trip ticket. So life ain't too bad. It did make me a little tired for that night at work, but no harm.

On Friday I went up to faire site and auditioned for the stage shows... Molly said she would email me and tell me what part I had today... but that hasn't happened so far and I am beginning to worry. Perhaps she thought better after my crappy audition yesterday (what do you expect after being awake for so long?) But I also managed to return a fixed sewing machine to Shannon and get about 14 hours of sleep.

But today... well, I ordered the jacket I have been eyeballing at the GAP and I got a perscription for contacts and I had really good pasta and I hung out with my man, and I finished Tylers faire garb, and well, I am just having a good day.

Now if only Molly would email me and tell me what is going on....

Hah!

The night before going on vacation one tends to think about important stuff... like, did I remember to pack everything, where did I put my cell phone recharger, and will I really need three pairs of shoes? One also thinks that instead of going to crash a friends birthday party, one should have stayed home and slept. But then again, I never claimed to be the smart on in the family. Although I think the best quote of the night came in the form of "the fog came out of my nose and into my eyes." (we were eating liquid ice breath mints...it's liquid, it's ice, it's both, now shut it)

This past week has been kinda difficult. I have not had much sleep and have been getting grouchy at almost everyone. But truthfully, the week before going on vacation is a hard week to deal with. So much planning and waiting, and not killing the people you work with. Yes, my temper has been getting a little close to the surface... But now I hope I can chill out a little.

I just bought the new Orson Scott Card book...Magic Street. I hope it's as good as the cover people say it is... But then again I have never been disappointed with a Card book. And besides, the last few books I have read were that Potter book, a continuation of a Jane Austin book, and a fictional history of a non-fictional Indian princess... so a little imaginative fiction will be good for me. Hopefully I can make this one last more than a day...I have 'really' been getting into books lately.

On the other hand I keep having dreams about my car. In the first one it was crashed into a pool of slush and I needed to get it towed out but was convinced thet it was still OK to drive, once it was dried out. And the other ties into my dreams about being back in high school, and someone had broken into my baby and trashed him (ripped out the seats and stole everything out of him) I think I am anxious about my car for some reason. Good to know I have something to obsess over.

Well, it's pushing 1am and I still haven't really started doing any house chores yet...I vaccummed and cleaned the kitchen, but still have lots to do, so I guess I should get off my lazy butt and do it.

tah!!

Oh, and by the way...I hate to say it but Harold and KUmar go to White Castle is actually a really funny movie.

Foggy summer mornings

Ooooh, I just had another ren faire dream. It's too segmented to make any sence out of though. I can say I was in dress rehersal for a show and I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be singing, and my garb was too big. Well, I guess that's better than too small, right?

I am currently watching huge blotches of fog sweep past my window. Sometimes I can see my neighbor, sometimes, I can't. I love it. It's wierd to think one of my favorite weather conditions is fog.

Alright, so I have rented a Ford Mustang for the MN adventure. I am so excited about this!!! I can't wait to drive it. Although I need to be careful, with a real car I will probably get cought speeding if I'm not. But A REAL CAR !!!!!! I'm thrilled.

I need to find myself some breakfast now... Later.

Bleach, Harry Potty, and Johnny

In my so very educated opinion, bleach is one of the best things ever made. Not only will it get rid of unsightly bathroom stains, the mold off ceilings, and blood out of whites clothes, but it also burns out the insides of your nose, makes your skin raw and red, and quite possibly gives you a headache. But it's wonderful stuff. It makes cleaning so much easier when you have a spray bottle of bleach water and a cup of clean water to throw at it in half an hour...doesn't even make scrubbing a necessity. Wow, I sound like a housewife. New topic!

Harry Potty...or Potter, depending on what time of day you are trying to say the name... For some reason I found myself at a bookstore at midnight looking at all the half asleep kids waiting in line with their anxious parents waiting for the book to come out. Interestingly enough, it seemed the parents were more excited. There was a great big gong and people dressed in cloaks and I am proud to say I was the very last person in line to get mine that night. Although I think I should also say that I have been lax in my reading of the book and am sadly only on chapter seven. (Oh, for shame!!!) But the night is still young (only 12:45a)

And last but never least on my mind, Johnny... Or should I say Willy Wonka. Fabo!!!!!! I laughed out loud in the theater. It was great. I never really liked the origional one and this one made me all giggly inside. I love how (if you haven't seen this stop reading) all of the oompa-loompas are the same guy and how the background of Wonka was addressed. So much fun! Everyone should see this movie a million times...Perhaps I will even (gasp) buy this one and not just order it on netflix.

The bleach level in my nose has reached a point where I can smell other things now, so I should probably go find myself something useful to do. Perhaps I will drink one of my many Dr. Peppers that get me through the night...or maybe I will check out what is hiding in the cupboards... I might even find some work to do. I still have logs to fill in and reports to read and most importantly, point sheets to total. I love my life.

Tah.

Wednesdays

suck.

In the morning

Apparently I am a morning person. Not a just woke up person, mind you. But a "I woke up at eight and got so much stuff done and now I still have half a day left to do more." kinda person. Just thought you should know.

I just watched the sun come up. It's kinda pretty, really; all pink and blue and white as the sky lightens and the stars sort of melt into the background. It's no wonder that people have made religions out of worshipping the sun. Totally valid, if you ask me. I am also well aware that in another three months, when it is no longer light outside at six in the morning, I will be upset. But for now, I'm loving the summer.

As for two more weeks, I was thinking about how in two weeks I will be leaving work for vacation instead of for home. Ok, so maybe home away from home? I am very ready to have a little vacation from my life. I definitely need some time off work. The pressure and stress is finally getting to me. Which is strange because I had two pretty good weeks followed by this week, which, sucked donkey balls. That's right, donkey balls. But the week is over, and maybe next week will be good again. Maybe.

I am still looking for a dress to wear to this wedding I am going to. I have done the mall thing twice, downtown, online, and my friends closets. Tomorrow I am going to try San Jose. If nothing else a good dose of 100 degree weather ought to clear my head. Who knew this dress would be so hard to find? I guess I could always take the advice I give the girls when they tell me they have nothing to wear... "I guess you'll have to go naked then."

The 4th

This year I finally celebrated the 4th in style. I think I managed almost every tradition possible... I walked in two parades (ren faire style), went to a BBQ, ate watermelon, and saw tons of fireworks. The only thing missing was the apple pie. Who would have guessed that celebrating would be so tiring?

The parades were great. I finally got off the may pole and was able to talk with the crowds. I screamed and yelled and acted like...a fool! Big shocker since that is what I normally do at faire. It's good to finally put my cheerleading talents to good use. I screamed until I had not voice and I jumped around until I was dizzy. And best of all I now have four free tickets to faire. Sweet!

I have to go to work again tonight. It doesn't really seem as if I had much of a weekend. I did too much to calm down or relax. But that's ok, I have vacation coming up in two weeks. *cheer* LA and Michigan, what a combo.

Again with the dreams

I just woke up and while this is fresh in my mind, here we go:
I was at faire. (Big shocker, right) But not one that I have ever really been too. There were three lanes of vendors and and only one stage. It was also set p to be in a city, so tall buildings with a cobble road. (I know it was truly strange when I heard someone shout out that there was a St. Paulie girl booth). Anyway, I was wearing my middle class dress but for some reason not wearing my partlet, sleeves, or socks. (hummmm) I was watching a show and it involved floating sea animals that I was trying to steal because my leader wanted me too. And the Queen wanted me to as well. The show involved flooding the auditorium with water and it was all so the brew master could get his wife pregnant, but she already was and we all knew it. So when we were all walking out I was challenged by the constables about something... Possibly stealing the necklace I was wearing (I remember it being stolen, just not actually stealing it) We fought and I won. The sheriff was so impressed he made me a constable. So then I was out walking the streets and decided to check out the last lane that I had not gone down before. But before I went down it I had to go out of the Faire and back in. The guards at the gate were about to not let me in, but then saw the necklace and were started discussing how I was important but not really dressed, but they did let me in. I was then taken to some other nobles who started discussing me as well. They remembered my face, but not why I had been given the necklace and that was when I realized that I was really a thief and needed to be careful. About that time another noble shows up and starts arguing that he is my husband and that I really was who I said I was (Although I never said who I was) He sent me home to finish getting dressed saying that I had left the house sleep walking. I was on my way back to my booth, trying to figure out how to get a partlet on without help because of the back lacing bodice I was wearing when I heard the call for the St. Paulie girl and woke up.

I can't wait for faire to start.

Dreams

Have you ever woken up and then remembered you were dreaming, but not what about? I keep getting flashes of what it might have been but nothing clear enough to actually remember. So strange.

But not quite as strange as waking up to your neighbor child pounding on a wall and screaming "let me out". Since I heard other people around I'm not too worried, but it was still not what I expected. And, truthfully, rather disterbing.

Perhaps that was a dream too. If so, I need to stop dreaming, it's too strange.

and on, and on, and on...

I just got back from Bewitched. I liked it, no matter what anyone says. It's cute and funny and well, I like Nicole Kidman. So there. And that is all I have to say about that. Well, actually I have lots more to say about it, but I'm not going to because I don't want to spoil the movie for other people.

What else is going on? Well, I just decided to visit King Tut in LA and then come home for about 24 hours before flying off to the U.P. Brilliant, I know. I especially likr the part where I am going to work for 11 of those hours and probably not sleep much for a few days. My life just keeps getting better and better. But I am doing it to myself and these are things I want to do. So humm, humm, humm!

Better than that I just got the last three Girl Genius comics. So wonderful.... Slightly victorian mad scientists in a alturnate timeline... plus, the main character looks an awful lot like me. (Plus she is often found working in her lab in her adorable victorian undies....) *Sigh* I need to meet more mad scientists. Not the" blow up the world and re-make it in my own image" kind; The "world needs to be a better place and it's my responsibility to make it that way" kind. It doesn't hurt if they are cute too. With lots of pets... and a castle...and cool costumes... yah............

Alright, enough of that. I'm going to work. It's wednesday night, that means I get to clean the laundry room.....

In the middle of the night

I went and got myself a tattoo today. And guess what, it hurt...a lot. Keeping in mind that I happen to be a big baby when it comes to pain that I inflict upon myself, this should be no big shock to anyone. If you're wondering, it is a little bunny on my ankle. Very cute. I'm kinda proud of myself.

I also got the courage to sign up for auditions for faire today. But to tell you the truth, even if I don't get a named part I already know I am going to be a Maiden and will most likely still end up in the pagent show. So no big loss for me either way, right? Now if only I could think up a good monologue... perhaps I will fall back on Shakespear. (Just like everyone else) *grin*

Right now I am at work. Obviously work really hard too... I should go check the house in a moment to make sure all the windows are closed and the doors are locked. Or perhaps start the laundry, or maybe even do a room check. Now that sounds like fun... where is that flashlight?

Tah!