Wed, Feb 27/01 4:10pm
Been daydreaming all day. It's been nice. I just ate 3 toasted peanut butter sandwiches. It was nice. Now I need to scratch my back. Ohh baby, that's nice too. Catherine called from the Sanderson Centre. The technical director took down my phone number... maybe I'll end up working Sears after all.
I wonder if my credit card works yet... I confirmed it earlier this afternoon, so probably not quite. I went to the mall and strangely enough, I still had all my cash in my account, OSAP hasn't come to visit yet this month... and this month's over tomorrow.
Tues, Feb 27/01 11:19pm
Hooray. Pain. Pain pain pain pain headache pain.
That was my day. The hooray was getting my credit card, finally. That means I can live another month doing my backbreaking, heartwrenching, undergratifying routine now! Fuck. And then the first bout of pain... I go out to the theatre, I'm pulling this scaffolding along so Murray can continue painting the roof, and wham... the brace beam that gets walked on in between the scaffolding falls squarely on the top of my head. That gave me a resounding headache for the rest of the day. Of course, so did Becky, the incompetent co-op student. It's so sad that she has the body she doess. It makes me ill to see such stoopit people with such curves. But anyways. After that I kind of recovered. Went Value Village shopping for costume stuff with Catherine, got some Taco Bell, which of course reminded me of the loss of tbg, but that was okay, because it was really really good food today. Wish I had it now. And rehearsal was okay too. Plan B went back to flirting with me again. What a strange creature. She asked if maybe I'd do my hypnosis stuff on her to set her dial on relax, but there wasn't time for it tonight. She also gave me some comp tickets to her show on Friday, which I suppose I might as well head to. After rehearsal was the real stress part, as somehow I actually managed to nail most of my lines during the nights run. After rehearsal came the news of all the problems, and the realization that we go on in 21 days, I think it was. Stage aint done. Curtains aint hung. Lights aint there. Seats aint there. Tech booth aint there. Theatre space is cluttered and there's absolutely nowhere to put the junk. So many frikkin problems. Plus there's my very own stupid crap that's been weighing on my mind. Schools? Auditions? I suck at auditions as it is, and I have one next month and I haven't sent in the evaluation fee, or much else for that matter. I really hope the rest of them aren't til May, because I'm fucked for cash til the end of next month. I'll most likely be using the new credit card to top off my rent next month. So I kind of won't need any real, new money until the start of April, except for audtions. If I didn't have those, I'd be golden. And really, I'm just going to fuck them up anyhow and end up maybe $200 poorer factoring in fees, gas and food for these fucking trips. Plus there's the time wasted with more irritating, nervous, chipper theatre people that I don't want to be bothered with.
Fuck! Where's that mail order bride?! Come on, there's gotta be *some* sexy little thing who wants to plant her lips on me... no? Not even that, just some minscule snugglebunny who likes to lay it out straight and say what she think and who's really got an urge to curl up on the couch with me? Fine, forget it then. I'll just continue on my express toll route to InSaNiTy, cheering and drooling all the way. Man.
Tues, Feb 27/01 2:23am
Well hallelujah! Rehearsal was good! It was a Sears rehearsal, however, and not a Taming rehearsal, so it had more chance of going right from the beginning. Well, it had more of a chance of me truly enjoying it, anyhow. And I did. For the first time since I signed on with the Sears group, I felt excited to be a part of things. They finally started pulling their crap together and gave a decent performance tonight, and I was pleased. My sister was even convincing in her role to me. It's good to have something go kind of right. As well, I'm kind of excited to be the real costume guy for the goth group in the show, as I'm coordinationg what they're wearing(and supplying most of it from my wardrobe/accessory stash), as well as doing their hair and makeup. Hot damn. I suppose I could do the prep hair and makeup too, but they basically have that covered themselves whereas the goth group keeps coming to me all panicked saying, 'is this okay? is this right?' It's kind of cute.
I've come online multiple times with the intent to find me some porn, but keep managing to get sidetracked with other things. And now, I don't really feel like it anyway. I feel more like... ohh... tearing my whole page apart and starting over. Maybe in red. I think I'll try it a little later if I'm still restless. And I think I'll break with tradition and post a pic of me too.
I guess I failed to mention about my weekend strip club adventure. The only real point of interest is that I was wearing my horns, and other gaudy things. The first place me and Strip Bar Ron went to dug it highly. The emcee was all over it... 'how's it going, Satan?' etc, etc. However, the second place we went to... which is not a fave of mine... The Manor in Guelph... ugh. Most people there didn't really pay much attention, except for one whore. She stood behind me for a while, trying to rub her last two brain cells together to formulate a thought, I suppose, and when she did... oh boy. She was a bit cranky. She, a stripper, was trying to give me a hard time on how I looked. Surely I'm not the only one who finds the humour in that, right? Geez. Maybe if I bought all my clothes at the stripper outlet mall, where everything tears off with zippers and clasps, maybe then she would have dug me, eh? It was pretty funny, nonetheless. Silly girl.
Once again, I just want to write and write and write. Oh, I do have something else to mention. Tonight was also a bingo night. I wore my horns to the bingo parlor. The supervisor actually recommended I leave them on, which was surprising. So, I did. And you know, I really don't mind all that much if someone has an off the cuff lame remark, okay? Like, if as soon as they see me they say something stale, like... 'Hey, you horny?' or something equally stupid. But when someone saves up a comment that's just plain stupid and totally unoriginal... that's no good, I'm sorry. In the last third of the night, this one manager there, at least I think he got promoted... he comes over to the booth I'm working in with Murray-Mac and Catherine, and goes to me, "Oh, now I know why you have those one... the devil made you do it." And I just looked at him. There was another bingo bitty standing there too and she's like, 'look, he's trying not to laugh', when really it was more like 'look, he's trying to refrain from telling you how much of a dumb retard you are.' I mean, come ON! I could let someone... well, someone ideally attractive to me get away with something like that, but such a person would also be attracted to me, if they were ideal, right? And if that were the case, I'd just want her to stalk up to me, twist a horn between her thumb and forefinger for a moment, and then lick the side of my face. That'd be good, oh yeah.
I guess this is as good a time as any to mention my girl status/mentality. I'm at a good point, contradictory point. I hate 'em, and really want to stumble across a perfect one. Told you, contradictory. Basically, the first decent short chick that comes along who uses the phrase 'stupid cunt' when referring to another girl is going to capture my heart, whether she set out to catch it or not. Poor girl, I pity her already. You should too. Pray for her, it's going to be messy.
Mon, Feb 26/01 2:32pm
I see a bad moon risin', I see trouble on the way.
When you know by 2:30 that you're whole day's going to be shit... what's the point? Attention world: start going my way, huh? No more of this day late and dollar short shit... if I miss out on something I want it to be by friggin' MILES so I won't feel so bad. What's worse than coming close to something you want but *just* missing out for whatever stupid reason? Not a whole lot beats that.
Netscape stopped working for me last night. During one of my many restarts while writing last night's journal, I said told the scanning program that automatically runs to just fuck right off rather than wait the 3 minutes or so to wait for it to finish. And now Netscape 4.7 is no more. Give Netscape 6 a big welcome. Look at me, just rocketing into the 90's!
I'm so frustrated right now. It's another throwback-to-being-16 kind of day I guess. Or maybe I just need something to eat. I'll go beat off, maybe that'll help me out. Or maybe I'll just go blind, wouldn't be too surprising.
Mon, Feb 26/01 2:49am
What a terrible, nothing kind of day. Basically, it breaks down into 3 parts:
1. Visiting relatives. My grandmother and aunt in from London to visit my dad. My dad turns into Cap-i-tain Immaculate, and buzzes around the friggin' house serving up excessive and gaudy trays of all manner of food for his two visiting relatives, and acts like someone he's completely not. Makes me wonder about him. Why does he do it for them? Is he not proud of how he really is? And if not, why doesn't he make an effort to change things around? A real effort I mean though. Not outlandish promises of Valhalla proportions, but stark reality. Odd.
2. Rehearsal. Out to the theatre around 3:30. First, putting together the last of the stage. There's still more flooring to go on it, but that's about it and it'll be done at last! Then there's curtains, painting everything, seats, lights, sound... the tech booth needs to be made too. Geez, maybe it's not as much progress as I thought it was. Rehearsal started for me at about 7. Before that I went out to grab Catherine and I some food, me from McDonalds, her from Subway. As usual, there was a tremendous backlog of people at Subway. Tonight there was some big foreign family of about 8 people, who just didn't seem to understand the concept of ordering food. The difference in length of the buns, the colours of the bread... the fact that sauce was actually free... it was all very strange to them, and they took their damn sweet time getting everything just perfect. My favourite part of that was one old woman trying to decide if she wanted sub sauce or not, because she'd never had it before and I guess she found the idea to be very adventurous. Took her quite a while to decide that yes, subsauce WAS the way to go, and thank Allah for that. Almost made me late to get back, which would have been a shame, since George the Director was on a tirade. Seems nothing was quite good enough. I got a double whammy of being an incompetent actor *and* a shitty, useless crewman. You know, a useless sack of shit who's just put more than pretty much anyone else into his friggin' theatre, on his own damn time, getting nothing in return except a lunch from Wendy's, if that. And yes, I'm including gratitude, hasn't been a whole lot of that either. So yeah, I wasn't too impressed with his outsider bullshit, as he just showed up in December and has no clue of the story of that place and how it *used* to look and what HAS been done. I came as close as I ever have to just walking out on that pouting, overdramatic little shit. Find your ass another Lucentio, pussy! I'd be calling out, farting in his general direction. Ugh. And lucky us, tonight was ol' windbag's birthday. Actually is was quite lucky, because it cut short his pissant ramblings about how badly we all sucked because in the middle of a scene where one character, Grumio, offers Kate the shrew food, she asks... 'How about some... birthday cake?' which was a cue so sing out the mandatory song. And we brought out the cake, and he cut the boobs out of it for himself to eat, despite his ambiguous nature. And then we hauled out the book purchased for him, all about costumes of harlequin circus shit from France in the 1900's, which he gets all hot and sweaty over. And then we hauled out the wine. It seemed to be quite fast acting... seeing as after only one glass into each of us, Plan B agreed to give me a kiss in exchange for the story as to why I cut off all my hair which she found so incredibly attractive. She could have mentioned that fact earlier, I'd thought. Now, the kiss was just on the cheek, but it served a much greater purpose than trying to give myself a rod. It was more of a triumph than anything else. See, she's been around since summer camp, where I, and Danny the Lighting Boy, met her. I met her first, and qas quite fond of her ability to flirt, seeing as so many other females around me seemed inable or unwilling. And I mean hell... I'm a flirt. It's a lifestyle, and I love it. The problem is, so is Danny. And he's hardcore. He doesn't stop where it's polite to stop, where I do. He's quite the agressor... he's actually pretty ugly I think, but it seems to work for him. He also had big curly hair, kind of like mine but with tight curls. So all during the summer, she just seemed to be playing into my hands... and then Danny quit his shitty job and ended up hanging around the theatre non-stop. And then I just stopped bothering with Plan B, though that wasn't her name at the time. It was still almost a contest though, with me being as attractive as I be. Well, tonight just put the nail in Danny's coffin. I mean I dig the guy, he's pretty cool... but I really can't stand it when ugly guys who are real jerks with chicks win over me. And this time... ahh, this time it didn't happen. The witnessed kiss... that brought it to an end. Yeah! And then rehearsal was over and I went hom.
3. New interests. The Lexx girl & webcams. Ever see or hear of a show called 'Lexx'? Well, with me staying up all manner of hours on various nights, I happen to catch the show on the sci-fi channel. It's a really stupid show, and I mean stupid. I think ridiculous might be a better word. It stars a small cast of stables, with one character who apparently keeps needing to be recast... who is a female sex robot. And it's fun to see which chick plays her on different shows, because it's always a decent looking girl in punked out kind of stuff. And I took notice tonight that not only she's hot. There's always sexy guest stars with short hair, and that's good. It's too bad, however, that the show is not. My other big fascination... webcams. I guess that comes from stumbling across this site. A guy who has nothing better to do than berate the girls that run webcam sites... and really, there's nothing else he should be doing, because it's a fucking hilarious site. Through this Daign guy I've found one girl in particular, a storytelling freak, who I particularly have something of a new fondness for. She's the new pic on my start page, yum yum.
I'd write more... I almost feel like it, but kind of not. See, I already re-wrote half of the junk in this entry, because my computer collapsed in a heap on the floor for a minute there, when I was halfway done this entry the *first* time. So because of that, you missed out on stories of my love for cheese and crackers(and peanut butter and crackers), uninteresting facts about my aunt and her Coke fascination, and countless other truly hilarious remarks. Dozens of them, all gone. Yuh huh. Sure. Really at the moment I'm just waiting to see if My Pixie is going to show up online and sweep me off my feet again. It's starting to look unlikely. Not impossible, just unlikely. Thank God for free internet, I say, or this time would be costing me. Well, not me, actually... since before this I had been stealing internet access from my mom.
But, I suppose it's time to read. Especially now, after my third glitch that led to a restart. Fucking Microsoft. If I just had some guts in me I'd go get a copy of frikking Linux. Bah. At least I'm at a good point in my book. It's the point in The Stand where most of the dying's over with, and the first survivors are just starting to come together in little patches. I dig the old dude with the Kojak the dog, so much. King got his character right on... my sociology prof was *just* like this guy. And you know what else? I stick by my last journal entry. Sitting around reading is the only thing not getting me in trouble... I mean fuck, writing about reading almost got me in trouble! What's up with that?! When I'm right, I'm fucking right!
Sat, Feb 24/01 7:46pm
Reading. Laying around, eating pizza and reading. I think it's one of the few things left that's not going to get me in trouble with *someone*. Hooray for the Stand!
Sat, Feb 24/01 2:05am
Why does everyone have to be such a piece of shit anymore? It's like everyone's goodness warranty is expiring and I'm ending up with the sour husks of once sweet and honourable folk.
I'm coming Kirsten, get me/keep me the hell out of this fucked up place... 'cause I'm coming.
Wed, Feb 21/01 2:24am
happy happy happy happy!!! kirsten kirsten kirsten!!!
My god, the things that girl makes me FEEL!
Tues, Feb 20/01 10:58pm
Ugh. Bingo and then rehearsal. And then home. The off-script rehearsal wouldn't be so bad if George the director hadn't suddenly morphed into a giant over-dramatic retard. Okay, he's always been over dramatic, but it hadn't been in a bad way, really. But now that we're off script, suddenly everything's a 'disaster'. It's as if he's never worked with a cast up until the point where they're supposed to be memorizing things. People forget lines George, it fucking happens! Man. If I wanted to hear about how badly everything sucked I'd stay here with my dad.
Nothing that big that's new. Except for some odd circles of events. Okay, well I'm doing 2 different shows, but there's some of the same people in both shows. This girl Veronica is a dancer in Taming, and B1 in Us and Them. Her father taught me in grade 8 and was my favourite all time teacher, her mother was a hardcore Brownie mom with my mom, and she was in Brownies with my sister, to which I would often find myself aiding in lifting heavy things and such. So that's one chick. There's another one, in both shows, who's assistant stage managing Taming and stage managing Us and Them. She went to Brownies with my mom and sister, and I found out tonight that I've actually babysitted her before as well. I figured that out when we took her home tonight and the place looked familiar. She was scared of me, of course. As well, there's now a new chick working at the bingo place who's actually staff rather than volunteer for an organization like me, and she went to school with me up until 3rd grade. She was my first crush/kiss, and I'm fairly sure she doesn't remember me as either, but just some sexy dude she gets to oogle now and then. I come to this conclusion because I met up with her a couple years ago and she didn't know me then either, so why would she now, right? So yes, it's a small town of 80,000 after all.
Sun, Feb 18/01 11:53pm
I want to say I had a good rehearsal, but I'm not totally sure why. It was out first off-script rehearsal, and being the first one who speaks in the show, I got to be the first one to call out 'Line!'. Hooray for that. Well, I guess the rehearsal's goodness comes down to two main things. One, while searching through the attic for parts of costumes, Catherine found this kick-ASS jacket and pants combo. The jacket is this red, white and blue plaid and just plain RULES, and then there's the maroon-red pants that just set it off. Annnndd... I got to keep them! The clause, of course, is that I'll be getting up at 10 tomorrow to do really bad theatre work that I even now don't feel good at all about. So that kind of bites. Kind of really bites, that is. The second good thing tonight was getting bitten. La-de-da, I'm just standing around while we're partway into act II, and Plan B beside me just decides she's going to bite me. We're both kneeling behind some boxes, and I wasn't even paying attention, and she sinks her teeth into my wrist. And it was just like DAMMMMMNNNN!! and I have no idea how I didn't just throw her on the floor right in the middle of everything and lay the wood to her. Yeah, that perked me *right* up. Hooray for the agitation I felt after THAT, geez. I picked up a couple more nibbles a little later... but I think the deal is that she's just trying to butter me up so I'll let her do her interpretive dance shtick that she loves so much during March break camp. 10 to 1 odds that's what's going on. Damn woman.
And by the way, once April rolls around, won't someone remind me to have my breakdown then? There's just no time right now, you see.
Fri, Feb 16/01 1:25am
It's a scientific fact. Only 1 out of every 5 girls actually understands that if you are troubled, you may not be having problems with *them*, but maybe something else more pressing is on your mind.
We don't need any more mountains.
Fri, Feb 16/01 4:22pm
Is there anyone who always just charges you full of electricity abd life and you don't even know why? *sigh* I just had a dose of that. Yeah, she's gone and defunct and out of the realm of possibility, but tbg still gets me every time. It's always the same, but in the most exciting of ways. First I spot her and my heart leaps, then I feel sick, then I talk to her and my heart just pounds too fast. Obviously, that just happened to me. I went over to my high school to talk to Catherine, and tbg, being in her last year, had her locker in the senior hall outside the math office where I was waiting for Catherine. To me, our short chat was just spectacular. Nothing in depth, nothing serious in any regard whatsoever, it was just polite chit chat on her part... but it was nice. The only bad news was that she was no longer a Taco Bell employee and had gone to work for a place called RMH. And if I wasn't so damn lazy, I'd already be working there. See, it's been recommended to me time and time again... 'go and put in a resume, they're hire you on the spot...' but I never have. And now what? I go do that and perhaps creep her right out? Argh. But... I feel good, and really... that's what counts.
Thurs, Feb 15/01 6:22pm
Food! I love FOOD! Why can't I just eat and have threesomes all day?!
Wed, Feb 14/01 7:17pm
"Lets make hand grenades from common things around the house..."
I'm back to being in an alright mood. Time to describe last night. So I go out to the theatre early to do some stuff, and Murray informs me of a job Thursday that's actually going to pay us. It'll net me maybe $60, which is very nice. But onto other things. We put the horse head up with the Crocodile and made them have a nice short dialogue on big plastic thought bubbles. In the spirit of that dreadful tradition of Valentines day, the horse head says, "You know, I love you very much..." to which the Crocodile responds, "...shut up." I thought it was golden. We even gave them little hats. It's too bad the giant sombrero didn't fit on either of them right. But then there was rehearsal, which wasn't too bad. We had to replace a character who quit, and used someone already in the cast to do it, who as it turns out is a lot better at the role anyhow. Then there was the fun I had with good old Plan B, the poor girl. I stole one of her shoes in a scene we were rehearsing early on. And then she tried to kick me, so I had to catch her foot and take her sock. So there she is wandering around with one bare foot, so she says screw it and takes her other sock/show combination off. Well, I got a hold of the set of socks and shoes, and they turned into my props for the night. It probably sounds like a lot less fun than it really was. Poor girl. But she should know the dangers of flirting with me by now. I also got her to bite me a couple of times, which was nice too.
Tues, Feb 13/01 10:46pm
Not a bad rehearsal after all. I figured it'd really suck ass, considering how horrible I felt earlier in the day. I actually wanted to skip it, and figured I should be allowed with all the work I've done and that I've been to *every* other rehearsal.
Actually, my mood's just turned again, so I'll finish this later.
Sun, Feb 11/01 1:18am
After much anticipation, I just pierced my hand web. At 1 in the morning, you say? What piercing place was open this late? Heh, well no. I've got money troubles enough as it is without some chick charging me way too much to do a piercing she's concerned about anyhow. Me, a pin and an ice cube, that's the way it should be. The needle going in was the easy part, but figuring out where I wanted it to come out was... well, it didn't turn out just right. I should have used some pliers to hold the flap together. Maybe I'll pull it out tomorrow, wait for it to heal and give it another go. I can find something else to pierce in the meantime I'm thinking. If not, I can always get Murray to put another couple of holes in my ear at least.
So Mary and my dad are out. Don't know *where* they could be... perhaps the bar? Just waiting for him to come home drunk *1* time, so there's no longer any doubt about his failed new regime. It's been a nice run, but it's about over now. Time to move out soon.
Yeah, I've been thinking a lot about that too. I mean, why live in misery and destitution here when I could live in misery and destitution on my own, or with a friend or something? If school falls through... that'll be the plan, as I think I've said before. I need to go out and see some things, see however much of the world that I can.
The day is a lot longer when you wake up at 9 rather then when you wake up at 9 rather then at noon. I found that out today when I got up to help Catherine move some stuff. Nothing too major, a freezer, a desk, mirror, stool... but it wasn't actually her stuff to begin with, so we had to go pick up this friend of her's husband, who was a fairly annoying person. Well, it was short and sweet, we were done by 1.
Well, it's about that time for me. I'll turn out the light and watch tv til I hear that familiar jingling at the front door, then hide under the covers and pretend I'm asleep. I really hope they don't make too much noise tonight, ugh. Rehearsal all day tomorrow... from 1-10. Of course, I'll be there earlier and later than that too. Such is theatre, such is my life. I aint complaining, it gets me out of here.
Fri, Feb 9/01 12:32pm
I'm finished but I won't back down. What a flaming idiot.
Tues, Feb 6/01 12:33pm
What a day already, been to the bank, my account problem was magically resolved, and I made out my money order to the college application center.
You know, I seem to get smarter in small increments over a long period of time. Why go and remove my mom's sound card when I can just install my old modem into a pci slot, remove it, then add my sound card? Geez!
Oh yeah... solution no.9: Shut up and leave me alone. It's that simple, folks! And on the heels of that... it's time to take a shit.
Mon, Feb 5/01 2:49pm
Hey, I think I've got an even easier way to get my sound to work. I'll just borrow my mom's sound card, install it, then remove it and re-install my own. That *should* work...
So somebody's gonna lose their fucking job at the bank. Thursday I deposit $300 in paychecks. I withdraw $100. And now every bank machine I come to tells me I have 'insufficient funds' for a damned $20 transfer! Judas Priest. I can't get out there today because of... well, multiple things, so hopefully I'll go out there tomorrow if I'm not working, which for some reason I don't think I will be. I need a new jooooobbbb...
Mon, Feb 5/01 1:13am
What a great day! Writing my letter last night got a lot off my chest, put me a little closer to being back on my path.
Rehearsal tonight was an alright one. I messed Plan B up a little bit, distracting her and keeping her from hitting her entrances on time. It was pretty funny. Also, I had some fun with one of the Dufferin Players mascots, basically MY mascot, the Crocodile. The Crocodile made his first appearance during camp this summer for the Peter Pan show. Since then, he's been a good pal of mine. He now perches high above the rehearsal space in a balcony, and currently wears another of the mascots, the Afghan. Tonight I decided he needed to speak. So I found an old speech bubble from another show and wrote the phrase, 'It's martini time!' on it. It was good stuff, I referred to it often tonight. So the combination of harassing Plan B(and biting her hip repeatedly) and the Crocodile, it made for a great rehearsal.
So then there was after the rehearsal. An old theatre friend of both Catherine and I gave a call to get some aid for a strike of some lights he was running out at another church. So, being the happy, helpful theatre people we are we took off and gave our aid. And it was great. I haven't seen Lee in a while(the guy in question), and it's also a very very good thing to see a gaggle of people that have crushes on you. Needless to say, at the show there were a number of young girls who's eyes I've caught in the past, and then some new ones who just tonight got their jones for me. Why though? Why must they all be so young? Am I that immature? Hmn. It's sad how older people mistake playfulness and a carefee attitude for immaturity. Oh well. Anyhow yes, there were a couple girls there who fawned over me, and that was a good thing/feeling. Especially with how fine I was looking tonight/today. I didn't have anything to do, so I spent nearly all afternoon on getting dressed/looking pretty. But anyhow... yes, there was Lee. I updated him on what's been going on with me in the past while, he did the same, and he actually seemed to have a lot of little side projects going on that he wondered if I could get involved in. Mostly doing some writing for him and the production company he's trying to get going, but also some improv too. He wondered if I could pump out a couple of comedic skits about 4-12 minutes in length, which is fine... but it was really kind of short notice. Like basically I'd have to have gotten started yesterday and kind of dropped everything for a while, even if I did get into a real writing groove/frenzy. He took my phone number, put it right into his cell, actually, and said he'd call me this weekend, which was good. If he can get things delayed to more reasonable times, hell, I'm the guy for the job. Boy do I ever love networking.
Heh, something else too, which I'm not fully sure of the motivation of. It was the 4 of us out afterwards, at Hortons. Catherine, myself, Lee, and a girl who'd been in the show whose name escapes me at the moment. She was a little cutie though. On the way out the door of Hortons Lee asks me, "So you seeing anyone these days?" and I just kind of looked at him and went, "Geez... what do YOU think?" And I just kind of found that as weird. He said the last time he'd seen me I was with a girl, and when I asked him what she looked like he plain faced told me... "Well, she had black hair." Catherine and I laughed. "Oh, thanks Lee... that really helps. I only date girls with black hair," forgetting for the moment that this girl with Lee had short black hair. And was wearing an animal print dress/skirt/wrap thing, which also scores points. And you know, Lee's totally the kind of guy who might well call me on Saturday and go, "You remember that girl I was with last weekend? Here's her phone number." Which to me, I don't know... it's funny because it's just typical, tactless Lee. I hope he does call me though, and keeps me in mind for his future production stuff. And hey, come to think of it, I do have something in mind for a skit. It involves a guy in a giant cat suit with a wagon of kitty litter, a Vietnam vet, and a straight man who just can't manage to be the straight man against such outrageous situations. Hmn... I think I might get on that now!
Oh, and one more thing, G vs. E is the best show!
Sun, Feb 4/01 3:33pm
People are the stupidest animal on the planet. Now it's time to go find some porn.
Happy birthday, Pix baby.
Fri, Feb 2/01 12:49am
I'm really not understanding why people think I'm so fucking stupid. I'm also not buying into how people think they know me so damn well and can just 'read' me. I mean, tonight some bi dude from Brantford just messages me telling me how much he knows about me. Yeah, okay!
Silly bitches everywhere...