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| Dear Jenica, No I am not dead. I've sort of been updating myspace more lately. http://www.myspace.com/12cabins12vacancies So ignore this and switch to that... Love you, Al | | |
| chilleeeeWACK? ChillAAHwackah? Chill.
I have not yet packed. I ought to.
Worked my ass off yesterday on school work
and it was all worth it so all I really must
absolutely do today is pack.
I didn't want to go to a place whose name I
couldn't say without actors laughing at my
expense. I'm not an actor...I decided that I
would just be a stage
manager...playwright...and producer...
Will only act for a song...can only act
with a song in my mouth.
And I just have too much to leave
behind here that's not worth leaving
behind for a drama festival. But I have to go.
Oh well...I needed to get away for a bit anyway.
I will bring my scarves, maybe my ruby slippers,
my new cheap-and-will-break-in-a-month
Ipod charger, Catch 22, and journal. And it
will be a time to renew...or something like that.
I will share a room with a red headed
actress who is oh so awesome for giving
me a ride to Chill. Hotel food. Yey.
And if I end up being
miserable...well...misery is always good material.
I hope I can skip some of the
workshops without feeling too
guilty...yes, rebel that I am.
You know that school is worth it when
it's 9:38 and you're still working on a
powerpoint presentation on Sex Crimes in Renaissance Venice.
I almost almost almost got a job from Nagano and
I blew it by only willing to work in the summer...make
them want you first before going into availability.
Vivky advised to never write about your boss on a blog.
Theresa played the guitar my voice singing,
"There is this thing that's like fucking
except you don't fuck..." unfortunately,
we never got to "Life is no cabaret,
we're inviting you anyway." which beats
the first line of the song any day.
One of our miniature jam sessions.
Samantha drove us to this quaint little coffee
shop near our school called starbucks
(john greene rip off, I know) and
the Orange Mochas are back, mothafuckas.
Her trunk was full of food, which
I think is what a car's trunk should be
full off should it be full of anything.
And she should be comming with
us to Chill...If Shaun/Sean/Shawn really loved her...
If it is really terrible at Chill...then maybe
I shall escape with Marie on a ferry at 5 am in the morning...
Ok...time to pack pack pack. So much staccato.
Dreams aren't staccato...aren't they
more like staccato with a pedal?
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| What will hopefully end when summer begins:
-my days of unemployment
-my unwillingness to drive (what?
I love the bus and hey, simon jackson, the
spirit bear dude is 24 and does not drive...and he's
had an award-winning movie made about
him...well, in the movie he does
drive...but that's besides the point!
My point is...successful people don't
have to know how to drive!)
-NOGA
-my rock-concert virginity (Yes, I am lame.
All the money that parents set aside
for their kids to go see rock
concerts...I've spent on seeing musicals.)
-my what-has-now-become-an-
awkward-haircut-that-I-feel
-fails-to-express-my-personality
-the fact that I haven't yet finished
reading Catch-22
So I wanted to volunteer for the
Shakespeare festival here in
Vancouver...Bard on the Beach.
I wasn't going to because it's
all the way downtown and
there was no way that
my parents would drive me
for seven shifts.
So this morning Sam said that
she wanted to do it too
and that seeing as she no longer has
to depend on a parent to drive her,
she was willing to drive
us downtown for
seven shifts. Splitting the
gas money, of course.
But there aren't anymore positions
left. And apparently applications are
due by feb...
Damn.
SHAKESPEARE FESTIVAL!!! maybe next year...
maybe by then I'll be driving...
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| Next to the 1957 thunderbird...it's my dream car...
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Kim Novak makes me forget that I don't like blondes.
The last thing I finished was..."Night of the Living Fungi".
I did archery today and I sucked and it was fun.
Today was the first time in months (since summer)
that I didn't wear socks and it was uncomfortable
and slightly horrible.
Then I get a package from my soul mate (best friend)
from Japan TOOODAY and guess what I got?
SOCKS, mothafuckas!
I love her.
Nica...it was Perrault...Perrault.
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Yes, I know. It's a tragedy.
In all of Vancouver, big and
corporate Chapters does not
have Tony's biography.
We avenged (well, Anne did)
his ghost by leaving them a
message on the search bar:
Chapters does not have fucking
Anthony Perkins' biography. Stop
Eating and Get back to work!!!
"Vancouver does not like like Anthony
Perkins!?!" I said to the store clerk who
was this scrawny asian kid who probably
listened to Jay Chou. He filed me into
his crazy file then and there.
So did the guy comming out of (ew)
Puma when I asked him if the "Psycho"
shirt I bought was worth $31. The other
two people I asked were high so I wasn't
filed into their crazy files.
("15 at least" said high guy number 2)
I was freaking out about the
waste of money in between
urban outfitters and puma.
The store had a NO RETURN policy.
But the manager said, "no worries".
And I was happy and willing to walk
into Urban Outfitters and tell a store
clerk, "I need an urban outfit."
But I didn't.
My left foot hurts. I hate
the smell of weed. I will
put up my 4-20 series.
on my deviant...
http://12cabins12vacancies.deviantart.com
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