Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, & Tits.

I’m bummed as hell about George Carlin’s passing. He was a badass and smarter than anyone I can think of.

Here he is being 100% right and 100% hilarious. Thanks for bringing your dirty wisdom to the masses, dude.

 

 

 

 

 

Have I let you down?

I am a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad blogger. Sorry, dudes. I’ve been doing a lot of my own personal journaling, and have been ignoring my super fun blog as a result. Sorry. Don’t hate me.

Well, here’s the update:

I moved. Oh, sweet moving, you enrich my life. I now live in an actual HOUSE with no shared walls except with roommates, who I already know and love. My roomies actually aren’t here, however… one is at home spending the summer with her husband and the other is singing on the east coast, so it’s just me, my small amount of stuff, and lots of empty rooms. It’s really bizarre… like I’m not really living here yet, but I’m so happy about not being in that god-awful mess of an apartment that I don’t care. The house is old, with lots of molding and hardwood floors and checkerboard tile in the bathroom. I love it with the fire of 1,000 suns. Too bad I’m only gonna be here 7 months, and that’s because…

I’m leaving for a YAP in January! OMG, thank the Lord. I’m very happy, and very excited. 1 out of 20 (give or take) ain’t bad, kids. It’s a company I’m really excited about, who were actually considerate and respectful during the audition process (!!!), and about whom I’ve heard lovely things. It feels good, and I’m excited about the prospect of leaving KC permanently, though we’ll obviously have to see how the summer/2009-10 YAP auditions shake out. So yay! I’m amazing.

I’ve been doing a lot of self-examination lately, which is what the intense journaling is all about. I’m a couple of weeks shy of my 25th birthday, and though I don’t feel old or weird or that 25 is some magical milestone, it does make me want to sort things out with myself. I just want to be steady, to be more able to take things that come my way. It’s like my brain is a cluttered attic, and I just want to clean everything up and put them in labeled rubbermaid containers. Or if that’s too much to hope for, them maybe like… laundry baskets or open cardboard boxes. With no labels. It’s kind of hard, but it will be so good, ultimately. I want my life to be, well, beautiful. I want that so, so badly. I want it to be full of meaning and joy and feeling and passion and peace… and I want that experience ASAP. So now’s the time. I’m reading a lot about the Buddhist practice of mindfulness, the awareness of everything… your feelings, your pain, your motivations. It speaks to me so deeply. I started reading about it, and it wasn’t even something that I knew I wanted… and then I discovered that I really, REALLY, wanted it… needed it.

Anyway. It’s pretty rad, is what I’m trying to tell you.

That’s kind of it. Still working at the old death job, working my ass off on the uber-difficult Semele, which goes up at the end of July, still living the high life below the poverty line…

You know what I mean.

Hugs and kisses, friends. I’m planning on making one of my famous “I love this right now” lists. Get excited!

Warning

Staying up really late watching Ralph Fiennes be gorgeous in a film adaptation of Eugene Onegin makes you wake up with a Russian gloom hangover that I am suspecting will last all day.

Don’t do it. You’ll be tortured! Tortured, I tell you!

Seriously, though. SERIOUSLY.

Vissi d’arte, Indeed

Get ready to bawl, kids. Regin Crespin tells it like it is. 

Hey dudes

Sorry I haven’t been writing too much lately, I just haven’t really felt like it, mostly because I don’t DO anything. This year’s been very, very hard, and frankly I don’t feel up to very much besides watching movies on the couch. Don’t be worried, I’m just recharging and am sure that this will pass. So, sadly, I don’t really have many stories to turn into something hilarious in this blog. 

I mean, I’m doing SOME stuff. I’m pretty much in love with Semele right now. I can’t WAIT to do it, but I am fairly certain that learning this role could kill me. 10 arias? Really, Handel? Really?!?! Also the entire role seems to just consist of me singing F’s right in the shitty and horrifically difficult part of my voice for 3 hours… and there are a couple arias where I don’t know where I’m going to, say, BREATHE. It’s all good, though. Playing a silly little vapid slut will be fun times, and I’ll get to die onstage, which rarely happens for a voice like mine. 

I’m getting ready to move on the 15th, and I’ve got exactly 3 boxes packed. It’s very likely that I will wait until the last minute to do everything, which is really, really, really annoying, but something I’m at least aware of. Hopefully I’ll get myself together, but like I said before, the only thing I feel capable of doing is just laying around on the couch. Hmmm. I’m really excited about the move, though. It’s to an actual HOUSE, which is a step up in the world, and I can’t believe how lucky my roomies and I got with this place. It’s owned by a real estate agent who flipped it, so it’s gorgeous, but can’t sell it because the market is so bad right now. It’s in a nice, SAFE, part of town… it’s basically a miracle. Normally I curse George W.’s name, but I’d like to thank him at this point for putting the economy in the shitter. Without him this never would be! It’s really going to cut down on my rent to move in with people, and I also think its going to be good for my psyche to live with roommates again. Living alone is awesome because you can watch whatever you want on tv, but it also makes you a lazy pile prone to living in a pile of her own filth and cutting herself off from the world. This is a very positive step.

That’s kind of it, I suppose. A shout out to all my scattered loved ones. Sometimes facebook starts to make me sad, what with the pictures of everyone having a great time in faraway lands. You know you’re in need of a road trip when facebook makes you depressed. I love you all.

Hopefully I’ll get a life and write more. Until then, stay tuned.

If only…

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