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December 14th, 2004

12:45 pm:
MOVED!!

thats right folks, got a new journal and I it. And really, so should all of you. Its _cheapchampagne. If you must know, its a reference to a Scissor Sisters song.

Anyways...go to it. And look at my Friends Only thingy...is pretty.


December 12th, 2004

10:10 pm: Not really much to update on...except these two things. YES TWO!!!


1. I'm thinking of making a new journal. Because..well, I want one. So, when I do..I'll let you all know so you can add me fuckwards. (well, thats a nice fun word. fuckwads)

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2. being put back of medicine! YAY FOR ADDERALL!! now Ann-Ann will be zombie Ann-Ann. ooOoOoOo

Current Music: my chemical romance ; i'm not okay

December 7th, 2004

06:52 pm: never thought I would say this but:


HECK YES PROPS CREW!!!!!


Man oh man, AND I'm not running. Thank goodness. I'm glad Ashley O and Tracy M got their costume whatevers, because....I DON'T CARE NOR WANT IT!!
I'm almost done, and out of here.


AND!!

I may of already gotten a job costuming some ballet. I just need to call the woman and set everything up. man, I'm so excited. I think I'm past alot of things that were bothering me before, like...way past them. Which is good, I'm growing up. I'm moving on. And I have new friends. Which I'm very proud of. Friends that actually understand the shit that I want to do and support me. How fucking amazing is that.

So...Congrats Tracy!! And congrats Ashley. I hope you two have fun in your costume haven with Jim 'I'm a big dick' Alford.


Oh!
and I need to talk to Liz, because she's the Props Master, or should I talk to Chase. Unsure.

Anyways, I think I failed Practicum, but I don't care because I have enough credits anyways. All I need at 15 more theatre hours and hasta lavista!! see ya whenever.

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wow, that felt good.

November 29th, 2004

09:21 am: you know what?
i really don't care if i get a low grade practicum. i dont care if i get a C in the class, because....i'm really so over this semester. What i really need to concentrate on is making sure I do get a C in English. Oy. But, back to practicum.


Lets see, how many Practicum hours do you need to get a Theatre Degree?

Uhm..10. Okay

How many Practicum Hours does Ann-Ann have?
uhm...14

WTF!!!

...well, thats interesting.


[edit] i wish i were sherri dupree. eisley rocks my face off right now. sigh. [/edit]

November 20th, 2004

04:46 pm: so, i've been neglecting this thing alot. i really don't have a reason to be, but..well, shit happens.
thats one of the things ive had to come to realize. shit happens. there really isn't anything to avoid it, so why both. i'm not becoming a debbie downer or anything, but really some things you cannot avoid. and thats become a real thing i've had to come to terms with.

the list goes as follows:
1. i may never, ever have a boyfriend, or get laid. yes, i am a virgin. big deal, i don't fucking care. but, i think i'm just ann, "the girl with the nice personality" i'm not super sexy, or have a hot body [yes, i'm overweight, and i hate it] but....really...what i can't avoid it and make myself pretend i'm something i'm not. or wish that something would happen when its not. i need to move past this. no one takes interest in me, so why both being pretending to be super sexy. and i know this sounds like a pity me, i might be a jewish nun, but its not.

2. costumes. suck it up ann. lets move on.

3. liking people who may not like you back or already have girlfriends. flirting it flirting, don't look too far into it. it usually means nothing. yes. that is true.

4. weight. either stay the same weight, or loose it. i'm trying to loose it, and this whole 2 meals a day thing, and it usually being fast food, isn't the best way to do it.


uhm..and that may be it.
my eye itches, and these damn contacts feel funny. but at least i won't have to ask someone to find my glasses because i won't be wearing them. huzzah!
i put on makeup for club tech, but i feel like a big black blob. oh well. move on.

anyways, my back hurts and i'm going to go lay down.
side note: i think i may be addicted to sleeping pills, even though they say non habit forming. we all know thats a big freaking lie.

Current Mood: bitchybitchy

November 1st, 2004

12:35 pm: so how was your halloween party annabear?


great. until i fell. of a 4 foot high platform. and....my knee hurts like a bitch.

go me!!
score!
alright!
yea!




ow.

October 28th, 2004

04:55 pm: damn you ashlee simpson for writing a semi cool song. sigh. you still sucked on SNL though

Ashlee Simpson : LaLa

You can dress me up in diamonds
You can dress me up in dirt
You can throw me like a line-man
I like it better when it hurts

Oh, I have waited here for you
I have waited

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your french maid
When I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

You can meet me on an aeroplane
Or in the back of the bus
You can throw me like a boom-a-rang
I'll come back and beat you up

Oh, I have waited here for you
Dont, keep me waiting

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your french maid
When I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your french maid
When I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight
It's alright, with you
Cuz you hold, my secrets tight
You do, You do

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wana la la, la la la

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your french maid
When I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your french maid
When I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la



she's a dirty, dirty girl. haha.

October 27th, 2004

12:32 pm: i feel worse than debbie downer*












*note: if you must know who debbie downer is, then uh...seriously, you need to experience her. she's an amazing character portrayed by rachel drach (sp?) on snl. the best clip, EVER is debbie downer at disney land. find it. download it. laugh. and then we can discuss.
thank you.

October 25th, 2004

05:48 pm: i wish i had more power and more influence. i wish i were a stronger human being. but i'm not, so fucking deal with it.

jim a. is the biggest queen i have ever met in my life and frankly, i think i might go balistic if he takes one more thing out on me. i'm sorry if you've had a rough weekend but seriously, be fucking adult about it. suck it up and be a man. don't take it out on your crew when they as a god damned question.

i asked, "got anything for me to do today?"
(yes, silly question but really he never, NEVER gives me something to do.) and mind, you every time i walk in he looks at me like i'm this alien from another planet. he gives a 'who the hell are you' look which frankly, i'm getting really fucking tired of.
and he replies, "what do you think?" in his snarky, 'holy crap can i punch you in the face' attidude. uhm alright. i was just asking you big fucking...AHH!!!!
so he hands me stuff, and before goes "do you know how to sew"
which he asked me last time he handed me something to work on, which was for sleeping beauty. HELLO! how long have i been on your crew.
"Yes, i do." i feel like i'm going to throw up. or cry.
he hands me stuff and goes, "just follow the directions, they're very simple."
not for an ADD retard like myself.
"Are they already cut out." just checking, you know.
and he looked up and snaps, "Yes, they are." in his once again, digusting manner that makes me just want to quit.
to which, i snap, "Okay! I was just asking! sorry!" and go about my work. he looks kind of shocked, and just goes back to his..mumbling psycho talk to himself. you know, if you hate the department so much...LEAVE! plain and simple. no one would miss you alright!

anyways, he move on. and his mood totally does a 180. he's actually helping me. GASP! and talking to me, face to face, DOUBLE GASP!
and, i will give him credit for this....apologized. he said i had come in at a "bad time" (....yea right. nice try) and was just overly frustrated (its called medication!) and i said, "oh...well, i'm sorry." because i shouldn't of snapped back. but he thought i was saying sorry to coming in at my scheduled class time.
"Oh no, don't be sorry."
yea, whatev you big fat loser.

later tiffany comes in. and its like....worship tiffany time. which, yes i do too and i was grateful for her being there. but c'mon jim! grow some balls. the woman isn't lady madonna of costume design. i talked to tiffany today and apparantly jim has been cussing her out and yelling at her and shit. thats not right. i do not approve of this. i mean, i could handle christine because well...she was like a tame ...something. and not a wild bipolar tiger thing like jim a.
i can't handle it. i really cannot. he's making me NOT want to be a costumer. he's making me afraid of doing something i love to do and the only thing that i feel like i'm good at. i can't afford to have this dream taken away after i've worked so hard for it.
but i'm getting to the point where i cannot take it anymore.
i'm thinking of scheduling a meeting with jim hammond or ann demling to complain about things. and maybe see if me asking to costume design a show is a good idea or bad.

i feel sick to my stomach right now.

Current Mood: irritatedirritated
Current Music: the grim adventures of billy and mandy
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