I have not posted in almost 3 years. But it is time to post again.

If I am to succeed in this thing called life, I need to be taken more seriously. I need to make more of an effort to make myself healthy. Today is the beginning of that journey.

Today's weight, 215 lbs. Height 5'6".

Today I woke up without an alarm at 5:45am. Got into the shower and thought that I will be able to do this. Cried to myself for a good minute.

Then I went downstairs and made a smoothie and thought, I can do this. I can go without eating that much animal and feel healthier. I can do this!

After work today, I join the gym I have been eyeing for the past 2 years and I go work out. I need to do this for me. I am not sure if anyone out there is reading this, but I think it will help me be accountable for my actions if I put it out there. Let whoever wants to read this be the person who knows that I can make my life manageable. I can feel like a real human being again.

A stroke of luck...

By a mere act of Supreme Being, I was able to see the man. The Transvestite. Eddie.

That's right. On Friday, I got to see Mr. Eddie Izzard at the Robert Orphium Theater! And he was fantastic!! Not to be too brash or anything, but HOT DAMN....if I was only bolder I would have tried to touch him, lick the rock star he is.

And he was ON!!! It was such a wonderful experience. I just wanted to share!

Peace.

I DON't Rant enough to have a blog...

I figured that since I must sit here at work among the monotany that is the job of a secretary, I should have the ability to rank about the tings that REALLY bother me about the world.

ST. Louis Theater
Why is this community fighting all the time? Is it really worth talking about another company behind their backs to this company only to turn around and do the same thing all in the name of a Kevin Kline Award? Really. Why do you have to make such a big deal about this awards? No one in the rest of the country (except Mr. Kline, who I hope takes no offense to these rantings) knows what the hell they are or why they should care.

Okay. I know that it feels good to be recognized by your peers for doing a good job. But it also feels better to be recognized by total strangers for touching their minds. And their heart. And make them question why they are who they are. Mabey I am expecting too much from my community. But I have always wondered why people do theater. If you want to be a "star" you picked the wrong field, honey. You won't get famous or rich until after you break it big in the movies. Theater is about connecting with people and making them think! At least that is why I love doing it.

I dunno. Mabey things are getting better. Who am I really to judge? I have only worked for about 10 companies in the last year. I have not even scratched the surface. I hope that I can adapt well enough to be able to work with more over the next few years. That is, unless my man and I finally try it in a New City. We'll see.

Work vs Work-a-haulic

Okay,

So I like to stay busy. But it seems that I cannot be just busy. I have to be TOO busy are so extremely busy that I cannot function. What is all that about. I mean, where do we draw the lines between work and work-a-haulic? I just I need to find a balance I suppose, as I seem to miss out on some of those things that are most dear to me, as I am always busy with work.

One Word: Create

He looked down at the small lump of mud and thought he could make a delicious meal. He he molded it into the shape of a small disc, with extra details taken on the the decorative toppings. A small twig. A bit of a green leaves for color.

As he took a bite of his masterpiece he realized...no matter what you make it look like, a mud pie is still not more than just dirt and water.

Alas, his stomach turned over and he ran to his mother crying.

One Word: Collar

1: I think I've got him.

2: He looks Rabid.

1: What? No he's just wiry.

2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.

1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)

2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.

(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)
Lights down.

January 4, 2007 12:56 PM

One Word: Brave

Justin: Bravery is like counting chickens.

Stan: What? That doesn't make any sense.

Justin: Well you can't think you are brave until you do something that makes you that way.

Stan: Sure.

Justin: So, us flying up here. Does that makes us brave?

Stan: Well considering that we don't seem to have anything to do, I would have to go with no.

Justin: Just as I thought. Another day without anyone to save.