I'm actually not looking for a job. Yet. I'm still hoping to win the lottery.
Nor have I done my taxes.
The first is a big deal, the second, not really at all. Last year's revenue was scandalously little. I'd have made more on welfare. It'll take me all of ten minutes to do my taxes. Anyhoo. (Are you quietly judging me? Cut that out!)
So, I was listening to a CD of me singing for the first time in donkey ages, and it made my throat tense up just listening to it. Yo, I need to take some voice lessons again. Picked up some bad habits while doing the Casino tour. Yikes. Oh well, no time or money to fix it right now, so the folks in the Niagara Falls Casino lounge this weekend are just gonna have to lump it, aren't they? Momma needs to pay off her Visa!
Perhaps instead of getting a real job, I can just barrel full-steam ahead into doing my M.F.A. 'Yeah, yeah,' says the little judgment voice in my head (who invited her along anyway?) 'be a grown up, go immolate yourself at the temple of commerce like everyone else, blah blah blah,' but you know what? The thought of working as an office drone ever again makes me want to cut out my tongue with a spoon.
And while I'm riding that Immaturity train to Avoidance, I'm going to stop by my mom's next week to be spoiled. For weeks. Ta-da! Okay, maybe not weeks. Maybe just two of them. That's right, I'm bouncing out of Montréal, bébé and I'ma gonna eat all the West Indian food I can handle. Within reason of course. And going to the gym everyday. Yeah.
Eat your hearts out, suckas!
By the way, to my buddies who visit, it's okay to drop me a line and say hi! Let me know you've stopped by!
Ciao 4 now Dahlings...*m'wah!*
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
The F-bomb!
Fat, for example. Not an f-word. I'm actually learning to love my curves, which is saying a lot, if you've known me for awhile. I don't think you're ready for this jelly, 'cause my body is too bootylicious, baby!
Fitness. Not an F-word. In fact, tomorrow is a new day! I'm tired of feeling tired, depressed and having an achy back. So, I'm having a beer and some Doritos, toasting the the memories of chicken wings, grilled cheese sandwiches, and bacon cheesburgers. Ah, it was fun while it lasted. But I imagine that getting some endorphins/adrenaline/happy exercise-induced hormones can only do me a world of good...I actually really miss the exercise.
Forgiveness. Not an f-word. Something that is good to bear in mind when your marriage is in the toilet. And believe me, it goes both ways. Nuff said.
Fuschia. Dude, I saw the ugliest raincoat in the world today. I wish I could scour my eyeballs...*shudder* Not an f-word, but it should have been.
Anyway, I've decided to stop hatin' on f-words. Some of them are so divine, after all: french fries, friends, fun, films, freedom...(and not necessarily in that order)
Fitness. Not an F-word. In fact, tomorrow is a new day! I'm tired of feeling tired, depressed and having an achy back. So, I'm having a beer and some Doritos, toasting the the memories of chicken wings, grilled cheese sandwiches, and bacon cheesburgers. Ah, it was fun while it lasted. But I imagine that getting some endorphins/adrenaline/happy exercise-induced hormones can only do me a world of good...I actually really miss the exercise.
Forgiveness. Not an f-word. Something that is good to bear in mind when your marriage is in the toilet. And believe me, it goes both ways. Nuff said.
Fuschia. Dude, I saw the ugliest raincoat in the world today. I wish I could scour my eyeballs...*shudder* Not an f-word, but it should have been.
Anyway, I've decided to stop hatin' on f-words. Some of them are so divine, after all: french fries, friends, fun, films, freedom...(and not necessarily in that order)
Monday, April 25, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
I got the POWA!!
Weh-heh-hell...
What a cool weekend I just had. Oh yes. Not so much the finding out that I've come full circle and put back on all thirty (okay, 35, dammit) of the pounds I lost last summer (at least I finally have time to go to the gym again).
No, no, the coolest part of this weekend was sitting in on the audition process for the Theatre Department and even sitting in on the decision panel. (I think I actually managed to sway their decision once) I can now say that four out of the five students I taught this semester who auditioned to get into the department got accepted! I think that makes me an awesome teacher, don't you? Go, me!
Now, I'm just going nuts because I can't talk to any of them until the faculty calls them first...
The coolest thing wasn't the power to influence the shape of the department because of the students who've been accepted (okay, I'm lying, it really was the coolest thing). What was really cool was realizing how much I have learned over the past semester, and perhaps, the validation of my own judgment, perception, and intuition. It was amazing to see how many times my own judgment coincided with the professors on the panel (well, those whose talents I respect a lot).
It's the kind of thing that is an amazing experience when you're the kind of gal whose self-esteem usually resides in the basement. I think to myself:wow! Here's something that I'm good at, and could really get to be dynomite at! It's time to stop feeling like I'm an airhead and reco'nize!
Ah, today was a mellow day...the last of the lazy days, I got my hair did, and read The Devil Wears Prada at Indigo Books--for free. Oh yes, I reveled in the sinful pleasure of reading for six hours straight because I can't put off the job hunt that must begin this week.
Time to make my CV look a little less pedestrian, a little less generic (so said the last person who looked at it) and start pounding the pavement. At least now I can do it with fabulous hair.
I just saw Eileen's cousin in Sideways. Sandra Oh is just the funniest. Ever. Her beatdown of Thomas Haden Church with a motorcycle helmet is pure comic gold, baby.
What a cool weekend I just had. Oh yes. Not so much the finding out that I've come full circle and put back on all thirty (okay, 35, dammit) of the pounds I lost last summer (at least I finally have time to go to the gym again).
No, no, the coolest part of this weekend was sitting in on the audition process for the Theatre Department and even sitting in on the decision panel. (I think I actually managed to sway their decision once) I can now say that four out of the five students I taught this semester who auditioned to get into the department got accepted! I think that makes me an awesome teacher, don't you? Go, me!
Now, I'm just going nuts because I can't talk to any of them until the faculty calls them first...
The coolest thing wasn't the power to influence the shape of the department because of the students who've been accepted (okay, I'm lying, it really was the coolest thing). What was really cool was realizing how much I have learned over the past semester, and perhaps, the validation of my own judgment, perception, and intuition. It was amazing to see how many times my own judgment coincided with the professors on the panel (well, those whose talents I respect a lot).
It's the kind of thing that is an amazing experience when you're the kind of gal whose self-esteem usually resides in the basement. I think to myself:wow! Here's something that I'm good at, and could really get to be dynomite at! It's time to stop feeling like I'm an airhead and reco'nize!
Ah, today was a mellow day...the last of the lazy days, I got my hair did, and read The Devil Wears Prada at Indigo Books--for free. Oh yes, I reveled in the sinful pleasure of reading for six hours straight because I can't put off the job hunt that must begin this week.
Time to make my CV look a little less pedestrian, a little less generic (so said the last person who looked at it) and start pounding the pavement. At least now I can do it with fabulous hair.
I just saw Eileen's cousin in Sideways. Sandra Oh is just the funniest. Ever. Her beatdown of Thomas Haden Church with a motorcycle helmet is pure comic gold, baby.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Some people call me a space cowboy...
Whoa. Okay. Today, I saw what might very well be the worst theatre audition ever. I'm not kidding. You didn't know it could get this bad. Think of everything you could possibly do wrong at a theatre audition. Well, she found new ones. And you know what made it really painful? I felt badly for her. Sure, English wasn't her first language, so she was at a disadvantage. And everyone was being so nice with her.
And even though I'll probably go straight to hell for saying it, it was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. If my eyes drifted over to her for like, a second, I was riveted for at least five minutes and couldn't watch what anyone else was doing. She was like, the human equivalent of a black hole!
And even though I'll probably go straight to hell for saying it, it was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. If my eyes drifted over to her for like, a second, I was riveted for at least five minutes and couldn't watch what anyone else was doing. She was like, the human equivalent of a black hole!
You asked for it...
Okey dokey Darlings! So here's the inaugural entry...
Hopefully, this may turn out to be a better way to keep in touch with my friends, because you all know the telephone is not working!
It's a brilliant day today, because in a few days, I will be finished with my teaching contract with Concordia: I've just got to give some feedback to my students and submit their grades to my supervisor over the next three days or so. Then I will rest! See friends! Face life! Get my hair done! Looks like upside down overcooked broccoli. Really need a touch-up. Hell-o.
Which of course also means that I'll be unemployed again until June. Poo. But never fear, darlings! The CV is underway, and surely I can find a part-time gig as an office drone that will still permit me to pursue all things artistic.
At least, I hope so.
Deep down, I hope to win the lottery. Or find a bag 'o cash on the street.
In the meantime, I'll keep going with my roster of voice and acting students on the side (hey, if you want to be one of my students or you know someone looking for a private coach, help a sister out!) because it's awesome! And I'm not too shy to say that I'm really quite good at it! In fact, two (possibly three) of my students are being accepted into the Concordia Theatre Program for September! I'm super happy, and wish I had champagne or something to celebrate it properly...(oh, and money to pay for said champagne)
Hopefully, this may turn out to be a better way to keep in touch with my friends, because you all know the telephone is not working!
It's a brilliant day today, because in a few days, I will be finished with my teaching contract with Concordia: I've just got to give some feedback to my students and submit their grades to my supervisor over the next three days or so. Then I will rest! See friends! Face life! Get my hair done! Looks like upside down overcooked broccoli. Really need a touch-up. Hell-o.
Which of course also means that I'll be unemployed again until June. Poo. But never fear, darlings! The CV is underway, and surely I can find a part-time gig as an office drone that will still permit me to pursue all things artistic.
At least, I hope so.
Deep down, I hope to win the lottery. Or find a bag 'o cash on the street.
In the meantime, I'll keep going with my roster of voice and acting students on the side (hey, if you want to be one of my students or you know someone looking for a private coach, help a sister out!) because it's awesome! And I'm not too shy to say that I'm really quite good at it! In fact, two (possibly three) of my students are being accepted into the Concordia Theatre Program for September! I'm super happy, and wish I had champagne or something to celebrate it properly...(oh, and money to pay for said champagne)
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