4.3

here are some picts from the photo booth at sputnik. i miss my gary. (single tear.) really this is just photo posting practice.
ps i figured out how to link things...it might take awhile.

4.2

so the most annoying part of my day right now is that the power cord to my computer is malfunctioning. lame. i hate going to the apple store, they charge you for everything, every little thing, and no matter what is isn't their fault. oddly enough the same power cord doesn't work for a lot of people, but it couldn't be a design problem could it? or an engineering issue? no is must be usage, even though i use it how you are supposed to. i love apple, but it is still a corporation, and i sure hate red tape and "procedure" BOO.
annoying part 2: i think i might have strep throat again. that just sucks, it has only been like a month since the last time. the nurse said if it was strep it was probably the same one. lame again. i have to wait until tomorrow for the results. in the meantime i am probably getting more people sick, helping to mutate the virus and make it impossible for antibiotics to cure the fucker.
so yesterday... we had a meeting at buntport, finalized some business blahblah etc. then this guy hannah had been talking to (trying to get a donation of wood and such) came by to discuss our set and needs. and then he said it would be built by next friday. WHAT? he is just going to send some of his guys (construction workers) over and they are going to frame a house for us inside the theater. WHAT? that doesn't happen. but whatever they build, we will make it work. it makes me super nervous, what if they don't understand the drawings or our idea at all, ahhhh. but, it is better then us learning how to build a house by ourselves, though that would be a cool skill to have.
i saw two movies yesterday. #1 a sneak preview of "the greatest game ever played." now let me just preface this with how much i love free movies, they are one of my favorite things. having/finding/getting free passes to previews makes my week, anytime it happens. sometimes it is just the greatest thing ever. like in the case of murderball, which we saw months before it came out in denver and i am sure everyone was sick of us talking about it by the time they saw it (it is soooo incredible.) and other times, like in the case of last night's movie, you are lucky you saw it for free. now i love shai lebeouf, i mean love him, in holes, i robot, even stevens, i even love him in constantine, but even he can't make this movie compelling. it was just boring. you might think "well, it is about golf sam; what did you expect?" i expected a sports movie, and everything that comes with it: an underdog story, some great speeches about teamwork or overcoming odds, some tension, and some fun historical facts. see, what you might not know about me is i have a great love and appreciation for the art of sports movies. they are like romantic comedies to me; a guilty pleasure, that i don't feel bad about. i'd watch sports movies all day everyday if i could; movies about football, hockey, dancing, cheerleading, basketball and yes even golf. but the movie last night just didn't tell a good story, the character weren't developed, there wasn't an obvious "bad guy/good guy," the class struggle was glossed over. it was too subtle for a disney movie, and not subtle enough for an indy flick.
but then i saw "brothers grimm" which was really fun. i also love heath ledger and matt damon, so it was a good night of actors at least. i am not going to spoil the movie, it is fantastical and magical and everything you want from a terri gilliam movie about fairy tales.
after the movie there was a little rewind to a time in highschool that i never participated in. in car makeouts. totally fun and awkward.

recommendation: murderball (no joke, best movie of the year)
recommendation 2: people watching in a park @ 3pm, before all the runners come out, when it is mostly stay-at-home- parents and kids.

4.1

whoa kiddies it is only week four and i am already slacking off in the blogging dept. we'll i think i warned everyone not to expect too much, but if i didn't... don't expect to much.
last week was pretty jam packed with a whole lotta random nothings.
first, i saw that kid again the rapid-fire-air-born-kisses-kid he was standing in the same place, watching that same house. stalker in training.
next as the birthday business continued there were some expected existential crisis’s: getting too old to not have a purpose, being sad about being single, freaking out about everything in general, i had to talk some people off the edge. 29 is not old. i don't care that speilberg made jaws when he was 26, or that every genius is famous by the time they are 12 or something. 29 is still not old.
also, i started my new job. i was training at 5 green boxes last week. there are two stores so i spent 2 days at each. it is a super fun store, and hopefully i can learn some stuff so in my next phase in life i can have a similar place. i am sure that i am going to get tired of it all, it is retail, but they sell cool shit and i don't have to harass people like at my other retail job. maybe, just maybe if i get my shit together and actually start making things and they could sell them... some furniture, candles, prints, jewelry who knows.
we finally finished the fringe festival and we ended it with some good crowds, not great, but i am pretty sure we made our money back. i hope that festival can make it, it is a fun idea, boulder might not be the place for it though.
friday i helped another friend through a bit of a birthday crisis. at least providing a bit of brightness... some bread pudding (from trattoria stella, that shit is sooooo good) and some roses.
the story goes: a long ass time ago (it seem long ago) when i was crushing really hard and hanging on every word he said, he told me that he got girls flowers all the time, and no one ever brought him flowers, i filed that away in "things to remember" and went on with my life. when i brought him the flowers on friday he was surprised "you are the first person to get flowers" "i know. i listen sometimes." sometimes boys are lame.
but then i left him to wallow in his birthday bummery and i went to dinner, a fashion show and yet another birthday party. i had a very fun time, my social retardation might be waning, if i am lucky. i ditched out kinda early, i was tired, it was a long week.
saturday was supposedly the end of kickball for the season. meaning i might get to actually hang out with my boyfriend more, and on a down note, i might not see all the people i was finally becoming comfortable around all the time. the KickBall was a mock formal affair and i had been searching for a dress all week. i finally decided on one i wasn't excited about, but it seemed easy, then on saturday i realized the search was on again. i wanted to look cute at the ball, you can't hold back this fashionista... so on the way to boulder (for the last fringe) with only minutes left, i found a cute ass dress, and i might even wear it again. liz's wedding perhaps. speaking of, it happens that marc is going to be in NYC at the time of the wedding, so i have a real date. back to the Ball... so i was cute, my dress was a hit, i danced (my feet were killing me) and drank (kinda a lot) and had a wonderful time with some great friends (missing some others of course, perry, stupid grad school. sad face)
sunday we celebrated my grandfather's 93rd birthday (the birthdays never stop.) he got a paper shredder, just what every 93-year-old needs. i guess you don't really need things we you reach your 90s, you probably already have it all, or at least you don't wait for a special occasion to get it. also on sunday, another gathering of the kickbawlers, a farewell to their king and leader. the commish left for LA, he will be missed. not so much by me, though over the last couple weeks i have become a fan/friend, but he’ll definitely be missed by the kids whose social lives are, 5 months out of the year, kickball.
more importantly, i got to see doug. he is also on his way to LA. doug is going to be a famous composer/engineer/producer anyday now. he is a genius, in one of the strangest ways imaginable. i love that kid. it is so great to see him, and so rare. it makes me realize how much i miss people that i don't see. i was talking to a friend last night about how there are too many people; you can't spend quality time with all of them because you are spread too thin. it makes me smile, what a great problem to have... too many friends, too many people you love and wish you could spend more time with, too much laughter and too much fun. i have rough life.

recommendation: the bread pudding from trattoria stella

3.2

rachel rey has yet another show on the food network. i think that means she has four shows, i don't think that they could program a day without at least 3hrs of rr. she is fascinating and so annoying, i wish i could stand to watch her because 30min meals might be a helpful skill. e.v.o.o., lame.
i have been searching for a prom dress for the kick Ball on saturday and it has become a bit of a hassle. finding a blue and/or yellow dress is harder then you would think. i don't really know why i am spending money like i am not poor, but i haven't bought a dress yet so... also i have two more jobs then i had last month so i guess i can spend a little.
i can't think right now, i almost typed "write" now, i should go to sleep.

reccomendation: west wing re-runs

3.1

friday was one of the longest days i have experienced recently (my days will start getting longer and harder as we get closer to shows opening and with the additions of my new jobs.)recently i have been leading a very leisure lifestyle, i wish it could continue.
anyway, friday i went and sat at the event group office for a few hours, then buntport had a meeting, so i headed over to the theater. our meetings these days consist of some organizational business and then creative blabla. that day we were trying to outline our shows. it is helpful and important and oh so hard when you aren't totally into. people get irritable, bored etc. and it takes forever, especially when you get close to finishing and then you remember that there is a whole other show to outline. the shows are partially written but the plot and specifics are still in the air we'll see what happens by tuesday. at least they have names now... Horror: the transformation and Realism: the mythical brontosaurus.
then we went up to boulder early to do a little guerilla theater and try to get an audience at the rest of our shows. i handed out our bribes/flyers (with candy) at our venue and the other kids went and stood on pearl st. mall, looking up and pretending they're in an elevator. we got rid of all of our shwag, i just hope some people come. then we did a show. then we went over to the fringe office and did this "late show" interview with some other fringe artist and it took FOREVER. we were leaving just as the bars let out in boulder and were witness to a girl fight of epic proportions. they were swinging and yelling and even the bouncer was all in one girl's face yelling. ahhhh boulder, peaceful hippies or couch-burning frat boys? you decide.

saturday, we made some shirts to sell at kickball on sunday, it was really fun, i am not sure why i am not silk-screening shit all the time. i could make some cool stuff. i wish joey was in denver, we could start an art collective and sell stuff. i might have to do it without him... we'll see how it goes. after t-shirts the birthday business continued. stephen and justin's birthdays are close enough for them to throw a joint party, lucky because neither one of them would have motivated by themselves and we would have just gone to dinner and dancing or something that we do all the time. but instead there was a seven deadly sins challenge/party. the sins i pick out of the hat were envy, vanity and gluttony. i'll start with gluttony. we went to the rodizio grill and ate so much meat and sides that i couldn't breathe and could barely stand. the challenge was to eat until you felt like you were going to vomit, and boy howdy, did i feel ill. 1 lb. of meat, fried bananas, mashed potatoes, rice, green salads, meat salads, fruit, bread, GROSS. all of the sins were very complicated and probably not that interesting but it was a very fun night, playing games with friends. i was reminded how lucky i am to know these people. we were doing toasts to the birthday boys but i chickened out so i'll put them in here:
stephen, i am so blessed to have you as a friend, to be able to count on you when it is important and to be a part of your family. don't forget that your dreams are important and when you figure out what it is you truly want, go for with everything you have, we will be behind you, in support, not envy, or jealousy, tears of joy will send you off. but until you are sure what you want, i'm keeping you here, california can't have you.
justin, remember when we didn't know each other, it wasn't that long ago but it seems like a different time. what would i do if i didn't talk to you everyday? you have found a place, you can't get rid of us now. you will find your purpose, soon enough, enjoy the journey while you can. mad love.
there is a bit of sap for everyone, it is really great because they will probably never see those toast, whatever.

sunday: i had a bit of a lazy day...breakfast with marc and then we went to tattered cover and wizard’s chest. i did some grocery shopping and such, and then i headed to boulder once again, the show was fine, that is really all i have to say about it. then yet another birthday party...my dear robs turned 29, she had a pirate scavenger hunt type thing. we missed the hunt part (because of the show) but made it to the nice ass loft downtown, where it all ended. had a lovely time with some people i don't see that often, i mean besides buntport, some other theater people from around town etc. i had some awkward conversations with people i haven't seen in years and then decide to leave because i was super tired (and it was over.) but instead of going home and to bed, i stopped by sputnik to see some kickbawlers, and marc (also a kickbawler,but the real reason i went by.) this tired girl proceeded to stay until 1:30 and drank too much, who do i think i am. i had some fun though and i am happy i was there. my recent mission was to meet new people, make new friends, and though it is taking a long ass time, i think i might be getting there,slowly.

recommendation: tiny zip-lock bags

2.3

last night was the beginging of this group of birthdays.
last week someone dropped a envelope at buntport, with a ransom note and instructions on how to save agent mathbook, rescue her in time for her birthday. a time and a place to be. i showed up at the time and place, just to be kidnapped myself. i was thrown in a van and blindfoled, driven around for awhile and pushed out at the ending location. which was just a party, at a bar. a little disappointing, because last year there were a lot of clues and such to end up at the party, but i was surprised. we were at the high street speakeasy, an old brothel that has been converted into a bar. it is in a neighborhood that people never go to. i guess the nieghborhood is on the road to gentrification but this road is a slow one.
we also performed at the boulder fringe last night, the audience was super small. lame. nobody likes to work on stuff and then have no one show up. i hope it gets better. we have the late show tonight...we'll see.

recomendation: pon de replay by rihanna (song and video)

2.2

random bit: two nights ago as i was driving home and i saw this kid sitting on his bike on the sidewalk. he was looking across the street at a seemingly empty house blowing kisses. one after another in rapid succession, semi-automatic air born kisses.

today, is a sad day. the day my friend perry leaves me for (extra) higher education. the kids in cooperstown don't know how lucky they are. perry came back to us after four years at hopkins (including a year in scotland) and a year in japan. denver got a whole fun-filled year of mr. price. i will miss him a lot. over the past year our friendship has become essential to my survival. though i have an incredible group of friends that i depend on for everything, there are about five people that i talk to on the daily. for the past year i think that there were about 25 days that i didn't talk to or see perry. and now he is driving across the country, accompanied by his dad, ready to explore his passion and nerd out about museums and curation. over the year perry has changed tons and it has been fun to watch the transformation. i guess some of that change might have happened over the last five years when i wasn't with him all the time. but, it was fun to see the realization of his identity, and him being comfortable with himself and his surroundings. did i mention i was going to miss him(sad face).

anyway, enough about that... we are back in the swing of the summer of fun. there are so many birthdays this week, and parties, and we are doing some theater in boulder, it just got hectic again. some of the week i missed...
saturday: I went with some kickballers (stephen went too, so i had back-up) to wyoming. i hadn't been to wyoming since my dad lived there in the early 90's. we had some lunch, brought some toys and got some fireworks, which of course is the only reason you would go to cheyenne in the first place.
sunday: rehearsal to prepare for the boulder fringe fest. we are doing "elevator." which happens to be a really good show. sometimes i forget how good the shows we do are, by the end of a run i am so over it, that the relief overshawdows the accomplishment. "elevator" is an average elevator ride that the audience sees in real time, and then again. but the second time you hear the thoughts of the people on the ride. the actors stand perfectly still for 45 min. that is a long ass time to not move, try it sometime. the writing is really good. (this is where i would put in a section of monologue except i am not at a computer with the script on it so... maybe later.) after rehearsal i went to check out the end of DKBC playoffs. kickball has somehow become a large part of my life and i don't even play. luckily it is entertaining and there are people who make it fun. my purpose and role is to remind people that: it is not only just a game, but the game is kickball, it should be fun, always.
monday: rehearsal, bla bla bla. and then the shake taste test. after an ongoing (and foolish) argument about the similarity of fruitloops and earl gray tea (i say it's the smell.) wendy stepped it up and made some footloop icecream. a reduction of sorts where she spent a good amount of time soaking a straining the cereal, with cream and then using her trusty ice-cream maker to create, you guessed it ice cream. i brought the tea and we made shakes, a fun monday night. incase you are curious... the shakes didn't taste the same, the fruitloops was sweeter, and salty you could taste the cereal part (like wheat or something), but it was still a fun experiment.
side note: also monday night there was a long discussion of blogs, which started to stress me out. i am fine with strangers and long distance friends reading reports of my life but it isn't interesting enough for the people i see all the time to want to read my badly written incites.(confused face)
tuesday: a lot of time spent with a failed attempt to make some silk-screens. but i think i figured it out. more importantly i got to hang out with my "boyfriend", that is so weird, i haven't said it out loud, so it is weirder that it is in writing. I haven't had a "boyfriend" since i was 19. holy shit, i was 19.
wednesday: i went to a potluck/curry off. a challenge between friends to make the best curry and talk about how to make our lives important. it was an event by the newly revamped in-context, a much easier version of the workshops they were doing. chronic made the best curry, however the others we very close runners-up. i am a big chronic fan right now, he is a really great person, and i keep finding out new aspects of him that are impressive: cooking, leg and arm wrestling skills, they just keep coming.
now this entry is just too long. don’t expect this to continue, except now i have this job, at least for a while, where I sit and do nothing, not an exaggeration, i do nothing, so i might be writing all the time.
until next time…

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recommendation: bannana slurpee on a hot day.

2.1

week two beings...
so it turns out that friday night was not anywhere near as bad as i thought it was going to be. i got to hang out with the boy i like and even though his friends terrify me i survived and didn't make an utter fool of myself. in general i spend a lot of time making sure that i honestly don't care what people think of me. not that i just say it but i believe, that if i am as good as i can be in every way then i don't care what other people (random people) think of me. the glitch is that i do care what certain people think and sometimes their opinions are based on other people's opinions.
anyway... early friday night was spent trying to impress hipsters when i am not even that interested in what they think of me. but when i got to the bar i started to panic, i didn't have any backup, my friends were all hanging out together (where i wished i was), the two people i knew were busy talking to each other, so i ditched out to the bathroom to try to calm down, then pretended to get a phone call but instead called my friends to get a little reassurance. after a talk down, where i almost lost my shit but then just ended up repeating that "i can do this" and "they are good people" i worked my way back into the bar. i put on my best politicing stance and tried to make some friends. it is like i am socially inept.
i made it to phase II where 12 of us went to la boheme, my first regular strip club experience. there it was easier because we didn't have to talk, and if we were talking it was just about the "dancers" who by the way couldn't really dance. i am not sure about the allure of strip clubs, you need to have so much money for it to be worth it, i thought it was a bit depressing.
phase III... everything just got better. the boy and i went to breakfast king and had a lovely time, then went to rollsman's house to meet everyone else. it was a bit rowdy: drinking, rhyming, leg wrestling, the cops came and then we left. all in all not anywhere close to the horror i was creating for myself.

1.3

i am so dreading what i have to do tonight, and i fucking volunteered. hopefully i can work through the panic attack that is starting to consume me. it can't be that bad, but now i am creating some crazy senerio that is going to make freeze and sit in a corner. anyway, i'll tell you about it later. la boheme here i come.

1.2

so, let the ranting begin.
i watch too much t.v. i am well aware of this fact. i would be a more productive person if i could limit my addictive personality to one or two shows, but it is just so easy to watch.
in college i was so busy that i only had time to keep track of 90210 (which ended while i was in school) and then dawson's creek. two shows with some bonus movie watching and some daily show, no problem, not taking over my life in the least. but now, there is no show that is as important as dc so i just watch everything, makeover shows, reality shows, law & order of every kind (it's that sound), west wing re-runs, sit-com re-runs, 7th heaven re-runs (you can now see how deep the problem goes)
it sounds like all i do is watch tv, which is not the case, i am a very busy person, but somehow tv seems to suck hours out of my life everyday. last night i watched "so you think you can dance" for 90 whole minutes and there wasn't even any new dancing. no dancing, i am not watching that shit for the drama, i wanna see spinning and jumping and stalling and tricks. but noooo... wait until next week. lame.

recommendations:
movie: saddest music in the world

1.1

without knowing who will ever find this, or want to read this, it is hard to think of what to say. do people really want to read about my everyday? i started this blog because i have recently become obsessed with other people's blogs and thought i could participate. my ramblings/style might be hard to read so be prepared. i am not really concerned with punctuation, capitalization or spelling so i apologize.
i'll start with a bit of epic beauty that was last saturday night. it should have been epic, it was a wedding, in a beautiful location with beautiful people and sentiment. but... i kinda wish i was at a different wedding. you see the problem with wedding season and being twenty-something is inevitably you will not be able to be at every wedding, stupid double booking.
the idea of true love, soul mates and perfect matches is fascinating to me. that is happens in real life and not just movies, that it is spontaneous and not scripted, it is magic. i am skeptical.
beyond the chaos that is weddings and such, i have had a great summer, filled with playful energy and fun i never expected. my friends are fantastic and they will make anything entertaining.
so, there is a start...

Just checking

just thought i'd try this out. we'll see if i have anything to say.