SORRY

So sorry, I had to run to class.

To answer your question, yes, she was soooooooo hot. I will call you to tell you all about it. She was a graduated Bard student, former dance major. I actually worship her.

Now I must sleep

You Crazy Kid

How dare you leave me hanging with that text message?

Anyway, so Monday I quit my job at the theater...and it wasn't even a bad job..I'm just really busy and I'm terrible at building things. So I felt really bad because my boss gave me this lecture about how he was depending on me, and how he was getting short on people (which I didn't know, or I probably wouldn't have quit), but then I had said all this stuff and I couldn't just take it back. So I'm still working this week to make up for being a jerk.

Why am I a terrible person?

Ugh whatev. I'll get over it. I'm actually in a kind of positive mindset now that some of my exams are over and I had a meeting with my dean about my major. So, things are better.

Call me sometime to tell me about your dabble in my world!

Hahaha that was a retarded sentence.

The end.

-Megan

Today I realized I forgot about my Mom's birthday that happened two weeks ago. I have no idea how that happened, but I felt sooooo bad. They came to watch me in the dance shows this weekend. It's been fun. We have one more show tomorrow.

This girl who is in a piece with me watched the Pirate with me Friday night, then I went to her house five minutes away to make pasta. It was fun. I am making new friends now. My father also told me that my old best friend here and her boyfriend from Pakistan are planning to kill me. He added, "I do not want to bury you. I've worked too hard, and you have too much to live for." I started laughing like crazy, and my mom started threatening that she was never going to speak to him again.

I dream of Gene-ie

Ugh Pam.

A lot of times when I'm really stressed out I can't sleep.

A lot of times when I can't sleep I get really tired.

A lot of times when I get really tired I cry for no reason.

And thus my day is summarized.

First of all, I have this job I don't even want... I don't even feel like writing about that right now, but I have to make the decision whether to quit or not.

Then I have this SPT crap that is keeping me super occupied and I don't have time to study for my 2 exams.

And then I have to go out and party tonight even though all I want to do is sleep because if I don't Clare will be really upset. I just want to sleep. I'm really running myself into the ground.

-Megan

The Fridge

So we can call him the Fridge for now. Today I had class with the Fridge and he wasn't mean to us. He didn't say things like, "it's funny how some people who are trained, don't even know how to dance." Instead we danced like Catherine Zeta Jones in Entrappment. Then he watched our tech for the dance shows this week and kept on checking his watch. I can't imagine where he has to go, but I also can imagine that I should go with him.

I was at a coffee shop today, and I was sitting next to two mothers with two little girls. Like 5-ish. And one mother asks the other girl, "so what are you being for Halloween?" And the girl says, "Gene Kelly, but I want to be a BEAUTIFUL lady! I want to be tinkerbell." Then that girl's mom says, "no, you had your heart set on Gene kelly."

I thought that was so fucking weird. Clearly the mom is one of those middle aged gene kelly fans. Like, little girls can be smart, but it's so weird to hear the words, "gene kelly" come from the little girl.

I can't tell if I'm having dreams about the Fridge or about Gene Kelly.

Hmm

I think you can play off the refrigerator idea.

Okay the blog just posted this without my permission. Laaaame.

Hmm.

Yes.

Hahaha now I'm not going to add anything to it. Whatev.

It will all work out. I need to think of a nickname to give to my dance teacher. It can't be mister sexy because that was my 9th grade dance teacher. It needs to match TPP in genius. He does not, however, have any pudge and is quite the opposite of that. I need your help. Each thursday is an adventure. He can either start to hate me today or he will continue to be indifferent to me today. We'll see. The dance shows are this weekend, and that is fun. I like the dancers more then I like life. Truth.

Oh my god Pam, yesterday was so terrible.

I got in a huge fight with Clare and then I had to go to 2 rehearsals being all upset.

But it's resolved an it's okay now. somewhat. don't worry!

I'm dead.

-Megan

Today was hard

I was brain dead when I wrote that other post to you. Now I have regained it slightly only to realize that i need to trim my finger and toe nails. One toe nail was sort of torn off slightly. Today in my african inspired dance class I was introduced to muscles in my ass I didn't know existed. Then I found out this morning we are going to Disney world for christmas. Then I . . . there went me brain. Sorry. I feel asleep during a screening we were forced to go to. In the e-mail it said it was about aliens in arizona so I thought it might not be that bad, but it was actually illegal aliens in arizona. Sleep was my only salvation from the dreadful reality.

Do not worry, Megan, it is only two more weeks of your life, then it's over. Then there will be no more champagne circles and no more shitty shakespeare. None. I swear to you.

The other night I discovered my vibrator doubles as a neck massager.

Stessed

Ahh Pam I am so stressed out!!! My show is going up in 2 weeks and I have no time to breathe let alone do my work. I don't know what I'm going to do.

You know when everything just sort of builds up and then little things make you upset? This morning I went to get a shower and there was one out of order so I couldn't get one and I cried.

I'm going to have to spend all my extra time doing schoolwork because... I have to... because I don't have any time. And then Clare's going to be upset because I'm not going to spend any time with her for the next 2 weeks and then I'm going to be upset because I'm not spending any time with her for the next 2 weeks.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wish I could fast forward time.

Oh and also so instead of a cast party Shakespeare has this thing called "Champagne Circle" apparently. All I know is that it's long and boring. And my SM told me I had to go...I'm not going to that shit.

-Megan

I'm a Janitor

Last night I saw a movie called "Michael Clayton" where George Clooney did some things and some things happened sort of backwards and he might have been a janitor, but the lawyers thought he was a cop and the cops thought he was a lawyer. I also bought a "cinnapretzel" which was a cinnabon in a pretzel, and the whole hting was over 1000 calories, and i ate it anyway. It was crazy!!!!! Megan. Crazy. I don't know why I saw it. It is because I am a loser.

My parents just won a 50/50 raffle where they got over a thousand dollars. This makes no sense, but they are giving me 200 of it. Now I can buy pizzas for my cast on the Big Ass Day of Fun. I am getting worried about my senior project. I just hope I can keep everyone inspired. Pizza will do it. Now I can buy them buffalo wings too. yay!

Word.

Hmm perhaps I shall send you my script.

Also last night I had a dream that I went back to working at the O'Neill...and I don't think Martin wanted me there. It was weird.

Surely

Surely, I would read it. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I'm not sure if I want to go out or if I want to flop in bed and watch Irene and Vernon Castle. Hmmm. Life has so many hard questions.

Rawr

Maybe if he gets fired you can take private lessons. Uh-huh.

So I finished a really crappy version of my one-act just now. Perhaps you'd like to read it and tell me how to make it not stupid?

-Megan

NOPE to YOU!

I am going to argue that is funny for several different reasons.

1) It's funny if he does not take himself seriously in it.

Like, come on, look at his faces. Things become funny when people do ridiculous things and appear to take themselves really seroiusly as they do them.

2) It's funny if he is taking himself seriously

Well, then that's just funny. Look at him. He's a fool

3) It's funny because this video of him exists and we are his students and that guy is teaching us.

That's self explanatory.

I am worried. I think some people spoke to the head of the department about him. I think he's entitled to be as much of an asshole to us as he wants because he's really that good.

Life.

Nope

1. That was not funny.
2. Hope your paper's going well. And you're finding God or whatever.
3. You are attracted to strange people.
4. Right now I'm eating peanut M&Ms and making a comic strip about an owl.

If this works, this is funny.

This Too

I didn't see any autopsies.

Sex

I'm sure your senior project will be teh sex. Because you are.

I'm glad that your lover looks like a refrigerator.

I also do not spell check.

Oh and I'm also glad that you think this is a good idea. Pretty much I'm a genius.

That is all for now.

OH RIGHT . . .

The major thing will work out. No matter what, you will graduate and find something that makes you happy, and even if you end up hating your major, it's only for four years and you can go to grad school someday for something completely different. Gene Kelly was an economics major. Therefore, you are Gene Kelly.

You see, the problem is that I can't re-schedule that day. The venue is extraordinarily crowded, and I made this schedule before she auditioned for the show, which was just sort of irresponsible. My mom had good advice. I am playing "nice director" for now, and I've always been clear about that date. So I told her I will need her for about four hours that day, and at this point, if she screws me over, which she told me she wouldn't because she committed to me first, then she's a bitch, and she can't screw me over. It's a senior project and is therefore legitimate and was planned long before this other thing. It will work out, hopefully.

I am very happy we have this blog to write about stupid things. I've wanted to start blog writing again, but I had no one to write to. Now it has a purpose. I was going to respond to something you said. I'm sorry you're really bored.

Today at dance class Mr. Selya yelled viciously at this girl and told her she didn't care and that she would have to actually move around if she wanted to dance. I feel sorry for him. Like, he's really much better than Bard, and I have a feeling they didn't tell him what he was getting into. We got to gyrate again today and melt and cha cha and do lay outs. One girl before class told me she thought he looked like a refridgerator. He sort of does.

I am sure I am going to have a stupid post for later. Chill.

and I don't spell check.

Wow

We posted at the same time and that was craziness.

Hmm well about your girl.. I have some solutions:

1. Clone her. That way she can do both.
2. Beat her until she agrees to quit her other commitment.
3. I can be in your movie! Except I can't dance...
4. You said last night that it would be fine. It will be fine. Is there any way you can change the day you film? You do have until April or whatever.

-Megan

You're mean

How dare you try to quantify our quality as human beings. Clearly I am better, and there is nothing you can do about it. People will vote for me because I am awesome, and there will be people to vote for me because so many people are going to visit this blog.

Megan, if I make an entry private to the blog, can you read it too? I don't know how this works because I am dumb. Maybe you are better than me because you are smart. I am freaking out again about my lead girl auditioning for a show and having a tech during my most important filming day. It's really freaking me out. I want to call my mom and cry a little because this seems to be a legitimate crisis. I feel entitled to be resentful of the fact that she did not list this filming day as a conflict, and I need to film that day. I need to. I don't know what to do. I don't want to be bitchy, but I also have to make my demands. FUCK! I need something to complain to. I'm happy this blog exists.

My Life

Hi Pam!

I don't really have anything to write since I talked to you last night. I'm really tired and I think I'm going to drink some coffee. Then I'm going to do some reading.

Tegan and Sara's new music video for the greatest song they ever wrote debuted today so I'm not in as bad of a mood as I usually am. Except that today I'm not going to call Clare because all I do is just make her feel worse.

I need to schedule an appointment with my dean soon to talk about my major and cry and ask her what to do. I don't really think it's a big deal if I just wait to declare my major until junior year... I mean best case scenario I'll realize I want to do sociology by next semester and it'll all work out, worst case I'll have to declare next year. As long as my dean knows where I am in the process..it's not like I'm a delinquent or anything so...we'll see. The only problem is I'll have to talk to my theater adviser about not really wanting to be a theater major...maybe..and he'll be like..."Get out." Then I'll cry.

Nothing really much is happening on this ol' fall break. Britney Spears is on TV right now. I'm going to go get some coffee.

Later,

Megan