whatshouldavlcallme:

Its still been forever since I have updated my tumblr. I keep making false promises of things getting better. I feel like a dead beat alcoholic father.

Oh well…

I haven’t posted in what seems like a million years. If I remember correctly my last post was about how I was going to keep up with updates and not have long stretches of nothing on my page….well I guess I really didn’t hold up my end of that promise.

It would be great to say that I haven’t been updating anything because I’ve had such a full life, but that would be a lie that I can’t back up. I’m in “Guys and Dolls” with the same company that I did “RENT” with, which has been fun. We open in about 3 weeks…oy. So we are piecing that together. The next show that I REALLY want to do after that one is “Chicago”. I really want to play Amos Hart (which seems odd cause its not a very big part) but I honestly feel that is a lot I could bring to the role. I’ve always connected to the song “Mister Cellophane” a little too much. If I couldn’t bring something honest and real to that song, then I really shouldn’t say that I am an actor.

My only worry is that I may be too young for the role, but honestly I can be aged on stage. I remember I went to go see a show with my high school theatre troupe and it had this amazing older actor playing the lead, only to find out after the show was over, that the role of a man in his late 40’s-early 50’s, was played by an 19 year old actor. I remember it blowing my mind because I never would have known. So I guess this has always played in my idea that casting in the theatre really is about the illusion of it all. Anyway I’ll stop rambling about a show that doesn’t perform till January or even have auditions till November. lol.

Anyway I’m really going to try to not foul up my promise of consistent updates on my tumblr. There is a certain fan base that is depending on me, namely one of ten to fifteen readers.

I love this movie!!!!

I realized just how long it had been since I had posted on tumblr when I saw that Anne Frank had a more recent post than me. I cant even remember what I last posted about so that certainly is not the greatest sign. This is a post honestly about how my job is jock blocking me tomorrow.

So this guy who is charming, cute, sarcastic, has a nice job, owns his own home and two cars wants to spend all day with me tomorrow and go to “dollywood”. Granted its a pretty gay date, but the point is that its really sweet that he wants to do this together. But do I get to actually spend the day with this charming guy?…No. And why do you ask? Because my job scheduled a meeting on Sunday for Tuesday afternoon. So the important thing is that they gave us so much advance notice for our schedules to be clear *end of thick sarcasm*.

I tried to get out of it by just simply stating that I couldnt make it that day, to which I was told that I was one of the main people that needed to be there and that I would most likely be written up if I didn’t attend. So as much as I would love to go on my lovely date, I honestly just can’t afford to get into deep shit with my job.

It just really sucks because he’s headed back to New York tomorrow. So I literally will miss my last chance to see him potentially for a very long time. Makes me so happy to be working where I am….Again *end of thick sarcasm*

So I’m standing in line behind a cute 70-ish year old lady who turns to me and says “oh do you want to skip me in line? I have to get something else, I’ll be right back”. I say, “thank you” and go ahead of her when I look down and notice we have the exact same groceries, a box of corn flakes and some bananas. Yes, I had the same groceries as a 70 year old woman. I’m a bottle of prune juice away from being a hot, damn mess.

I then walked over to the redbox on the way out of the store to rent “Black Swan” when it says my card is not authorized…that’s right, I didn’t have a dollar on my card to charge it with. What is my life?

There was some magic going on between these two during this session…

My roommate Jade and I only recite this every other day…

So my co-worker was having a particularly bad day. He got very little sleep the night before, he had received a tip of 2 dollars on a 45 dollar ticket and received no tip whatsoever from another table. He even got cut from work super early because we had been slow all day, literally within 5 minutes of him being cut, tables started piling into the restaurant.

He was leaving to go home and probably cry (I know I would) about how horrible of a day he was having when he turned to me to say, “this day can not get any worse”…

….He comes back into the restaurant 2 minutes later to tell us his vespa had been stolen. It’s his only source of transportation.

As I watched him get into the taxi that would take him home I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I truly am a horrible person since I was holding in laughter for dear life from the irony of the entire situation given his infamous last words as he left the restaurant. All I can say is…he really shouldn’t jinx himself anymore.