Stream of Consciousness

Asshole!!!

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 10:57:57 GMT

Can anyone tell me why people do things ass-backwards?!!! like cleaning a main part of an area last so you have to rush around trying to do everything at the last minute? *cough cough- Corrina my partner in Starbucks- cough cough* whatever I don't care, obviously since I refuse to help lol. I do my shit and you do yours thank-you. Maybe if you didn't marvel over how people dont use sugar in espresso drinks sometimes, or the complexity of a new pastry or how milk steams, we would all get along. Fucking idiot. Well there is my morning digression folks, have a great day!

Lets Run

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 16:06:38 GMT

Ha. Running. I don't run unless I'm being chased, so there lies the problem. We started running yesterday in rehearsals and I wanted to die a little bit. I have no way of finding my rhythm when I run, but of course I haven't ran like this since the mile run in fucking elementary school. I love cordos though. Cordos is a set of jumping jacks, push-ups, bicycles, crunches and leglifts. We've been starting at 70 then breaking it down to 35 and then 15. Then you have to hold your leg lift for a minute and die. Yup. Its fabolous!!!!....I don't know, I keep telling myself to lose weight so hopefully this will push me along because I dont have time to dance- which usually makes me lose weight like woah.

New Topic- I'm hungry lol. I just woke up and I have to get ready for the nursing home at 2 and then rehearsal at 6 and then work at 12 bitches.....thats my schedule until the show is over in July. This kinda sucks because I'm not going to see anyone but we'll see.

Can someone punch every guy I've enjoyed in the face? That would be swell.

Peace out playa playa

but who you writing for?

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 11:50:42 GMT

He Can Only Hold Her- Amy Winehouse

He can only hold her for so long
The lights are on but no one's home
She's so vacant Her soul is taken
He is what she's running from

How can he have her heart
When it got stole
Though he tries to pacify her
Whats inside her never dies

Even if she's content in his warmth
She gets pained with urgency
Urgent kisses
The miss misses
The man that he longs to be

Now how can he have her heart
When it got stole
So he tries to pass it by
Cause what's inside'll never die

As he tries to pacify her
Cause whats inside her never dies

..... i dont regret, i just regress back into what, when, how and why, and then slam my mind into the back of this closet, hoping that it will stay hung up with the overcoat of love. it always falls. why did you kiss me and what did you accomplish? im not a little girl, i can certainly handle a bit of honesty. why are you the bane of my existence and still embedded in my thoughts. someone hand me a drink.

Starbucks burns tonight

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 11:26:12 GMT

not really. first night as shift supervisor and it was groovy. im tired now and i have to be at school at 930am to fix fucking costumes for the Long Island Shakespeare Festival. i hate Mr. Starbucks. yup. no one you know. i just hate him because i want him. and he knows it. fuck him and his music and counting the safe and cross hatching and everything, fuck cubans too. oh wait i did,,...hahah oh im cracked. time to sleep for an hr. yes? yes. sure

peace out cub scour

here i go again...

Mon, 21 May 2007 13:22:03 GMT

I haven't taken a break from doing a show since i started school , with the exception of last summer. It feels great to just keep going and working and doing what I love, but in all reality I have no clue as to what Im doing. I'll be going to Stonybrook for theatre in the fall, with a minor in dance, and I decided to start Dramaturgy as well. Why? Because I'm a fucking lunatic. I picked up a copy of Backstage yesterday after the Aids Walk in Manhattan, and maybe I'll find work in that. I dont know what could happen, but I have a job I love ( fucking Starbucks) and great friend ( thanks Face, Lisa, many others ) who I know will always be there....I just feel like a bubble. A stupid bubble floating around and hopefully one day I'll be smashed down by a little child and evaporate back into reality...

All I want is a kiss...like before...when it meant so much more...so what kind of fuckery are we?
thanks Amy Winehouse for the soundtrack of my existence

yippie

Thu, 17 May 2007 11:55:51 GMT

well well well
you're a funny little corner
in the back of my tangled hair
and i refuse to dwell
on the matters of disorder
but i really take too much time to care
...to see if you're there

oh goodness

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 03:13:37 GMT

i cant even get up

-you're not supposed to

please

-it hurts but it feels so good

i hate you

so this is it...

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 02:01:30 GMT

am i the only one
who seems to notice?
the slight look of
anticipation
or is it merely
distraction passing
through my eyes?