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Just got over a ridiculous week of having the stomach flu. So bad. went 4 days without eating, 5 days without drinking, smoking, or social interaction. A well needed break. But NO ONE needs to watch as much America’s Next Top Model as I have seen. Tragic. I had to better by Friday to do my show, and I was mostly.

It has been an eventful couple weeks. As You Like It opened, it has been so fun and a good experience. My brother and sister had their traditional birthday party. They rented out Red Feather winery in Livermore and had about 70 people come. It was a real good time, got to see a lot of people from high school or people I hadn’t seen in like 5 years. It was a trip. Got tipsy and stripped whilst hula hooping. The usual.

My grandma, mom, and I went to the Alameda county fair the next day I discovered my love for betting on horse racing. or maybe just because it reminds me of The Hold Steady song Chips Ahoy. (video sucks though).

My motivation to get a job has been sullied to do my illness, going out of town, being in a play, and having so much terrible television on. I can only blame myself and I do. But I actually have been applying and interviewing for jobs. Some promising prospects.

Other than that I have been going to the river, working on my tan, and making peace with myself. I’m doing a lot better than usual. I feel great. My Mom and Grandma went away for a weekend and it gave me good time to reconnect with Bryce Marck, Matt Marr, and John Farnsworth. One of those times when you just realize why you are friends with certain people and not as much with other people. When it’s sunrise and we all need to get up to go feed horses, and we don’t mind cause were all doing it. Then we pick up a 24 pack of PBR at 7am, naturally.

Love life is what it always is. Really the EXACT SAME. Was thinking about Jeff for a second again, and than no. Again. Frank Fox made his way up here again, and that was nice. But who knows what that could be. Had a crush on someone for once but of course got passed up for a strait guy. Naturally. Back to square one. …Ladies?

I gotta go shower and get for my show tonight… jebus..

Peace

I leave you with Sufjan Steven’s cover of Joni Mitchel’s Free Man In Paris.

This picture was from back in like April at second Saturday with my brother and Mom. (look how beardy I was!)

Just an update to say what’s up. It’s December, and it’s getting to be Christmas time. Which means a my mom bakes and watches trashy hallmark holiday movies nonstop. I wear layers, long coats, and finally get to show off my scarf collection. I love this time of year. So much. My mom makes soup and scones and I light a fire and hang lights. Brilliant. And it actually snowed in Sacramento!

It’s week two of No Drink December. I have substituted coffee, tea, and hot chocolate for the alcohol this month. So far so good. I have definitely had to rethink my ways of getting to know people. Gone are the ways of bonding over taking shots and letting our guards down. I actually have to try to engage sober conversations with new people. Which is really great though. I have been getting to know a couple new people. We’ll see where this goes. Dating is fun, and without alcohol, is mostly genuine.

I have been doing a lot of improv. Which is really the only substantial money I have to make right now. I also performed in Winnie the pooh again this year, except instead of narrator this year I was Tigger and Owl. That was fun.Anything for a few bucks right now.

I have also been fucking up auditions again. Last week I auditioned for a murder mystery at ARC and I got a callback for the lead, great. Then I auditioned for Metamorphoses at Sac State. I had never auditioned there, fucked it up royally, and then got a callback (wtf?). Problem was they were both on the same night. So I went to Sac State first and left after about an hour and a half. STUPID. And then I went to AR and read all night for the lead. Of course, as it goes with ARC everytime, they call me back and “consider me”, tell me how great I’m doing. String me along to the very end and then give it to someone else.  I am super happy for my friends who get cast, truly. But I am done. I am so mad at myself for leaving such a sweet play for the chance to be in a murder mystery. I had this romantic dream about finally doing a lead at ARC, but yet again, I had to touch the stove to know that it’s hot. Anyways…. that was a rant.

Here’s cute pictures of me being domestic! I made a trifle for thankgiving! It’s layers of gingerbread, vanilla pudding, pumpkin pie filling, whip cream. crushed up ginger snaps, and caramel. It was sorta amazing.

mmmm yummy.

I leave you with what gets me into the Christmas mood. Sufjan Stevens.

peace out.