While i napped this afternoon, (my sleep schedule had been fucked right sideways--thanks ACTF) I had a dream about making out with a girl in the front of a moving truck. she was drunk, and we careened madly across the landscape. it ended poorly.
it reminded me of ACTF (thats where we were) and so... the recounting:
Madness. A week of it. ACTF went in stages for me this year. I had a full days work every other day, loading and striking shows, so there was no chance to go to any workshops, and barely any time to see my friends compete in the irene ryans. I saw only one show, Jasper lake, which unfortunately requires more than one viewing to fully grasp, and god... it was fantastic. For a week, my life was so filled with doing that is just hard to comprehend. Every day was full to the brim, every night was capped off with drunken revelry. Sharing a room with Mein made me smile at LEAST once a day. Met new and splendid people every day, (mike, Aaron... hell, all of the Suffolk kids. the RIC techies; missy, scooter... that girl with the hat...) which really restored my faith in the theatre... and just generally behaved like a hooligan for the week.
Memorable moments:
1. That night with Ian. Raven? i forget the work, but we rocked it out good.
2. Waking up at 6:30 to a stinging cheek and Mein saying "you were snoring. stop it"
3. Being told by the RIC techies that i'd be welcome at RIC whenever i wanted to come back, and then, as i walked away, hearing one of them say to her boss "oh my god. he can't leave. he's got GIR on his hood. we have to keep him."
4. the ride down with jodi and brian. damn, new blood is invigorating
5. Not being vomited on. even a little bit.
6. that picture of Meghan that makes me giggle. Megs, you know which one i'm talking about.Current Mood: peculiar Current Music: The Magnetic Fields - No One Will Ever Love You |
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Feb. 3rd, 2005 @ 02:51 am
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I had a dream about making out with a girl in the front of a moving truck. she was drunk, and we careened madly across the landscape. our clothing came off in stages, and i only realized tat there was something more important than her when i looked up and saw that the building filled the whole windshield. I abandoned her, trying to jump to save my self.
I woke up with the crunch of my own neck in my ears.Current Mood:  pensive Current Music: The Magnetic Fields - No One Will Ever Love You |
so, i'm in this restaurant trying to get a job, and wake comes in. he's already given then a resume, and he's there or an interview. while the guy is interviewing him, he's flipping through other applications, and there is one which is written in THE most awful handwriting... looks like a four year-olds. and it bears a disturbing similarity to mine. and the whole application is full of these really crappy jokes... the king i certainly used to tell ALL the time, and think were great. any way, i', nervous as shit that i've already given them an application, one that i filled out when i was like six, and that i'm gonna look like an idiot when i do. then i see someone else's name on the top of the application. and all is well.
so, ben gets the job,(a wait-staff job, i think) and the guy tells me to come back halfway through june, and he'll make me a cook. we leave, and tear ass down this brick sidewalk, ripping our shoes off as we do. there are other prople present as well... dave ciampa, i think, and a girl... chaela perhaps... or jos. or maybe manda or shanny... i don't know. anyway, we tear off into the night, and then i wake up to find that the covers have fallen(or been pulled?) off my half of my bed in the middle of the night, and i'm FREEZING. |
the oldport, through a haze. cramped apartments, old friends and pot. competing with michaela.. i decide to stop going to school, and just tumble into a permanent inebriation....Current Mood:  groggy Current Music: silence. |
I should have forgotten you long ago
But you're in every song I know
Whining and pining is wrong and so
On and so forth, of course of course,
But no, you can't have a divorce
I haven't seen you in ages
But it's not as bleak as it seems
We still dance on whirling stages
In my Busby Berkeley dreams
The tears have stained all the pages
Of my True Romance magazines
We still dance in my outrageously beautiful
Busby Berkeley dreams
And now you want to leave me for good
I refuse to believe you could
You forget we're not made of wood
Well darling you may do your worst
Because you'll have to kill me first
Do you think it's dangerous
To have Busby Berkeley dreams? |
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