June 27th, 2005
...I think I'm about to go the Friends Only route.
Yessirree.
Kay is telling me about this reality show she watches that is about a family who owns a mortuary.
Odd.
Quote of Last Week
"I need to get on the internet because I have to find a gnome." - my co-worker Doug
Yessirree.
Kay is telling me about this reality show she watches that is about a family who owns a mortuary.
Odd.
Quote of Last Week
"I need to get on the internet because I have to find a gnome." - my co-worker Doug
pensiveJune 26th, 2005
boredJune 25th, 2005
I think I'm dead.
It was SO HOT outside tonight. Seriously.
Dancing for two hours in heels with a heat index of 95 degrees = DEATH.
Will give a detailed report of the sockhop tomorrow, but in short...
-Kay and I had a great time, like we do every year
-the guy from the newspaper took our photo with Mike Harvey like eighty times--he did it last year and the year before, too, so we'll hoping maybe this year we'll actually be IN the paper
-as usual, we got hit on by the assortment of crackheads and generally gross people there
-Mike randomly played the Cha-Cha Slide, which was just odd
-we ran into STEVE at Denny's!
Oh, I almost forgot...
Quote of the Night:
"I hate the Freedom Festival. It's just white trash on cocaine." - Steve
Good freaking night.
::collapses::
It was SO HOT outside tonight. Seriously.
Dancing for two hours in heels with a heat index of 95 degrees = DEATH.
Will give a detailed report of the sockhop tomorrow, but in short...
-Kay and I had a great time, like we do every year
-the guy from the newspaper took our photo with Mike Harvey like eighty times--he did it last year and the year before, too, so we'll hoping maybe this year we'll actually be IN the paper
-as usual, we got hit on by the assortment of crackheads and generally gross people there
-Mike randomly played the Cha-Cha Slide, which was just odd
-we ran into STEVE at Denny's!
Oh, I almost forgot...
Quote of the Night:
"I hate the Freedom Festival. It's just white trash on cocaine." - Steve
Good freaking night.
::collapses::
exhaustedJune 24th, 2005
I'm about to head out the door, and my hair looks nothing like Dinah Manoff's in Grease.
Sigh. Sad bunny.
Sigh. Sad bunny.
...So my goal for tonight is to get my hair to look like Dinah Manoff's in Grease.
Marty...Maraschino. You know, like the cherry.
I've wanted to be a Pink Lady since I was like eight. For the fifth grade talent show, the kids doing the Grease medley let me be Rizzo because I wouldn't stop whining about it :o) But even then I didn't have an actual Pink Ladies jacket--my grandma was going to buy me one just to wear for the talent show but the store that carried them was sold out, so I ended up with this sparkly pink shirt that didn't even say "Pink Ladies" or anything.
The jackets Kay and I have for the sockhop tonight aren't exactly like the ones they wear in the movie, but that's okay...at least my Pink Ladies dream is partially realized.
Marty...Maraschino. You know, like the cherry.
I've wanted to be a Pink Lady since I was like eight. For the fifth grade talent show, the kids doing the Grease medley let me be Rizzo because I wouldn't stop whining about it :o) But even then I didn't have an actual Pink Ladies jacket--my grandma was going to buy me one just to wear for the talent show but the store that carried them was sold out, so I ended up with this sparkly pink shirt that didn't even say "Pink Ladies" or anything.
The jackets Kay and I have for the sockhop tonight aren't exactly like the ones they wear in the movie, but that's okay...at least my Pink Ladies dream is partially realized.
Some days, my boss's son does not drive me completely insane...unfortunately, today was NOT one of those days. He's a good kid, and I acknowledge that...I acknowledge that he is ten years old and I feel bad for him because his parents both work and he has to come with them instead of doing things he probably would like to do instead...BUT that does not excuse the fact that 85% of the time he follows me around, talks to me all about his video games (I don't care, nor do I have ANY clue what he's talking about), and tries to "help" me do my job.
Today I came up with a way to deal with that--every time I get frustrated with him, I think of Madonna saying that line from A League of Their Own. Presto. Instant calm...or at least, instant chuckle for a minute or two.
So, yeah, work today. I spent my entire seven-hour shift folding, tagging, pricing, labeling, shelving, and arranging t-shirts.
I never want to see another t-shirt again.
...Except that I own 80,000 of them. So that's just not an option.
Why did my AIM just lose connection? My internet is fine. Bastards. I was talking to Nate.
Oh, and someone bought Cher today.
At work we sell 8x10 photos of musicians, matted and framed beside a cute little 45 record of one of their songs...the first day I was going to be working by myself, I was nervous and my boss put the Cher photo and record on the wall right behind the counter and said "You'll be okay because Cher is there to keep her eye on you." So since then Cher has been there, and my co-workers laugh at me because every once in while I'd be telling a story or something and then look at it and be like "Right, Cher?" ...Because I'm insane. (And so are they, so it's all good.) Anyway, I became pretty attached to Cher...And today a man was buying the Jimmy Buffett photo/record thingie and it was the first one we'd actually sold, and I was sitting on the floor folding shirts and said jokingly as my boss was ringing him up, "Yay, at least he's not buying my Cher!" Not two seconds later, he said, "Cher? Oh, I'll take it!" My boss and I cracked up, and the guy was like "No, really!" So I very sadly said goodbye to Cher and bagged her and put her in a box and sent her to her new home.
My boss moved the Fleetwood Mac record and photo into Cher's former spot on the wall behind the counter so now Stevie & Co. can keep me company.
But I miss my Cher.
SOCK HOP TOMORROW NIGHT. (Well...tonight, technically, since it's past midnight...)
Kay and I got Pink Ladies jackets and black capri pants from her family's costume shop--we are going to look totally fabulous this year!
And since it's past midnight, it's officially...MY DAY OFF!
Today I came up with a way to deal with that--every time I get frustrated with him, I think of Madonna saying that line from A League of Their Own. Presto. Instant calm...or at least, instant chuckle for a minute or two.
So, yeah, work today. I spent my entire seven-hour shift folding, tagging, pricing, labeling, shelving, and arranging t-shirts.
I never want to see another t-shirt again.
...Except that I own 80,000 of them. So that's just not an option.
Why did my AIM just lose connection? My internet is fine. Bastards. I was talking to Nate.
Oh, and someone bought Cher today.
At work we sell 8x10 photos of musicians, matted and framed beside a cute little 45 record of one of their songs...the first day I was going to be working by myself, I was nervous and my boss put the Cher photo and record on the wall right behind the counter and said "You'll be okay because Cher is there to keep her eye on you." So since then Cher has been there, and my co-workers laugh at me because every once in while I'd be telling a story or something and then look at it and be like "Right, Cher?" ...Because I'm insane. (And so are they, so it's all good.) Anyway, I became pretty attached to Cher...And today a man was buying the Jimmy Buffett photo/record thingie and it was the first one we'd actually sold, and I was sitting on the floor folding shirts and said jokingly as my boss was ringing him up, "Yay, at least he's not buying my Cher!" Not two seconds later, he said, "Cher? Oh, I'll take it!" My boss and I cracked up, and the guy was like "No, really!" So I very sadly said goodbye to Cher and bagged her and put her in a box and sent her to her new home.
My boss moved the Fleetwood Mac record and photo into Cher's former spot on the wall behind the counter so now Stevie & Co. can keep me company.
But I miss my Cher.
SOCK HOP TOMORROW NIGHT. (Well...tonight, technically, since it's past midnight...)
Kay and I got Pink Ladies jackets and black capri pants from her family's costume shop--we are going to look totally fabulous this year!
And since it's past midnight, it's officially...MY DAY OFF!
June 23rd, 2005
02. 
June 19th, 2005
...and I'm a LiveJournal-aholic.
I'm addicted. Guh.
I'm addicted. Guh.
June 18th, 2005
...I cat-napped him from the hallway, and now he's fallen asleep on me.
Now he's awake. And attacking the keyboard.
( Cats can type too... )
I keep forgetting to post about this. The other night I had a dream that Kay and I were taken hostage by Fred Schneider of the B-52's. You know, the band that sang "Love Shack" and "Rock Lobster"...yeah. And it was actually a very scary dream, we were being kept against our will in Fred Schneider's basement, which oddly enough was on campus at school and right next to the PAC.
There is no explanation for this dream. I haven't listened to the B-52's in forever, nor do I think about Fred Schneider on a regular basis or ever at all.
My Stevie Nicks tickets still haven't come in the mail yet. I'm wondering if a disgruntled postal worker stole them.
The Boy Next Door no longer works next door. He got another job. He called me today.
He: "I thought you worked at one today."
Me: "Nay, I go in at four."
He: "I found that out when I went in to see you and Doug said you didn't come in until four."
Me: "I told you that."
He: "I got my tattoo."
Me: "Oh, God."
I don't think I like him as much as I thought I did. I mean, he's definitely my pal, but I just don't need to be dating anyone right now, me thinks.
I haven't had a voice lesson in a month. I think my teacher has forgotten I exist, or at least forgotten to call me and let me know my new lesson time. I'm tired of calling and leaving messages and not hearing back. I know that's just how they operate, though, and eventually I'll get ahold of him, even if it takes Kay or me going over there and being like "...Remember us?"
I'll probably call him tomorrow though.
I've been wanting to sing "Colored Lights" for like a week.
Well...I'm going to have a PopTart and make some Liza icons because Photoshop owns my soul.
Now he's awake. And attacking the keyboard.
( Cats can type too... )
I keep forgetting to post about this. The other night I had a dream that Kay and I were taken hostage by Fred Schneider of the B-52's. You know, the band that sang "Love Shack" and "Rock Lobster"...yeah. And it was actually a very scary dream, we were being kept against our will in Fred Schneider's basement, which oddly enough was on campus at school and right next to the PAC.
There is no explanation for this dream. I haven't listened to the B-52's in forever, nor do I think about Fred Schneider on a regular basis or ever at all.
My Stevie Nicks tickets still haven't come in the mail yet. I'm wondering if a disgruntled postal worker stole them.
The Boy Next Door no longer works next door. He got another job. He called me today.
He: "I thought you worked at one today."
Me: "Nay, I go in at four."
He: "I found that out when I went in to see you and Doug said you didn't come in until four."
Me: "I told you that."
He: "I got my tattoo."
Me: "Oh, God."
I don't think I like him as much as I thought I did. I mean, he's definitely my pal, but I just don't need to be dating anyone right now, me thinks.
I haven't had a voice lesson in a month. I think my teacher has forgotten I exist, or at least forgotten to call me and let me know my new lesson time. I'm tired of calling and leaving messages and not hearing back. I know that's just how they operate, though, and eventually I'll get ahold of him, even if it takes Kay or me going over there and being like "...Remember us?"
I'll probably call him tomorrow though.
I've been wanting to sing "Colored Lights" for like a week.
Well...I'm going to have a PopTart and make some Liza icons because Photoshop owns my soul.
-
content - Isn't This Better --Karen Ziemba, "...The World Goes 'Round"
June 17th, 2005
...to Debbie Harry of Blondie:
Deb, you do realize that the majority of the lyrics in your lovely song "Rapture" make NO SENSE AT ALL, right? Because you're talking about a man from mars eating cars and bars and guitars. And that's just silly.
Deb, you do realize that the majority of the lyrics in your lovely song "Rapture" make NO SENSE AT ALL, right? Because you're talking about a man from mars eating cars and bars and guitars. And that's just silly.
confusedJune 14th, 2005
And I just spent the past...erm, long time creating a Liza Minnelli LJ community.
I hope I'm not the only member.
Look, I made a pretty promo banner:
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
lizamayminnelli
So you should join.
Pretty please.
If you love me, you'll do it.
If you love Liza, you'll do it.
If you kind of like me or Liza, you should do it anyway.
Tomorrow I get paid. Score.
That means I can stop in and see if The Boy Next Door is working. Score.
Am I growing a heart or something? I actually LIKE someone? Maybe I'm dying. I should get that checked out.
I hope I'm not the only member.
Look, I made a pretty promo banner:
lizamayminnelliSo you should join.
Pretty please.
If you love me, you'll do it.
If you love Liza, you'll do it.
If you kind of like me or Liza, you should do it anyway.
Tomorrow I get paid. Score.
That means I can stop in and see if The Boy Next Door is working. Score.
Am I growing a heart or something? I actually LIKE someone? Maybe I'm dying. I should get that checked out.
accomplishedJune 9th, 2005
I love Ashley because...
ClassicFilmBroad: whatever. i'm a munchkin with speaking lines so she can eat me.
And the other quote of the day:
"The family that gambles together stays together." - my mother, as we sat outside in the (extremely horrible and overwhelming) heat watching the horses race at Churchill Downs this afternoon
And also, all day I have NOT been able to get this verse out of my head:
"Now, if my name were Ada, I'd be Ada--even BACKWARDS, I'd be Ada!"
ClassicFilmBroad: whatever. i'm a munchkin with speaking lines so she can eat me.
And the other quote of the day:
"The family that gambles together stays together." - my mother, as we sat outside in the (extremely horrible and overwhelming) heat watching the horses race at Churchill Downs this afternoon
And also, all day I have NOT been able to get this verse out of my head:
"Now, if my name were Ada, I'd be Ada--even BACKWARDS, I'd be Ada!"
June 5th, 2005
Tonight I met a gay man who told me that John Kander is coming to the university he teaches at next year. And I nearly peed m'self. WHY NOT ME???? Bah.
Not that I would really know what to say if I met John Kander. I would probably just cry and make a fool of myself. As I tend to do when face to face with folks of the celebrity type.
HAPPY TONY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(As in Tony Awards, not...Tony Danza.)
Went to my voice teacher's performance group kids' showcase tonight. Kay and I both agreed it was better than last year...and some of those kids are really pretty good. One of the girls from my old high school (she graduated this year) was in it and I just adored watching her--she's improved so much from when I first met her. She's still got a lot to work on but who doesn't, you know? Kay still doesn't think she's very good but I guess I feel for her a little because she kind of reminds me of myself.
Watching them, I realized once again how much I missed when I was young--sometimes I feel like I started too late in the game even though I didn't, really, I did dance and all that stuff since I was little but I was never particularly good in any one area except tap...and lessons are so expensive, I understood why my parents didn't want to keep paying for me after my tap teacher quit teaching. In high school I really got into the Fosse stuff that we did in musical theatre class, but I've never been GREAT at it. And some of the kids in that show tonight could really dance...my voice teacher says I can jump in to the dance classes on Saturdays anytime, and I would except that I work pretty much every Saturday.
I just don't know what I'm doing with myself anymore. Geez Louise.
Now I am going to have a PopTart and watch Nick at Nite. And finish talking to Nate, because I miss him oodles and boodles.
Not that I would really know what to say if I met John Kander. I would probably just cry and make a fool of myself. As I tend to do when face to face with folks of the celebrity type.
HAPPY TONY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(As in Tony Awards, not...Tony Danza.)
Went to my voice teacher's performance group kids' showcase tonight. Kay and I both agreed it was better than last year...and some of those kids are really pretty good. One of the girls from my old high school (she graduated this year) was in it and I just adored watching her--she's improved so much from when I first met her. She's still got a lot to work on but who doesn't, you know? Kay still doesn't think she's very good but I guess I feel for her a little because she kind of reminds me of myself.
Watching them, I realized once again how much I missed when I was young--sometimes I feel like I started too late in the game even though I didn't, really, I did dance and all that stuff since I was little but I was never particularly good in any one area except tap...and lessons are so expensive, I understood why my parents didn't want to keep paying for me after my tap teacher quit teaching. In high school I really got into the Fosse stuff that we did in musical theatre class, but I've never been GREAT at it. And some of the kids in that show tonight could really dance...my voice teacher says I can jump in to the dance classes on Saturdays anytime, and I would except that I work pretty much every Saturday.
I just don't know what I'm doing with myself anymore. Geez Louise.
Now I am going to have a PopTart and watch Nick at Nite. And finish talking to Nate, because I miss him oodles and boodles.
May 29th, 2005
Ashley and I have created a community. SO FREAKING JOIN IT. JOAN BLONDELL IS TELLING YOU TO.
screenbeauties
But DON'T fill out the survey until we've built up our membership enough for ample voting! We will give the go-ahead for survey business on the community once we feel we have enough members.
screenbeauties
But DON'T fill out the survey until we've built up our membership enough for ample voting! We will give the go-ahead for survey business on the community once we feel we have enough members.May 26th, 2005
May 20th, 2005
Hello LiveJournal. I have neglected you and for that I apologize.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's all.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's all.
January 29th, 2005
Ashley is so smart:
ClassicFilmBroad: I've often wondered what one does with a Sociology degree. Obviously, they become Dinah Shore.
ClassicFilmBroad: I've often wondered what one does with a Sociology degree. Obviously, they become Dinah Shore.
January 27th, 2005
Hello, LiveJournal which I have not updated in a very long time. Perhaps it's because only like two people read this. And probably not even two anymore, because Stef doesn't have her internet. So looks like it's just you, Ashley!
Ho hum, pig's bum. Will & Grace isn't on tonight and I'm sad. Howevah. Liza's going to be on not just one, but TWO more episodes of AD this season! Next week AND the week after!
I've found a whole crapload of stuff on eBay that I really want, making it another crapload of stuff that I can't afford. But I feel I need it for my little museum that's beginning to form. I totally NEED like eight trillion Liza magazines. I really totally need to insure my collection o' stuff in case anything odd should ever happen, like fire or water or...I don't know, a rabid koala attack.
Shut up. I hear you laughing. We do TOO have rabid koalas in Indiana.
I have to buy groooooceries tonight so I can have fooood to eat. This is semi-exciting because I can go buy groceries at the NEW Super WalMart that's like two minutes from the apartment and it is GIGUNDOUS and even bigger than the one on the east side.
Sigh. I'm confused by several things at the moment.
Perhaps I'll elaborate later. Perhaps not. Stay tuned.
That sounded retardo.
Ho hum, pig's bum. Will & Grace isn't on tonight and I'm sad. Howevah. Liza's going to be on not just one, but TWO more episodes of AD this season! Next week AND the week after!
I've found a whole crapload of stuff on eBay that I really want, making it another crapload of stuff that I can't afford. But I feel I need it for my little museum that's beginning to form. I totally NEED like eight trillion Liza magazines. I really totally need to insure my collection o' stuff in case anything odd should ever happen, like fire or water or...I don't know, a rabid koala attack.
Shut up. I hear you laughing. We do TOO have rabid koalas in Indiana.
I have to buy groooooceries tonight so I can have fooood to eat. This is semi-exciting because I can go buy groceries at the NEW Super WalMart that's like two minutes from the apartment and it is GIGUNDOUS and even bigger than the one on the east side.
Sigh. I'm confused by several things at the moment.
Perhaps I'll elaborate later. Perhaps not. Stay tuned.
That sounded retardo.
geekyJanuary 10th, 2005
Yes, I am watching Frank, Liza & Sammy: the Ultimate Event! (There really is an exclamation point after the title on the cover of the VHS). Liza is singing the sign language song, which for some reason I really don't like and tend to fast-forward through.
I'm all moved into the new apartment. I have yet to see my roommate. This is a good thing as I think she will detest me--not only am I a friend of Jennifer's, but I have a) moved into what was formerly her own room and b) have covered my side of the room with all my memorabilia and photos and such.
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I'm
NOT
goin' like Ellllllssssiieeee...
Classes start tomorrow. Kay and I will be in line at the crack of dawn (or 8 a.m., whatever) to get our schedules altered.
"You guys'll team up and do that, and that ain't fair!" --what Sammy says to Frank and Liza when the intro to "New York, New York" begins
Now Sammy is singing about talking to animals. I love him. Oh my God, how I love him. He just did the Michael Jackson crotch-grab thing.
I SHOULD GO TO BED AND NOT BE UP WATCHING THIS. I HAVE TO BE UP IN LIKE FOUR HOURS. BUT HERE I AM ANYWAY.
My hair is seriously short enough right now that I could do it the way Liza's is on this video. Maybe one day I will, and I'll wear my false eyelashes and Liza-fy my makeup and scare the hell out of everybody. Or they'd just have me committed. Whatevah.
Tonight I saw a guy in a jester hat do a Chinese fire-drill at two different stoplights. The first time I thought I was possibly hallucinating. The second time I realized, nope, I wasn't. It was very odd.
OH THEY'RE DOING A MINI-KICKLINE. I LOVE THEM SO. Someone should hire me to do commentary for this. SAMMY I LOVE YOU.
THIS MESSAGE IS FOR STEFANIE (my favorite New Yawker):
I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU AND I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME STARTING YOUR NEW YORK LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good gravy. I'm so done now.
I'm all moved into the new apartment. I have yet to see my roommate. This is a good thing as I think she will detest me--not only am I a friend of Jennifer's, but I have a) moved into what was formerly her own room and b) have covered my side of the room with all my memorabilia and photos and such.
I made my mind up back in Chelsea
When I gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I'm
NOT
goin' like Ellllllssssiieeee...
Classes start tomorrow. Kay and I will be in line at the crack of dawn (or 8 a.m., whatever) to get our schedules altered.
"You guys'll team up and do that, and that ain't fair!" --what Sammy says to Frank and Liza when the intro to "New York, New York" begins
Now Sammy is singing about talking to animals. I love him. Oh my God, how I love him. He just did the Michael Jackson crotch-grab thing.
I SHOULD GO TO BED AND NOT BE UP WATCHING THIS. I HAVE TO BE UP IN LIKE FOUR HOURS. BUT HERE I AM ANYWAY.
My hair is seriously short enough right now that I could do it the way Liza's is on this video. Maybe one day I will, and I'll wear my false eyelashes and Liza-fy my makeup and scare the hell out of everybody. Or they'd just have me committed. Whatevah.
Tonight I saw a guy in a jester hat do a Chinese fire-drill at two different stoplights. The first time I thought I was possibly hallucinating. The second time I realized, nope, I wasn't. It was very odd.
OH THEY'RE DOING A MINI-KICKLINE. I LOVE THEM SO. Someone should hire me to do commentary for this. SAMMY I LOVE YOU.
THIS MESSAGE IS FOR STEFANIE (my favorite New Yawker):
I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU AND I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME STARTING YOUR NEW YORK LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good gravy. I'm so done now.
awake