Erin's Journal

Ok, so I'm going on vacation next week, and one thing I can never do without while on vacation is a good book. Or two. Or five. So what have you read lately that's good? Actually, it doesn't even have to be good, as long as it's entertaining. :)

Two separate people brought me unasked for free coffee from Starbucks today. It was very nice of them and all, but now I am extra wired and anxious and jumpy and generally wonky in the head, and can’t concentrate on anything.

I’m getting my hair cut tonight, and that is also making me anxious. I HATE getting my hair cut. Something about the whole process makes me feel even more awkward and full of social anxiety than usual. There is the small talk, which I am bad at, and the explaining what I want done to my hair, which I am also bad at.

I am so very bored with my hair, but I will still probably come out looking exactly the same. Sigh. I’m such a wuss when it comes to my hair—I’ve been faking bangs in the mirror all week, but I don’t think I have the guts to actually have it done.

For the last 3 days I haven’t been sleeping well at all. I don’t know if it’s that Dave was out of town, or what, but I’ve been having trouble getting to sleep, and waking up during the night, and generally feeling like a zombie. So while there is probably something useful I could be doing right now, I’d rather stare into space and watch the snow. I’m on the 29^th floor in a big office building and something about the wind between the buildings makes it look like it’s snowing up instead of down.

-ran into Tony (a.k.a. Best Landlord Ever and owner of Best Apartment Ever) at said benefit while wearing a fruit hat

I also didn’t get to the gym at all, which it kind of strange. I’ve been really good for the last month about going 3 days a week, and then after Friday I just stopped. I’m not sure whether it’s because I met the goal I had in my head of working out 3 days a week for a month, or whether it’s that my schedule was thrown off by Dave not being here, or some other reason, but I don’t feel good about it. And actually, I wonder if not working out might be contributing to my lack of sleep and zombiefication. It’s a thought.

On a completely unrelated tangent, let me point you toward the Belmont Burlesque YouTube channel. NSFW boobies, obviously. I’ve got my Hula Girl number, Christmassy number and In Your Wildest Dreams up.

Why does Old Navy want everybody to look pregnant? All of their new dresses and tops are weird and poofy, like so. It is both weird and irritating.

Well, I'm back from the interview. It was short. I don't THINK it was short in a bad way. I think it was short in a "we already decided we like you, so there's no point in sitting here all day" sort of way. The woman said that they would check my references, and get back to me in a day or so. That's good, right?

Also, apparently I am not very sneaky, because as soon as I came back and sat at my desk, one of the sub-leasers, who I don't actually work for, walked by and said "How was the interview?" Apparently I am dressed too nice. :)

I'm usually more of clicky-quiz person than a meme person, mostly because I'm lazy, but since

aynatonal asked so nicely...

"Bloggers must post these rules and provide eight random facts about themselves. In the post, the tagged blogger tags eight other bloggers and notify them that they have been tagged."

1) I'm really passionate about animal adoption, and I very strongly believe that when you adopt a pet, you are adding a new member of the family, and you are making a commitment for as long as that pet lives. If you're planning on having children within the next 10-20 years, going abroad, etc., think about that before you bring an animal into your home.

2) That being said, the adoption of two red-eared slider turtles (life expectancy in captivity anywhere from 20 to 70 years) probably was not the most intelligent decision I ever made.

3) When I was in third and fourth grade, me and a couple of friends played Little House on the Prarie every day at lunch. No, not the the TV show (I've never seen it), the books. I liked being Mary because it meant I got to pretend to be blind.

4) Whenever I get on an elevator with someone else and get off the elevator before they do, I feel like I've won a race.

5) I sing lots of songs to/about my dog Rocky. They are always sung to the tune of other songs, always really, really stupid, and always about the following facts:

1. Rocky is a dog.
2. He has a doggy face.
3. He has a lot of fur.
4. Sometimes, he is an asshole.

6) My dream house is a house on the river in Ravenswood Manor.

7) I read a LOT. I have to have a book to read on the train everyday, and in bed before I go to sleep. However, I often don't retain much of what I read unless I'm specifically trying to do so. On the plus side, this means I can enjoy reading the same books over and over again.

8) My favorite books in Junior High and the first two years of high school were The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley and the Dragonrider books by Anne McCaffrey. In retrospect, this is somewhat embarrassing.

Ok! I'm going to tag

queenazura ,

anisky ,

hellspoette ,

dilbertthefrog ,

magikmama ,

truver ,

sarahkucera , and

learningtofly .

DO IT! Or, you know, not.

It should be a great time, and I would love it if everyone could come and cheer me and Rebecca (a.k.a. Violet Vogue) on!

When: Sunday, June 3rd, 7:00 p.m. Doors open at 6:30.
Where: Chopin Theater, 1543 W. Division (Division and Ashland)
Why: Because boobies are great! And sparkly boobies are even better!

We had our dress rehearsal last night and seriously, it's going to be an awesome show. I hope you can make it!

I can't get the quiz to not give me modest as an attribute. Really, I'm not that modest in any sense of the word. I take my clothes off in public and I think I'm fairly fabulous. The daemon generator is pretty cool all the same...I suggest you check it out if you have any interest in the books at all.

I really hope they don't fuck up this movie...I'm really very fond of this trilogy, despite the third book being kinda...eh.

I’m under absolutely no illusions that this stuff is interesting to anyone who isn’t me, so I’m putting it under a cut. Feel free to skim past. I just figure that a once a week report that people can actually see, if they feel so inclined, might help keep me motivated.

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In other news, on Saturday I accidentally bought what was truly the most disgusting cheese I have tasted. It tasted like earwax and ass. As someone who has never met a cheese she didn’t like, I feel somewhat personally betrayed.

I currently have about 40 old Bozo the Clown tapes in my office for a case I'm working on. If only I had a Betamax player- I could be watching episodes like "Clank the Robot" and "Monkey's Uncle" right now.

Sigh.

The temp receptionist didn’t show up, so I have to answer the phones and type for the crochety 80 year old lawyer who can barely use the phone, let alone a computer.

My leg still hurts when I put weight on it. I’ve got a bruise about the size of my palm that’s turning some very entertaining colors. Last week I totally slacked on working out, and I was hoping to somewhat make up for it this week, but that’s not looking so good. Maybe I can at least do some upper body free weights but the treadmill’s definitely out. Maybe the elliptical?

I’ve run out of money and there’s still 3 days until I get paid.

The Illinois EPA is closed for Lincoln’s Birthday (NOT A REAL HOLIDAY!) so I can’t check with them to make sure that my license is un-suspended.

Oh, I didn’t tell that story. My license got suspended because I didn’t get an emissions test on the car that got totaled a year and a half ago. I admit it was partially my fault for not straightening it out sooner. In a stunning display of incompetence, the Notice of Suspension was sent to my old address, even though I changed my address with the Secretary of State a year ago. I was really lucky that Rebecca was still living there, or I’d probably be driving around on a suspended license right now without knowing it.

And more snow’s coming.

Generally, I’m feeling like a whiny teenager. I want to yell “IT”S NOT FAIR! I HATE EVERYTHING!” and run to my room and slam the door and play some music really loud that expresses my oh-so-deep inner pain. But I’m an grown-up now, so I can’t. Being a grown-up sucks sometimes.

I am fucking tired. For some reason I fell asleep halfway through the Superbowl and woke up around 10 p.m., and then stayed awake until 4. Bleh. It doesn’t matter how much coffee I drink, it’s not helping. Luckily it’s a slow day at work, so I can just scan documents onto the server in a lackluster sort of way, and tell myself that I’m working.

I find it entertaining that pretty much everyone in Chicago who’s posted today has used the phrase “fucking cold.” It IS fucking cold. It’s the kind of cold that cannot be properly described without obscenity. We do not have enough degrees. Give us some more degrees, please.

And yes, I suppose that it’s worth mentioning that I haven’t posted since November. Whatever. Anyway, I’m still around, I’m just lurky.

Ok, not really an emergency, but if anyone has black suspenders they could loan me for friday (tomorrow? argh...), I would very much appreciate it. I was planning to get some off of ebay, but the whole getting married and going on a honeymoon thing distracted me.

Help?

I’m awake. I don’t want to be awake. My eyes hurt, and I need sleep. Unfortunately I have the jitters in the literal sense, where I feel like I’ve drunk about 10 cups of coffee and am ready to bounce off the walls.

I miss my dog. I dropped him off at the vet this morning (and was totally inappropriately emotional about it)- they’re going to take care of him while we’re on the honeymoon.. I feel like if he was here to curl up with me, I could fall asleep. This is probably entirely incorrect.

Everything is lovely. Everything will be lovely. If only I could sleep. Dammit.

Also, if only I had bothered to write in a journal Live or otherwise, while everything was going on this last year. It would be nice to have.

Sleep. The cat is sleeping. Dave is sleeping. He is more talented than I am at the art of sleeping. Ok. Sleep.

And now, all of the sudden, for the first time ever that I have noticed, the people who live under us are being noisy. Awesome.

Nobody is going to comment, because you all are thinking right now, Dude. Is she high or something? But no. Just tired. And awake.

And now? Now I stop this whole strange stream of consciousness type thing and try to go to sleep again.

I have been running into everything lately. The dog gate. The dining room table. The edge of my cubicle. The doorway. I don’t know why I’m so off spatially this week, unless it’s because I’m Trixie-ing tonight, and nothing’s more sexy that lots of bruises. Yes.

Oh, and yes, I’m Trixie-ing tonight! I haven’t done it in a while, and I’m excited to try out some of the things I’ve been learning at burlesque class, and you know, take off my clothes in front of an Come see the show, at the Music Box, midnight. It’s good times. Since I’m doing just the underwear part of Janet, this is totally my all underwear, all the time show.

Gotta get back to work. Since my status at work changed, I’ve hardly had any time to goof off on teh internets. ‘Tis sad. ‘Tis very sad.

Man, what a week.

The day after the con, Rocky the dog was, grossly, disgustingly sick. Poop all over the place. I stayed home from work Tuesday to take him to the vet, who fixed him right up. Rocky’s a bit of delicate flower of a dog. Probably the stress of having different people take care of him messed with his system. Of course, Dave was sick too, so the early part of the week was just fun for EVERYONE. I have to admit that, except for the, you know, cleaning up of dog shit in the house multiple times, taking the dog’s temperature (in the butt!), and the couple hundred the vet cost me, staying home, napping and hanging out with Rocky was kinda nice.

Around 10:30 last night Dave decided he had to have file drawers to organize our papers RIGHT THIS SECOND, so we made a late night trip to Meijers. Love! It reminded me of when we used to wander around Super-K in the middle of the night. I totally miss Super-K. We bought a bunch of stuff we didn’t necessarily need, which is in my mind what wandering around big-box stores in the middle of the night is all about.

Dog shit and Meijers. Yes, my life is glamorous and exciting.

Friday

Woke up and went out to buy hot rollers so that I could give myself some decent Yvette hair, then stayed in the H/B suite for a bit before Shock Treatment rehearsal. I played Neely, so yet again I was pretty non-essential. I went up after about an hour to do my hair and duct tape my boobs into proper cleavage-ness. It worked pretty well, if I do say so myself. I found out about 45 minutes before the show that the girl who was going to split Yvette with me decided that she didn’t want to do it after all. I understand if she felt weird about being the only ones splitting the part, but she could have given me a little more notice, yes? I hadn’t actually watched or rehearsed the 2nd half of the movie at all, because I wasn’t planning to be in it. I ended up missing one of my cues, but since I hadn’t watched that part of the movie since November, I’m not beating myself up about it too much. And I thought that in general, Clue looked pretty good.

After Clue was the 20’s party/vaudeville show/live band karaoke. I signed up to sing Madonna’s “Borderline,” then immediately regretted it, but I was just a little bit too proud to wuss out. Just before it was time to go up there, I ran into Natanya from the Belmont Bombshells. I told her what a fan I was, she asked if I danced. I think I said I was an aspiring dancer—she said I should totally try out to perform with them. So then I was even MORE nervous. It’s hard to say how it actually went—I felt like a total doofus, but a couple people said I was good, so it’s hard to say. Natanya did come by and give me her card later, so I guess I couldn’t have looked too hideous up there. I’m undecided on whether I’m actually going to try and put something together and audition—we’ll see.

I was actually kind of amazed at how much fun Shock Treatment was. To be honest, I’ve never been a huge Shock Treatment fan. But the performers were so good, and the energy in the audience was so great with everyone singing along, that I couldn’t help really getting into it.

Then I slept though most of Kung Fu night. I suck. I could tell it was really funny—I just couldn’t wake up enough to actually watch it. We ended up taking a cab home because I couldn’t handle walking back to the Red line in heels. I went back to the room right when we got back, but I didn’t get to sleep until around 4.

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