A Lack of Response

Reposted and a little news...

2009-09-19T03:24:14Z

For the handful of my friends list who went to Dragon*Con, I just found out about a friend of a friend's <a href="http://brute-force.livejournal.com/127377.html?view=1199249>predicament</a>. A piece of artwork that he made that was to be on exhibit in a museum next month was stolen from him while at the con. In other news, I'm alive, still a little hurty, but alive. I spent two days with my sister earlier this week, and it was awesome. I miss being around fellow nerds. Next up, a three show day.

dragonflora @ 2009-08-13T15:47:00

2009-08-13T19:59:41Z

The ankle is doing better, or was until I overdid it on Tuesday, and then tripped last night getting up to use the bathroom. It's not terribly happy right now.

In other news, I have discovered that I leave on the 4th, that my friends love me (they feed me, game me, booze me, take me to book and fabric stores, and provide sanity and Anthony Stewart Head as a singing murderer; their love apparently goes deep, and I do not understand it, but I will accept it), sitting around does nothing for your sleep schedule, and that my family members are more dramatic than my skaters.

Confusion abounds!

2009-08-05T18:52:41Z

So. Before my butt got shipped home, and before I injured myself. I was helping a performer with her gators that hook under her skate boot. She was goofing off, and lost her balance and fell on me. Not a problem usually. She's a skinny thing and might weigh as much as a thanksgiving turkey on a good day. But, well, she happened to be in a fat suit. And had problems getting up, and I was pinned at an angle.

I had to file a workers comp form, just in case (I got lectured and have to file one everytime I might remotely hurt myself. My tour coordinator gets at least 1 a week from me. Usually 2, sometimes 3 if it's really bad. I stopped filing for my litte falls on the ice, even though...okay yeah, tangent). I filed the form and promptly forgot about it. Until today, when I get a form to fill out and send back into Virginia's Worker's Comp. Keep in mind that this happened just 4 days before I busted my ~~ass~~ ankle on the stairs; so I sat there very very confused about what the hell I need to do about insurance claims for my ankle and worrying that I've sent them off and blah blah blah. So after a few phone calls, and then writing an email...I remember this little form I filled out. So I make another phone call and lo and behold: it was for being fallen on. Not falling down the stairs. That's still my fault.

The moral of this story is: don't be accident prone. It makes filling out forms very confusing which make you irritable. And no one likes a cranky Emi.

dragonflora @ 2009-07-23T23:50:00

2009-07-24T04:56:15Z

So I am apparently broken enough to warrant going home. Because all I do is sit in the wardrobe office and sew. I can't do my show track, because that involves getting up and down off the floor to fasten hooks under skates and getting someone into and out of a squid costume, and then immediately into and out of a pig costume.

Basically, I'm pretty useless except for keeping ahead of repairs. So, I go home. Missing out on some good money (international contracts are awesome, especially when the exchange rate is in our favor) but, I need to get better.

Stupid stairs. Stupid ankle.

I am in hell.

2009-07-18T02:03:21Z

Okay. So let's start off with some back info: I was told at refurb that I would be having to work with my old head wardrobe from the live show for Mexico. I love the guy, he is sweet and AMAZING at sewing. He can get fabric to do things that my costuming profs couldn't. He also annoys the shit out of me, and has a tendency to take over things and insist he's right. And then there's the fact that we were going to Mexico period...

Then mix in the stressors which made my break at home go oh so well and...well.

Well we get in, and things seem to go okay, the load in was taking longer, but we had the time. The guy I've had an interest in was showing some back, I was taking responsibility and doing things that needed to be done (so what if I was pulling twelve hour days!). And then well, I got sick with a sore ear and a fever. Got over that with three days of emergen-c and juice. Then the digestive issues came into play (and still are). And then rolled in the mixed signals (which no one can figure out, or at least not the people I've asked). Add in the normal cuts, bruises, and lack of sleep.

And now my bank is refusing to let me pay terra_firma over paypal. But is fine with Mexican ATMs...seriously, wtf.

Now last night, on my way to one of said ATMs in the lobby of my hotel (so that I could pay for my food from the 7-11 type store in cash), I somehow missed a stair, fell, and twisted my ankle. No big deal, right? I do this all the fucking time because I am accident prone despite all those years of dance. Well no, it swelled, and ice didn't help. And it hurt worse this morning. And so my employers sent me to the Mexican hospital--a place full of people, where you're a tourist attraction because not only do you not speak Spanish but you are very, very obviously not from here (thanks pale eyes and skin!)...very scary. At one point I think I was sitting in my wheelchair (because they weren't letting me up) holding my bag from work and the shoe off the bad foot and just crying. At another point four doctors walked into the little room I was in (thank the gods they kept the partition shut so people would stop staring) just to ask me how to say crutches. It was determined that I fucked up my ligaments really badly and they put me in a soft cast, gave me crutches and a prescription for pain killers that are stronger than aspirin (which is the only thing I can take thanks to my stomach being super bitchy) then sent me home.

After that there was no way I was going back to work even if they did say I could go back. Good thing too because, well, all those digestive issues decided that post-panic attack was a good time to try and right themselves.

I ran out of peanut butter and protein bars late last week. All I have left are stale saltines. Tomorrow is a three show day. And I have a soft cast and crutches.

I get home August 10th. It's only July 17th. At this rate, I just hope I make it.

dragonflora @ 2009-06-23T01:12:00

2009-06-23T05:22:51Z

So after an incredibly downtrodden day with a dash of rage thrown in earlier, I had a nice talk with blondefeste and got some worry, some rant, and some general insanity out, and thusly feel much better for it (Thank you, once again, by the by; you are awesome).

The talk also reminded me to make note to anyone who still reads this bit of tripe that calls itself an lj, that my city masquerading as a town has an Awesome St.

It really does. And it is, well, awesome. I want to live in one of the duplexes on it, so that I can say I live on Awesome St. My father says I should petition to have that particular block of Harrison renamed to Fantastic Blvd. So that I can live at the intersection of Awesome and Fantastic. Of course, when I was having a shitty day, I would despise my address, but I think that's a small price to pay.

dragonflora @ 2009-06-21T12:17:00

2009-06-21T16:21:01Z

Shower, eat lunch, then continue my cycle of saving Hyrule then destroying lives. (Twilight Princess + Sims3 = my Sunday afternoon). Tomorrow I have to be a responsible adult again with the Dr's appointments, the finances, and the packing. I leave Thursday. It was nice to see those that I got to see, and although I need to go back now (stupid awesome road trip, stupid fun renn faire, eating my monies), I'm still not ready.

dragonflora @ 2009-05-28T22:47:00

2009-05-29T02:55:24Z

I get home Saturday afternoon. I am home for about three and a half weeks...leaving the 24th of June or somewhere thereabouts. I have plans from the 12th-15th, but if people would like to hang out (that means you people in VA, seeing as I my NC friends know through Facebook), shoot me a line. Next time I'm home for more than a few days is in late July/early August, and after that I'm gone for who the hell knows how long.

It has been decided

2009-04-29T03:04:24Z

I do not have Dr. Pepper flavored brains.

My toe hurts.

2009-04-13T22:14:52Z

So, in the past two and a half days I have managed to do the following to my body:

-dance a couple of abrasions on my feet when I took my flip-flops off and danced to Flogging Molly in the parking lot at the company barbecue. No, I wasn't drunk, I was sober. But two of the guys were mocking me for tapping my feet along, and I was tired of being mocked all day. So I said "watch this." Yes, I realize it was stupid. But it was fun!

-Pull something in my back during the first show of a two-show + load out day.

-Catch my left big toe toenail on the metal plate at the bottom of the door leading into the hotel building, and getting up to my room with my tow covered in blood. It's currently a strange shade of purple. I've taken the nailpolish off of it and will be watching the color over the next couple of days in case it needs to come off. It makes walking very interesting.

But we're in these neat little suites with full kitchenettes, including ovens! I get a home cooked meal tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and after that! I'm also baking cookies. I'm hoping that I can use food to pretend like I'm not accident prone.

I'm still good at sowing the seeds of mischief, then getting to stand back and be entertained. This time it involved giving one of my two super soakers to the crew guys, and the other to the girl skaters. I just wish I hadn't forgotten my camera that morning.

The Chaos Around Me, the Devil That Hounds Me

2009-03-09T20:34:07Z

01.Three jobs I have had in my life:
Waitress, General Stage Crew, Wardrobe Bitch
02.Three movies I would watch over and over:
Labyrinth, Sweeney Todd, Titus
03.Three places I have lived in:
Tulsa, OK; Leesburg, VA; Cary, NC
04.Three shows that I watch:
(Ones on DVD count, right?) Firefly, Moonlight, Angel
05.Three places I have been to:
Mexico City, Rosario, San Juan
06.Three people who e-mail me regularly:
My mom, my Dad, my bank (I'm really kind of pathetic)
07.Three of my favorite foods:
Sushi, Beer, chocolate
08.Three places I'd rather be in right now:
Home-home (as opposed to hotel-home), in my car (which is no longer my car), asleep in someone's arms
09.Three friends to tag:
whoever, anyone, you
10.Three things I am looking forward to this year:
Mexico (again)!, Oklahoma City, the break in May
11. Three people of the opposite sex I have cried over:
Stephen, Chris, and four others who may occasionally read my lj, so I am uncomfortable calling them out.
12. Three favorite beverages:
Beer, Wine, Dr. Pepper
13. Three future children's names:
(should hell freeze over and I decide to breed/adopt a child) Joel, Miranda, Emerald

Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own entry, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real . . . nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.

1. What is your name: Emily
2. A four Letter Word: Easy
3. A boy's Name: Eugene (I know what some of you want me to put down, and that’s a big fuck no)
4. A girl's Name: Emelia
5. An occupation: Entry-level Administrator
6. A color: Emerald green
7. Something you wear: Earrings
9. A food: Eggplant cassarole
10. Something found in the bathroom: Exfoliating wash-gloves
11. A place: England
12. A reason for being late: Exhaustion brought on from the drunken debauchery the night before
13. Something you shout: EVIL WHORE! (this is what about half my crew and a third of my cast get called on a daily basis)
14. A movie title: Evil Dead
15. Something you drink: Everclear (although not anymore. ugh, my liver rebels)
16. A musical group: Eurythmics
17. An animal: Emu :D
18. A street name: East 75th St. (It’s everywhere, but the one I’m thinking of is in Tulsa)
19. A type of car: Elantra
20. Name of a song: Engrish Bwudd (by ManMan. crazy ass song that is a lot of fun)

Your result for Which Were Animal Would You Be? Test...

You are a Were-Bear!

70% bear, 30% wolf, 20% horse, 40% tiger, 10% leopard, 20% fox and 50% rat!

Bears are predators. Unlike other animals as a were bear you will see colors, have an excellent memory, and be very social. You will keep your intelligence, but you will be very curious wanting to explore your new body and strength. When you want something nothing will keep you from getting it. Contrary to popular belief bears are not mean and malicious beasts. They are very gentle, affectionate, and devoted to their young. They communicate using body language.

Take Which Were Animal Would You Be? Test at HelloQuizzy

So I suppose I better provide a real update.

Work has been going. I am still not quite sure where I fit in here, and I just…can’t seem to reach out to people, and they sure as hell aren’t reaching out to me (which I believe they need to do first). It’s incredibly frustrating. I don’t know what to do about it either. But then, I haven’t been very good about making friends or opening up for… 4, 5 years now? I think I forgot how. I’ve discovered that I desire romance, but that I’m far too high in my standards, or maybe I’m just using what is around me for my own needs. I am very upfront in that I desire nothing long term with them. Or maybe I do, but am too scared to admit to it. Can’t figure my own head out...

So instead, I’ve taken to hiding behind the turmoil that my family is currently going through. One grandfather has cancer, and while he started chemo, they aren’t going to let him finish because he lost too much weight in the first week. Then there is the dispute between my father and his brother over said grandfather’s money, and said brother’s mooching/lack of attention. To be fair, as closetgnome pointed out to me, you don’t see how people degenerate when you are around them everyday, but…something about the entire situation infuriates me. Some of it, I realize, is because the memory of my grandfather and how he was is so much more important to me than I ever realized. He was one of the most important people in my early life, and had a hand in shaping who I’ve become, for ill or good. He’s part of my world and I tried so hard to distance myself from my family for so long. And now I wish I had just gotten over myself and spent just some extra time when they were still them. But then, that’s what happens when you get older (I won’t say grown up, because that’s something I am not), you start to regret what you didn’t do, as opposed to what you did, I suppose. This isn’t even getting into the immediate family issues, which I still try to ignore, but it’s like ignoring the elephant taking a shit in your living room. The smell will eventually get to you if nothing else does.

Then, two days ago, I fell twice. Once on concrete when I slipped in a pool of water, and then again on the ice, in the same place. My ass is bruised, but I also landed on my elbows and my back has been jacked the fuck up because of it. I sleep on a heating pad (that has an auto shut off, I’m not incredibly stupid, just mostly), and it helps. I’m a little stiff in the morning, but as the day goes on, I hurt more and more. And then with load out and moving crates, taking apart heavy metal racks; not to mention the daily lifting of a very heavy costume…uhm, yeah. I hurt.

/whine

There are good things too, I swear to god(s)(ess)!

I did get to meet cabaretlights for the first time in all the years I have known her…which is somewhere around 7 or 8 years. And the meeting of minds that was had, OMG. Our conversation was trivial on some levels, a superficial public catching up and learning about each other’s real lives. But at the same time, I at least felt as though we were getting the words that came in between breaths, and the sub-context where all words mean something that they don’t. It was like a good, familiar book that changes every time you read it. It was amazing, and I have felt the stirring of words and ideas ever since. A dormant creature inside finally waking up again.

I’m sure it will irk closetgnome, but I have lost somewhere between 30-40 lbs since this time last year. I don’t really know how. I drink all the time, sometimes only get a couple hours of sleep (usually after drinking a lot). But then, I eat only one full meal about every two days and I snack other times. I lift heavy costumes and walk around the venue a lot. I sit only to repair and in between shows run around making sure things are set. And I usually go and explore by myself, which means lots of walking. It’s not a healthy lifestyle, and I’m certainly not as toned as I would like to be, and still want to lose more weight, but it was a nice shock to get on the scale when I was home for four days in February.

I realized last month that I overbudgeted in some areas and had extra cash. So, I went and got a wii. and I have Zelda again. That is a happy happy happy thing. I’ll just replace the people with video games. *nodnod*

I occasionally get laid now, too. (Sorry Gnomey, I know, TMI). Although that string of luck might be coming to an end, thanks to previously mentioned inability to put myself out there emotionally.

That’s the longest LJ post I have made in years, I believe. So, now you all know. What’s up with you guys?

Baaaa

2009-01-10T06:34:33Z

Your result for The Heart Test...

Patron Saint's Heart

You are 20% Independent, 40% Idealistic, 40% Intimate, and 60% Indulgent!

The Patron Saint's Heart

Dependent, Realistic, Passionate, Indulgent

You are the most protective of hearts, the Patron Saint. You crave love and value harmony with your match. You are passionate and rambunctious, but at the same time you are observant and down-to-earth about your relationships. You care deeply for those you love and will watch over them as a guiding light. You are sensual and enjoy the fiery aspects of a relationship, but can also be needy and value you and your partner as one. For this reason, you will always be on guard to protect those you love.

Matches for the Patron Saint:

The Bleeding Heart

The Bleeding Heart craves love just as much as you do, and value harmony just as you. They are also passionate. Bleeding Hearts are more idealistic in their views, but you can very well appreciate such views, even if you don't agree with them. Bleeding Hearts need to be looked after, and will value a Patron Saint for being there for them<.br>

The Lonely Heart

The Lonely Heart shares all of your qualities, but is more intimate than passionate compared to you. However, this is a quality you can easily appreciate, and the Lonely Heart will cherish your protective and loving nature.

The Slave to Emotions

The Slave to Emotions shares your neediness and need for harmony in a relationship, but is more idealistic than you and values intimacy over passion. Both of these qualities you can appreciate, however, and the Slave will very much so appreciate your concern for them and will value your love greatly.

The Soldier of Fortune

The Soldier of Fortune is like you in ever way, though is a more self-absorbed and forthright than you are. You may appreciate such candor, and find that being with someone more explicit is a worthy challenge.

Your exact opposite is The Rebel's Heart.

Avoid Independents if you can. You are the type who needs someone to love you as much as you love them, and the Independent's tendency to be more of a loner can be difficult for you as a protector to take. Explicits may also be difficult for you to put up with, however, if you are willing to work at them (and being an indulgent you very well may be), you can make such relationships work. You might be the heart that is easiest to get along with, and can create a bond with anyone.

Take The Heart Test at HelloQuizzy

in other news, today has been one of "those" days. but at least I have a three show day to look forward to tomorrow. and I'm not being sarcastic either.

Ooby Dooby

2009-01-07T05:54:08Z

Stolen from megasus4. Because things are rough and I am bored.

Put your player on shuffle and hit the 'Next' button to get your answer to every question. You must indicate the title and artist, no matter how far-fetched it sounds. Tag people who might be interested in doing this same thing. No cheating.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"I Want You to Want Me" Cheap Trick

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" Eurythmics

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"(You Want to) Make a Memory" Bon Jovi

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"You Can Still Be Free" Savage Garden

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"If I Only Were a Goth" ThouShaltNot

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Drop In the Ocean" Michelle Branch

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"So Pure" Alanis Morissette

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"The Mummers' Dance" Loreena McKennit

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"If You're Gone" Matchbox Twenty

WHAT SONG WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Come What May" Nicole Kidman & Ewan McGregor (Moulin Rouge Soundtrack)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"Charlotte" Kittie

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Crying (duet with k.d. lang)" Roy Orbison

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
"Learning How to Smile" Everclear

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"The Cross" Within Temptation

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
"Just Push Play" Aerosmith

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
"Drink the Night Away" Gaelic Storm

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
"Walk This Way" Aerosmith

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
"Coraline" Rasputina

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
"Somewhere Out There" Our Lady Peace

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
"Adia" Sarah McLachlan

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
"Here We Go Again" Everclear

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
"Sean's Treasure" Irish Breakfast Band

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
"Ooby Dooby (Medley of '55 and '87 Version)" Roy Orbison

Not tagging. Have fun.

Reminding myself.

2008-12-16T00:13:52Z

I am not yet home, but am utilizing the airport's free internet.
I get home around 9pm, and from there I have to unpack, start laundry, pull out the other suitcase and start repacking. Sleep some, then up to do some serious fast shopping, and back to finish packing, then leave for the airport by 4pm-ish.

Less than 24 hours to pack for the next six months. It does help that I'll be stateside, thus able to easily find replacements/shop for what's needed...but it's still a little weird.

EDIT: although, it is nice that i can take a console system with me. :D

dragonflora @ 2008-12-14T21:35:00

2008-12-15T01:37:55Z

Urgh. For anyone who saw the earlier post which I took down two hours after putting up at an ungodly hour of the morning...I apologize.

I need to remember that lots of beer + my crew boys man-upping me thus resulting in drinking a lot + leaving my first tour = a sentimental, sappy, loving Emi. It kind of unnerves me.

So now I'm going to shower after my last load out with my tour, and then go help my Stage Manager kill a bottle of jack.

I love my boys, and will miss them terribly.

More like the vague note fairy rather than the cryptic

2008-12-11T05:37:23Z

I wonder what it would be like to be on tour for Christmas. Should probably try to imagine it more since it's beginning to look that way...

It is a good thing though! I swear!

More to follow when confirmations are made.

My crew is evil and awesome part II

2008-12-09T02:44:47Z

Part I is here

Okay. So I didn't see my severed foot until Buenos Aires, about three weeks later.

The day I found it, I had been watching the Head Sound and Head Props guys moving the PD's personal crate back and forth between two different places to make her think she's going crazy. They then glued the pink and blue confetti we use for the finale to the doors and sides.

About this time, I open up the laundry supply crate for stain remover, and lo and behold, I find my foot! So, being the very nice and generous person I am, I give it to the Head Props guy.

"This is great...but how can we make it a little better than just putting it there?" was the general problem. Which I solved by putting the foot in an empty Burger King (yes, they had them in Buenos Aires) bag, and handing the Head Props my supply of fake blood.

I could hear the screech almost all the way across the stage. My name was said very menacingly over the radio, but only once. I assume my boys took the blame.

She walks by and I ask "What happened?"

"They put that goddamn foot in my crate again!"
"I haven't seen that thing since Montevideo. I thought it was gone! I'm sorry!" I bite my lip and make what I hope is a sympathetic face and not a 'I'm about to bust out laughing' face.
"Oh shit, I left my jacket on top of my crate!"
"I'll go get it!"

I get out of earshot and start giggling. I am still giggling when I get over to the crate, where the guys are still standing and laughing.

"I have to get her jacket. It was kind of my fault after all..."
"Put the foot in the jacket!"
"I can't! I don't want to get in trouble!" Soooo not because I'm a nice person.
"Then I'll take her the jacket." the Head Props puts the foot in the sleeve, and shakes it so it settles and only makes the sleeve poofy. He fluffs out the other sleeve to make it look similar, then takes it over to where she's standing on the other side of the stage. I follow a ways behind, and make it look like I am about to pass when the following conversation happens:

"That damn foot is in the jacket isn't it?!"
"No, it's not, I swear." He then turns the jacket, the air catching the empty sleeve. It really does look empty. He's our props guy for a reason. He then folds it and hangs it over the stair rail, then steps back.

She so falls for it and takes it, putting her arm into the sleeve with the foot....

it was priceless. Stage manager laughing, crew laughing. She didn't find it so humorous at the time, but has vowed revenge on us all.

Here's hoping I get on an international tour.

Ask and ye shall receive (or, my crew is evil and awesome - pt. 1)

2008-12-02T21:13:58Z

Road stories have been requested, so I have decided to relate the tormenting of the Program Director by the crew.

The program director is the staff member that works closely with the cast. She's the one that watches for consistent fuck uppery, and the one that calls everyone out on it. She has her own crate the size of a small closet, and is grossed out by feet.

I found out about the foot thing before any of the other crew did. So, while home over the summer, I made a special trip out to Glen's and got a fake severed foot, and a small supply of fake blood (which would be augmented just before I left in October). So, on Halloween, I put the foot in a shopping bag and went skipping into the office. The conversation went something like this:

"Hi PD! I have a present for you!"
"Oh really?! That's nice!"
"Yup! Here you go!"
"OH GOD! *hides in a corner* TAKE IT AWAY!!!"
"What, you don't like it? You don't want it?"
"*PD runs out of the room, giving me a wide berth*"
{Mad cackling by me, the handful of cast and crew who witnessed it, the company manager, the financial controller, and the stage manager}

So, I then went and hid it in her crate. About 20 minutes after that:

"EMILY! GO REMOVE IT FROM MY CRATE!"
{Mad cackling resumes}

I took it out and met the very confused gaze of our head props guy, to whom I threw the severed foot. He started laughing, which caught the attention of the head sound guy. The two of them proceed to toss it back and forth like a football. PD walks by and gives all three of us a wide berth (really hard to do when I'm on one side of the doorway and they're on the other, but somehow she managed). The Stage Manager then comes over and grabs the foot from the head sound guy and throws it at the PD, who gets hit on the back, squeals, and runs away. The head sound guy picks it back up and walks away with it. I didn't see it again until Buenos Aires....

To be continued after I get some dinner, caffeine and video games.

dragonflora @ 2008-11-24T15:12:00

2008-11-24T20:15:53Z

You know you're a theater tech when you find one full roll of electrical tape, one third a roll, and about one eighth a roll, just randomly in your luggage.

Seriously. How they got there, I don't know.

dragonflora @ 2008-11-22T22:08:00

2008-11-23T03:18:34Z

I think I'm having a hard time readjusting to being back north. I mean, I was south of the Tropic of Capricorn, and it was getting sunnier and hotter and more wonderful...and now it's cold. There might be something about having a sinus and ear infection (I know, again) that lends itself to my apathy, but eh.

It is nice to be home in some ways. Like Thanksgiving. And good friends, who I have missed like crazy.

So, technically, this tour becomes a states tour after Dominican. For two months anyway, and then we don't know what will happen. I am very unhappy about this and begged to stay international. It's hard to explain, but it comes down to the fact that I feel I can grow into my own person much better when I am far away from my family. When I am confronted with decisions and have to make them on my own without so many different people piping in. But I am the youngest, so I recognize that it's just in everyone's nature to tell me what to do.

If I keep tell myself that enough maybe I actually will accept it and not let it drive me crazy like it still does.

dragonflora @ 2008-11-13T01:54:00

2008-11-13T04:02:03Z

Chile was canceled.

*sighs*

The way Fluffy (one of our assistant electricians) put it: "Five out of the nie countries we were to be playing have been canceled. What the FUCK?!"

So, we all went and got drunk tonight. We're repeating on Friday, on company dime.

I'm fairly drunk now, waiting for...anything really.

The Hell?

2008-10-23T04:49:48Z

...yeah. South America fails at consistency. We're currently sitting dead in the water, thanks to another cancellation. *sighs* at least there's a cheap laundry place around the corner, and it's really cheap to eat here.

Edit: made this post whilst deliriously tired. There have been some great and wonderful things during this time off. But we also aren't getting paid. We get paid our per diem so we can eat, but our actual paychecks are...not there. I get paid a little more than some, seeing as I have to take characters to PR events at malls and stuff, but not much. Also, once you've seen the old town, the Plaza Indepencia, and the ocean....there's not much to do, especially due to the fact that it's early-mid spring, and the water is still cold and sometimes it storms...

hiiiiiiiiii

2008-10-14T04:20:45Z

and ddrunk.

dragonflora @ 2008-10-03T14:21:00

2008-10-03T18:30:53Z

I love Charlotte airport...lalalala. Free internets for all!!!

I don't have to be over near my gate for another hour. So, uhm. Bored now. And hyper from caffeine and sugar and a quickie doze on the plane over from Raleigh.

I'm really quite glad to headed back to the road. Things which I thought were going to be difficult are actually looking up *knocks on the wooden looking metal table*. I want to say "it's about time" but last time I did that the universe and I had a minor miscommunication and I spent July being McMopeypants with her Emo Kid Choir. (that, btw, is one of my new favorite phrases.)

I didn't want this month off, but I think I really, really needed it. I got to go to my first Pagan Pride Day, go to my second Steampunk Ball and bite my friends with the Steamy bug at the same time, and reconnect with an incredibly awesome person who I hope to hang out with when I'm home again. And start to open the channels of communication to old high school friends again. Just needed to get over things, grow up a little, and find the niche that I belong in.

Read Above As: My life is rocking right now. And even when it's not rocking hardcore, I know it's going to be okay.

Baaaaaa.

2008-09-18T23:39:00Z

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair…just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

alive, kicking, waiting for Brazil (october 3rd. my company fails at consistency)