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nothing but crumpled porno and ayn rand
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[26 Jun 2009|12:42am] |
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Dru-dru, you've got a lot of posting to do.
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| Aren't you glad you graduated from college years ago? |
[18 Jun 2009|10:49pm] |
Don't you wish everybody did?
For UT...
On-campus Housing Costs (2008–2009)
Begin at $7,881
Includes $1,600 for food, enough for about 12 meals per week
Estimated Undergraduate Flat-Rate Tuition and Fees (2008–2009)
Texas resident $8,090 – 9,354
Non-resident $26,672 – 30,770
Estimated Total Cost of Undergraduate Education (Fall 2008–Spring 2009)
Texas resident on-campus $21,470 – 25,284
Texas resident off-campus $21,724 – 25,538
Non-resident on-campus $32,240 – 45,006
Non-resident off-campus $32,494 – 45,260
When I graduated I had $15,000 in student loans. My father had another $10,000. I went to school for 3.5 years and the scholarships I earned paid for about one semester. It's amusing to think $25,000 for my college education was cheap.
I do not envy those of you with kids.
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[12 Jun 2009|06:53pm] |
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Today I lifted heavy boxes out of a storage place in Chelsea, unloaded them at a storage space in New Jersey where we picked up Other Boxes to take to a hotel in the West Village and a gallery in SoHo. And now, I just might die. Also my arms are bruised and cut so badly it looks like I have a disorder of some kind. Cancer or cutter - who knows!
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| I'll always miss blizzards with you. |
[08 May 2009|02:42am] |
Leigh did something I have done myself but I wish so much she hadn't - she made most of her early livejournal entires private, or deleted them entirely. It took me less than an hour to read what entries are available and I wish wish wish there were more. I'm positive there once were... Weren't the basement days documented? Even flatplex isn't really there.
I miss her.
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[30 Apr 2009|06:27am] |
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the clouds at 6am are really, really pretty. what a fantastic hour. i should see it more often.
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[15 Apr 2009|10:24pm] |
It's nice to get just a liiiiiiiiiiitle bit excited about Texas. Probably the only thing that's keeping me from bawling my eyes out right now is the excitement of Taco Cabana, pitchers of cheap Lonestar, and massive/tasty margaritas. And then we will eat the queso, drink the Lonestar and margaritas, and think 'THIS FUCKING SUCKS.'
But for just a moment everything might be ok.
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[15 Apr 2009|04:46pm] |
Heading to Houston 4am Thursday morning.
My traveling companion Erin (Leigh's last roommate in NYC) and I are considering a trip up to Austin, maybe Thursday after we get to town. If anyone can spare a couch for two please let me know.
Mostly planning on flying by the seat of our pants on this one, so not entirely certain we'll make it to Austin... just thinking about it.
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[14 Apr 2009|01:15am] |
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something epic is on the way. promise.
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[04 Jan 2009|02:23am] |
There is a part of this job that I am not comfortable with yet, but I most certainly need to be. It's the closing. It will ALWAYS happen. As one a stage manager tonight mentioned (her response to the constant questions about the fate of her own show), "even Cats closed." SHIT CLOSES. But fuck, it still makes me miserable.
Grease is only my second Broadway gig (I don't count CB), and I've been on it as long as Grey Gardens. But I totally feel closer to the cast and crew at Grease, as many were closer to my own age and god DAMN did we have a fun time. Back stage, off stage, on stage... whatever. A really fun show to work on. I don't give a fuck that every theatre-type hated us, that we're the "thank god they're closing" of this stupid black-January on Broadway. I love the people I work with and genuinely enjoy going to work each day.
Tonight I called the show for the final time. I tried to say a thank you to the crew over headset and say how grateful I am for them and how good they make me look. I mustered "thank you" before getting all teary and had to punch out the microphone.
Dreading tomorrow.
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[08 Dec 2008|05:07pm] |
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I've been grumpy all day - still angry and worried about my impending unemployment status. until i got home and found the most beautiful scarf in all the land waiting for me in the mail. Thank you so much, Jen. It's gorgeous!
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[04 Dec 2008|12:16am] |
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Fuck February! Grease is closing January 4th. Beer buying can commence now.
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[05 Nov 2008|10:12pm] |
will you ever forget where you were on nov. 4 2008? i mean, unless you're one of the libertarians on my friend's list, when it was just another day stroking your firearm before bedtime. KIDDING.
brooklyn was a fantastic place. h and i were eating vegetarian (COMMIE) chili cheese fries and watching CNN on mute in a bar/restaurant. after 'BREAKING NEWS' was flashed on the screen they turned on the volume and we watched Chicago cheer. I cried a bit. We paid our bill and raced home to watch Obama's speech on cnn.com (NO CABLE HAVING PINKOS). On the walk home I kept saying I was thankful it was finally over - h continued to remind me that it's only just begun.
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[29 Sep 2008|01:43am] |
I love Jezebel's Fine Lines feature. My mom used to let me buy any book I wanted at KMart, and I read so much trash as a kid. Remember Me was a favorite, but they've reviewed so so so many I adored, listed at the bottom of the article.
http://jezebel.com/5055384/remember-me-after-birth-after-life
edit: trash? fuck that. katherine patterson is 1000 times better for girls than my super sweet 16, gossip girl, trl...
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[21 Aug 2008|11:28pm] |
i had a really freak accident on my bike today. i was passing a double parked truck on a busy street when a group of guys tossed a rope over the large item in the truck's bed. of course, said rope hit me, wrapped around my neck, and tightened as i continued to ride, unable to stop because of the number of cars speeding past me. finally i got beyond the truck as the rope got super tight and i came crashing down in the car-free area in front of the truck. the workers surrounded me, helped me up (i was crying and shaking like mad) and let me sit in their warehouse until i could go. made a trip to the hospital because i can and the doctor sent me home with NO PAINKILLERS, the jerk, and didn't even mention the enormous welt on my neck until i insisted he look at it ("oh it's a 2nd, a 1st, a 2nd degree burn") and wash it out.
so so so coulda died. lame-o.
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[11 Aug 2008|10:58am] |
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Not too long ago there was a lawsuit in the city involving multiple residents in a building brought on by a non-smoking family. Their beef was with a smoker on their floor who smoked in her apartment, and their claim was that the smell invaded their own space and caused possible damage to their precious children. I (and the judge on the case) dismissed it as obnoxious New York parents being overly concerned for their delicate children, as so many of them are, but now that I live in a building of smokers I actually see their point. I'm fairly certain the woman below our apartment is a smoker and it's possible that the one next door is as well. In my own bedroom I'm currently drowning in the smell of cigarettes. Open the window and it gets worse. I just want to enjoy the breeze from the pretty storm that's rolling in (and keeping me from getting on my bike) but instead it smells like I just spent the night at Emo's. Blegh.
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[24 Jun 2008|02:32pm] |
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just went on my longest bike ride yet, to the fairway in red hook. still need to get a helmet, and learn to resist the urge to yell at every asshole double parked in a bike lane.
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