Feeling Heavy...

Over the weekend, I found myself an entertainer and tour guide of sorts to my visiting Florida friends. It was amazing fun, and I actually surprised myself with how much awesome (and more importantly inexpensive/free) stuff I was able to bring to their mini vacation.

Honesty is the best policy...

“Honesty is the best policy.”

                        -They

For the most part, They are right. The policy of unwavering honesty is one I have tried to abide by throughout my life. I’m human, and I have had my fair share of lies, but I try my damndest. Lying breaks apart your insides, and it only becomes easier to tell outright lies once your innards are left in tatters from constant tearing. At least that’s what I believe.

Nudism Kills...

Imagine for a moment that you are watching one of those ridiculous (and often times awful) horror movies. You know the ones of which I speak. The only remotely recognizable actors are that one guy from that show you liked when you were a kid and the younger sister of some mediocre one hit wonder pop singer. Throughout the film you realize that either the writing for your favorite show was infinitely better than this drivel, or your childhood celebrity crush really can’t act worth a damn. Every fifteen minutes or so you think to yourself, or more frequently aloud to the group, “Why the hell are we watching this shit?”

Yup…those movies.

Listen Up!

Ladies and gentleworms! On top of being a temporary summer home for the cold bug, I have managed to sprain my knee walking up and down the subway steps. It is official: I am in fact made of glass. I will say, though, that I’m getting pretty good at wrapping an ACE bandage for support. Go life experience skills!

Anywho…

I'm A Little Tea Pot...

Out there in this big bad world there is a sinister group of individuals who have been controlling all of humanity from behind a veiled curtain of obscurity. Much like Oz’s Wizard, there has been a great deal of behind the scenes showmanship, lever pulling, and manipulation. So long has this been happening that the identities of these sheep herders have fallen completely out of history. It would take an entire season of Dr. Who to uncover exactly who or what masterminds the whole ordeal. Don’t think you can call it easily like another Dalek invasion. Or for my pokemon minded readership, think of this as a Team Rocket type organization. This is a group that has achieved a level of such deep infiltration into the infrastructure of society that we couldn’t possibly hope to go to a new town without seeing their goings on. New members are recruited, though I am unaware as to how, every single day. The streets teem with members you will never recognize.

Collectively, this organization prefers to call itself: “They.”

11:11, YMCA, and Resumes

I started writing this at 11:11PM...and I wished really hard. What, you ask? Well I can't tell you that, silly! My point, dear reader, is that this Monday Fun Day has turned out to be a hectic freaking day indeed. That would be why my post is so late and unfortunately very short. Don't think I'll even need a page break today.

I went off to the YMCA earlier and had a bangin' interview. It's a part time guest services position, but if I get it, that will be something in the income department. So wish me luck!

The first of several July auditions is coming up tomorrow. As soon as I post this, I'll be taking a quick shower then passing out! After arriving just later than I should have at an audition last time, I've learned that for some facets of the theatrical process...you have to make yourself an early riser. Again...luck wishing would make me eternally grateful. Not even so much on the auditions...just on me getting there.

And with that my dearest readers, my Monday Fun Day is concluded for the evening. I swear on all that is unholy (for there's far more of that than holy, I think), I'll be more diligent about my writing once I get into a better swing of things in this crazy ass city.

So much love and light to you all. Happy Monday!