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Well. Uh. I posted my Glee audition on Wednesday around six PM, and it's passed 30,000 stars as of a couple of minutes ago when I checked.
I'm kind of speechless. There aren't many videos that I've seen with star counts in that range. I don't know who's voting for me or how many times they're doing it, but my God, thank you, whoever you are. I'm just... touched and enheartened (is that a word?) and just filled with such real, honest joy, thinking that you guys would spend so much time and exert so much effort on my behalf. Thinking that you guys really believe in me. Or at least love me enough to support me like this.
I love you all. I want you all to know that.
And I know you've already done so much for me, but if your fingers aren't too sore and you've got a minute or two to spare, I will never say no to a few more stars.
If I get a real shot at this, it will all be thanks to you. And I will let you know that now and again if it happens for real.
I'm exhausted for some reason, so I'll turn in early.
Thank you again, everyone. From the bottom of my heart.
[Edit:] The link again, for those of you who need it.
Go 'head and hate on me...
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[14 Apr 2010|11:14pm] |
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Posted my Glee audition. Yes, I know my intro is sideways. My friends said it gives me character. Lawl.
Here's the link:
You know you wants it.
I'd appreciate a gold star. Lots of them, since you can vote as many times as you'd like.
I think it came out pretty good. <3
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[03 Apr 2010|09:56am] |
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So. I'm twenty-three now.
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[31 Mar 2010|05:33pm] |
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So, after prompting from Dwayne - who agreed to sing "Don't Rain On My Parade" as Cyndi Lauper if I did it - I have decided to sing "Hate On Me" instead of "Keep Holding On."
Two reasons.
1) Avril Lavigne annoys me.
2) I like "Hate On Me" way more, and therefore, sing it better.
Also, as Dwayne pointed out, if Matthew Morrison can sing "Gold Digger," why can't I sing Jill Scott?
My neighbors are gonna hate me. I've been belting this song out, trying to learn it for the last twenty minutes. Eeeeheehee.
That is all.
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[30 Mar 2010|09:02pm] |
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Glee auditions have opened. Unfortunately, neither "Don't Stop Believin'" or "Somebody To Love," both of which I've been rehearsing, are on the approved song list.
So, uh, looks like I'm singing "Keep Holding On." But first I have to learn it.
I kind of actually legitimately want this gig, y'all. Even having never seen the show. It seems like fun. TV work AND I get to sing? Hells yeah.
One in a million, I know. But out of the million, somebody's gotta be the one.
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[23 Mar 2010|06:57pm] |
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Homigod. My P90X came in today. I'm not doing the crazy Nazi nutrition plan to the T, but I will eat better than I am right now. I'm also doing the Lean version, which contains more cardio and less shit that will cause my arms to bulk up past the point that is acceptable for women in my intend career.
At one point during the workout, my legs collapsed out from under me. Seriously. They are not kidding with this shit.
I'll probably be making a weight-loss LJ focused solely on this. Good for those of you who are thinking of trying this and want an opinion from just a normal overweight person and not these folks on the commercials who were probably paid for their testimonial.
Also good for those of you interested in seeing a fat chick gradually get skinny.
My everything hurts.
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[18 Mar 2010|04:54pm] |
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see more funny facebook stuff!
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[04 Jan 2010|08:25pm] |
So, I'm sitting here, fangirling over the new Heroes episode (PASDAR I MISS YOU COME BACK TO ME), and I'm looking at the replicating man - Eli - and thinking, "the hell do I know him from?"
So I IMDBed him.
He was friggin' Kyle Polsky on Still Standing! The super rich, d-bag, hilarious next door neighbor! HA HA POLSKY YOU RULE.
Also I sliced my finger open while making dinner. Like, real bad. I'm still not entirely sure it's stopped bleeding yet, and this happened two and a half hours ago. I have my finger swathed in paper towels, bandaids, and tape.
MORE HEROES.
"It's like someone took a shabu spoon and stirred up his fanboy brain."
Oh, God, I forgot how much I love Ando.
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[19 Dec 2009|04:48pm] |
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I am not lying, joking, or exaggerating when I tell you all that I have no logical explanation for how I'm not dead right now.
I wasn't in the mood to go out last night, but Brittney called around one and asked if I wanted to go see Libby Whittemore's holiday show at the Express before heading to Freddie, Craig, and Jill's holiday party. I agreed.
On my way there, while driving down Howell Mill - in my lane, under the speed limit, and without being on the phone or fiddling with the radio, I might add - a girl going the opposite direction swerved into my lane and slammed into my beloved Blink.
My car flipped over.
I can't really give you more details than that because I don't have them. I was driving, and then suddenly, I wasn't. The only things I remember thinking are "are you serious?" and "ow, I hit my head" and "my God, airbags smell terrible."
When the car stopped rolling, my keys had flown out of the ignition, so it was off, and I was somehow in an upright position.
I just sat there and cried for a good minute and a half. By then, the people in the car behind me had jumped out, and they came over to my car. Two women came to the passenger's side, and a man came to my side. My window, I think, was broken, though I can't remember. But I remember clearly hearing him ask, "are you all right? Can you move? Don't try to get out. Are there any children in the car with you?"
I assured them that I was shaken up, but I could walk just fine. He tried to open my driver's side door, but it was jammed shut. I managed to unlock the passenger's side, and he cleared away the broken debris that had covered my seat to help me out. Immediately, a fireman cut the battery cables in my car because he was scared a fire would start.
They asked me all the typical concussion questions - "what's your name, what month is it, etc, etc." And then I looked and saw the other driver. She was very tall, very thin, very blonde, and very young. And she was bawling her eyes out. She ran over to me and said, "my God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" And I assured her I was, and I asked her the same thing. She said she was, and she just kept apologizing. I felt bad for her, I really did.
The people in the car behind me, who later on identified themselves as Cindy and Dawn, found a jacket of mine in the debris that my car left behind and wrapped it around my shoulders while we waited for the cops. And they kept telling me "an angel was watching out for you." Which I totally believe, after seeing what was left of my car.
The cops got there but they told us that Howell Mill wasn't their "zone," so they had to wait for the zone two cops to get there. But they talked to the witnesses before the cops who were going to take our report got there, so the witnesses left. Which was kind of stupid of the cops, but that's okay. Cindy and Dawn and another lady who was driving gave us their names and phone numbers and offered to provide any statements that we needed and come to court. And Cindy, who was visitng from California, called my mother and told her that I was okay.
She also said, "honestly, I was scared to look in your daughter's car, because after seeing that accident, I was sure I was going to see a bloody, dead body."
I called Brittney and she came to visit with me while we waited for the right cops to get there. I sat in the fire truck, and as I started to get warm, I realized that my neck was starting to throb. My mother called Kendall, who is the daughter of Miss Dina, better known as the other receptionist that she worked with at the office of the dentist that my dad moved into after Katrina. Kendall offered to come get me at the hospital and put me up at her place until my parents could get there. By this point, my parents had already thrown some shit in a bag and gotten on the road.
I asked the cop for an ambulance at my mother's request, and he radioed for one.
Now, here's the stupid part.
Because I was in shock, in pain, cold, scared, and confused, I couldn't remember exactly what happened. All I remember is flying through the air. The other girl claimed she couldn't remember what happened either. So, we both got tickets for failure to maintain lane. And when he asked me for my insurance, I said it was in my glove compartment. But all my doors locked themselves, and my keys were missing, so I couldn't get inside to look for them or get my info. So I got a ticket for failure to present insurance.
My court date is the 28th of January, and the cop said that all I have to do is bring my card, and that ticket will be immediately thrown out. And Cindy and Barbara (who was driving the car behind me) both offered to come to court or, in Cindy's case because she lives in California and was just visiting, sign a notarized statement saying that they saw the girl swerve into my lane and it was in no way my fault. So I'm not real worried about that.
The ambulance got there, and I talked to the paramedics for a few minutes. He did a preliminary check and said that, basically, whether I went in the ambulance with them or whether Brittney drove me to the hospital myself, I was going to be waiting the same amount of time. He said he didn't really think I needed an ambulance, so I said I'd just go with Brittney. But he said that if I felt worse, we should pull over and call 911, and they'd be there within a few minutes.
So, under Kendall's suggestion, Brittney and I went to Piedmont Hospital. Kendall met us there later, and we were in and out of the ER within two hours. On a Friday night. In Atlanta. And everyone was perfectly wonderful to me. A plus, Piedmont Hospital. A plus.
Kendall drove me to her house where I met her marvelous husband, Joe, and saw pictures of her beautiful son. After we stopped at an all-night Wallgreen's to get my meds, of course. I ate some chocolate, took some pills, and settled into Kendall's guest room to read trashy tabloids. But I zonked out shortly after calling AC, Dwayne, and Michael to let them know what happened and tell them that I was okay.
My parents showed up around three AM to get me, and they let me into my apartment, because I still hadn't found my keys; the tow guy wouldn't let me get in my car to look. Crashed in my bed, and that was that.
This morning, after very little sleep, my parents and I headed to the tow place where they'd taken my car. After talking to the very nice lady behind the desk, she pointed me towards the back of the yard where Blink's remains were. My mother saw my car and busted out crying, saying "my God, child, how did you walk away from that?" We took tons of pictures and found my keys lodged in the passenger's side door compartment. We took as much of the crap out of my car as we could - though someone had stolen my jumper cables, the bastards - and as we were working, a guy pulled up and got out.
He looked at us and said, "okay, which one of you walked away from this and shouldn't have?"
I raised my hand.
He introduced himself as Mike May, and he said that he owned a body shop. He was a Slidell native himself, and after we told him our story, he seemed to take a shine to us. He offered to get his guys on my car on Monday, pulling it apart and getting anything else we needed. He seemed to think that we should sue the girl that hit me for pain and suffering, but I don't want to do that. She made a mistake. I expect her to pay for the damages she caused, but I'm not hurt. There's no point in ruining her life over one mistake. He was very kind, though, and gave us lots of tips for dealing with the ATL cops.
When we went back to the front office, we chatted with the nice desk lady and the nice mechanic gentleman for a while; both of them asked me how I was enjoying Atlanta, not counting the crash.
Called the insurance company, too, and gave them the basics of what happened so that the claims adjustor can call me back in a few days. Also a very painless, almost pleasant experience.
Then we spent the day shopping, because my mom had hardly brought any clothes with her in her rush to get to me. My dad's taking a flight home tomorrow, and after stopping by Einstein Bros and clearing it with Ted, my mom and I are gonna drive back to NOLA on Tuesday after I get off of work, since I don't have rehearsal again until Sunday.
The point of all this, though, is that over the last twenty-two hours, I've been so touched and comforted by the power of human kindness that I don't know how to deal with it. All I can do is cry. Dawn, a complete stranger who just happened to be in the car behind me, made sure I had a coat draped over my shoulders and put her arm around me to lead me to the fire truck. And as I thanked her, she just said "this is what humans are supposed to do for each other."
I'll show a few pictures later. Y'all will not be able to believe that I'm alive, let alone the fact that I walked away from it with nothing more than a scratch on my wrist, a cut on my knee, a sore butt, and a nasty bruise from the seatbelt that stretches from my neck down to my stomach.
To quote my darling Andy McMahon, "it's good to be alive."
Rest now.
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[05 Dec 2009|07:49am] |
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I have two new loves.
1) The Sims 3 World Adventures Expansion Pack. Visiting France and China and Egypt. Exploring tombs. Meeting the locals. Treasure hunting. Antique collecting. What's not to love?
2) The BBC Show Beautiful People. Two episodes into a marathon on LOGO and I can't stop watching. There's already been a musical medley sung by overemotional thirteen year olds in the street on their way to a Joseph audition, accusations of pedophilia, and a blind lesbian who couldn't read Braille because her fake nails were too long.
That is all. Closing night of Fair Use tonight.
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[23 Nov 2009|12:13pm] |
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Exhausted McTiredPants will take a moment to update now.
The intern show was last night, and it ruled so hard I can't even cope. I drank a lot of wine with the main cast while the intern cast warmed up, then settled myself into the audience to watch. The main cast laughed so hard, some of the audience members were confused.
We all went to Six Feet Under afterwards and had some more beer. Also, I ate calamari, and it was delicious. Talked to Bradley and Paige about how I need to be more confident if I'm going to work up the guts to talk to this Boy I Am Legitimately Possibly Interested In - quite different from The Boy I Cannot Have. The former is Barrett and Sarah and Lydia's friend, a quiet, shy film boy with swoopy hair who goes by the name of Bennett. Alas, I have no cojones and he makes me feel oddly awkward. But I'm gonna maybe talk to Barrett about him tonight. The thing is, he mentioned to me at the Fair Use opening that his engagement had been broken off about four months ago. Is it uncouth of me to be interested in him? I mean, is that enough time?
Anyway. I'm exhausted and I need a nap. Love to all.
OH WAIT. In unrelated but still joyful news, my parents bought me a new PS2 as part of my Christmas present. Can't wait to play through my persona games again. OOOOH. And I can go buy Katamari at GameStop on the way to class tonight! Yeeee! Also, got lots of clothes.
Okay. Napping now. For real.
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[14 Nov 2009|04:27pm] |
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Seeing these guys live tonight at the Express After Hours. I caught their show on Logo a couple of days ago, and they're actually really funny. I'm kind of excitd. :D
Also, way to go, Logo. LMN-style awesomely bad movies, except they're all LGBT-themed. And some are actually good. Not Velvet Goldmine, of course, which is what I'm watching right now. But I still love it. And A Touch of Pink was on earlier. And Trick was on last night.
Ha ha. Yeah.
Damn. I forgot how good Ewan MacGregor looks in this movie.
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[05 Nov 2009|03:42pm] |
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Painfully, painfully behind on NaNo. I don't even think I've broken 5k. :/
Also, some of my main characters seem to have been accidentally, subconsciously based off of Gloria from Green Day's 21st Century Breakdown album, Torchwood's Toshiko Sato, Nichelle Nichols of Star Trek fame, and Dave Warwick, a guy I went to college with.
Yeah. I don't know how they all fit into a semi-post-apocalyptic totalitarian government, but we're gonna see.
KAY BYE.
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[26 Oct 2009|08:14pm] |
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This is already shaping up to be one of the best Heroes episodes I've seen in a long time.
Claire and Gretch = love. I want them in my life.
"That's the second Parkman I've made scream today."
OHHHHHH SCORP, FUCKING SCORP.
I love this show. Screw what everyone else says, season four pwns. Even without Adrian Pasdar.
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[23 Oct 2009|12:22am] |
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The wife and I are back together.
That is all. :3
Oh. Also. Signed up for NaNo for the first time ever. At least two of the other interns are doing it. Should be hiiiiiiiigh-larious.
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[16 Oct 2009|01:25pm] |
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"Interracial Couple Denied Marriage License in La."
Yup. That's my home state, ladies and gents.
All joking aside, this is quite a shock and disappointment. I've always prided myself on believing that New Orleans is only Southern in terms of its geography. Granted, this is Hammond, not New Orleans, but still.
The sad part is that my parents believe the same thing. "We're not racist; we just don't think races should mix."
How is that not racist? I mean, yeah, my parents do have loads of black friends, and they do treat them just the same, but how can they turn around and say shit like that and claim not to be prejudiced? I've long since stopped telling my mom when I have crushes on black guys or Asian guys or Hispanic guys because I know she'll flip her shit.
I don't know. It bothers me. A lot. Bleh.
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