meph

hello world

back from melbourne and straight into the festival. fortunately that's over now, and it's just the clean up to deal with. everyone's sleepy and grumpy and sick of each other. and luckily, i've managed to miss all of it. i just float between venues, not getting involved with anything, and just trying to get out of there as quick as i can while still being paid. today i left after 45 minutes, and got paid for 4 hours. yay for that.

one of my flatmates is leaving to move in with her boy. which leaves the house with a spare room. it looked crap for a while there, as remaining flatmate wanted the two biggest rooms in the house (one for bedroom, one for music studio). but it looks like it will all work out, and we can all have a bigger room. plus i get one further from the loungeroom, so everyone can keep watching telly after i go to bed, and i don't lie there watching the telly in my mind and not getting to sleep (thus defeating the going to bed early plan).

dinner tomorrow night with the lovely miss jodie. and a day off on thursday. yay.

off to adelaide next tuesday to learn the plot for Dusty. there for a week, then back to brisbane, bump in and open, and then about four or five more weeks of full time work (and pay).

then, it's about a month until DanceSchoolConcert season is upon us again, and the year will almost be over. crazy fun.

so for me personally, the world is starting to sort itself out.

just as well, because the rest of the family is not to crash hot.

princess's boy is flying off to New Zealand for 3 months. which is not so much of a good thing for her.

my grandmother has been in and out of hospital twice in the last 2 weeks. it's not dire, but for her to have actually admitted that there was something wrong is an indication of how sick she must be feeling.

she's been released again, so hopefully this time she will take it easy.

hope all's well out there in lj-land. love to all.

home again safe and sound.

the show finished, which is a blessing.

two weeks of fully documenting the show (after discovering that most of it was incomplete from Sydney) and trying to tie up paperwork loose ends means that closing night was a time of joy and celebration that it was almost finished.

of course, discovering that the theatre tech wanted to shut up the building halfway through the props bump out wasn't exactly the highlight of the evening. but, it meant we could go to dinner and i could finish packing quietly the next day. plus i got paid for an extra day. i hope.

then a few days of holiday with Jus, which involved the consumption of far too much sugar.. a bit of shopping for other things and a lot of wandering for fun.

home again now, and straight into the festival. once that's over, perhaps going on to Dusty for the brisbane season. hurrahfun for that.

anything after that is far too far to think about or start making delightful plans for. but hopefully it will look after itself.

2 weeks to go.. hurrah!

closing on the 9th, so i'm having a teeny holiday before returning to the land of bris.

have moved apartments 5 times in 4 days this week. long story. lots of screwy features in this apartment hotel/complex thing. bad management, bad systems, new people working... bad, bad, badness. too tired to go into it all, but i wouldn't be recommending this place to anyone looking for service..

so i am a mite tired, and looking forward to some good, long sleep. which work keeps getting in the way of.

also a little sick.. tonsilitis, which is just such a kiddy disease to get. boring dull. i have some antibiotics to make it feel less like there's a pair of golf balls stuck in my throat. not the funnest feeling. especially when i have such a dry mouth all the time too.



nyeh. naptime.

well, we've opened and it's all going fine.

stupid understudy calls will chew up all my free time.

and my laundry time. i really need to wash clothes.

not having a washer in my room, this has been somewhat difficult because I have to pad down the hall to do it. and i don't think the rest of the floor would appreciate my half past midnight adventures.

so my current solution has been to just buy clean clothes. run out of socks? buy more socks. run out of shirts? buy more shirts. run out of underwear? buy more.

i think it may be time to wash though. i am tired of shopping. plus i like the smell of laundry detergent..


apart from my "no really. what can i wear today" dramas, life's okay. today got a bit ordinary, some of which is no doubt to do with it being a doubleshow day after OpeningNightExtravaganza last night. which means i was a bit tired, and a fair bit grumpy by the second show.

i also think i've done something to peeve off Toppy. which could be as simple as sneezing during one of his monologues. or... whatever.

this mostly annoyed me because i realised how much importance i place on other people's opinions of me. (no, this isn't a new revelation, more a re-revelation) so mostly i was pissy with myself. which is always so much more fun.


me? meet your new best enemy. it's you. have fun with that...

into the theatre tomorrow. hurrah.

it's a nice old space.. a bit of a rabbit warren backstage. that's what happens when the building wasn't built in the 80's... also quite a drafty space. so i have to find myself a nice black jumper i can wear for the show..

walked into a door today. i am so cliche. nice big shiner on my cheekbone and eyebrow. tee hee.

mucho sleepyness.

bye

fly to melbourne tomorrow. it should all be good. we hope.

rehearsals start wednesday and they shouldn't be bad because there are only a few minor cast changes. though sitting through 8 hours of rehearsal a day will be mind-numbingly dull. luckily it's only one week..

so fair warning city of Melbourne. i am on my way. you better watch out and start brewing the coffee.

see you munchkins when i see you next.

i leave for melbourne tuesday. which is incredibly not far away.

particularly when i'm working all day tomorrow and monday.

today was packing day, which was cut short by the realisation that i ahve absolutely no clothes. no really. i had 2 tshirts. i own singlets and that's about it. stupid brisbane. stupid weather. stupid.. world.

my miserable attempt to re-fill my wardrobe supplies (even though it still has tonnes of stuff in it.. it's just stuff i can't wear any longer or its stuff that's not clothes...) was cut extremely short by a survey of fashion and the conlusion that people would wear a dress made of spaghetti if you told them it was fashion.

went to best & less, bought two guys bonds shirts and gave up. stupid having to buy boy clothes. stupid world.


so, the meds are okay. not exactly brilliant yet, but i have to give them more time. they're still better than nothing at all. today just wasn't that good a day. lots of blech feeling, as well as the absence of achieving the one goal i had for the day (pack a suitcase) didn't make for the happy.

then saw x-men 3 tonight.. maybe it was the imax screen, but it made me dizzy a lot. quick moving shots and fast editing. plus i was already feeling a bit queasy... it wasn't bad as a film, but it didn't hit me in the guts either. a few moments of goodness, but (and this may just be my blech day interfering again) it left me feeling cold. i didn't really care much about it.

in weird news though, the "mutant symbol" that they liked to tatt on themselves? also the logo of my housemate's sound design company. tee hee. he is a secret mutant. we tried to figure out what his mutant power would be, and have decided it would have something to do with being an abnormally young grandpa. maybe he would have superstrong old man smell. or defeat foes with his dialogue about how young people today don't know how lucky they have it...


eh. let's see how tomorrow goes.

just started on the new drugs. hopefully things will improve rapidly. hopefully can't get much worse...

took a mental health day today. because sliding all the way back to how things were four years ago is not exactly a great milestone.

in some stupid way, i was hoping that i could go off the drugs and discover that everything was now peachykeen and i was normal. pffft. now i just want the swings, the pitfalls, the boiling anger and steaming frustration to stop. that will be enough.



anyway. total change of pace: random meme gacked from sleepontheroad

leave a comment and then i'll..

1. I'll respond with something random about you
2. I'll challenge you to try something
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you
4. I'll tell you something I like about you
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

in the midst of a medication change. so it's withdrawl time.

efexor is not exactly nice to come off.

consequently, the whole household is tip-toeing around me.

it's mostly a when-i-wake-up time of thing, where i go crazy. i think it's due to the incredibly crap quality of my sleep now. and the random ring-in housemates who wake up early and make noise in the loungeroom which is right outside my bedroom door.

only another week until i get to start some new meds though. i'm hoping that they'll play a little nicer with my system. problem with the old ones was that my memory is somewhat challenged, and missing even one dose means CrazyLadyDay once again.

trouble is that at the moment, every day is CrazyLadyDay.

my hair got cut yesterday..

it seemed easier to go quietly than put Smurf through all the effort of obtaining chloroform and then having to lug me halfway across brisbane.

the jury is out on the actual cut. i say the small bits of hair annoy me because i can't tuck them behind my ears. everyone else seems to like it (which may actually be a tactic because if they say it's abysmal, they know i'm never cutting it again).

on a positive note, i like the colour... just a few foils, but enough to drag my hair away from its slow descent into mousybrown/weird auburnyblonde thing

you know how sometimes you shoot off at the mouth and things just go too far?

well, in a mood of idiocy mostly inspired by watching She's The Man (starring Amanda Bynes and flimsily related to Twelfth Night, though more to do with soccer).... we somehow decided that our house is holding a Deb Ball.

which wouldn't have come up in conversation except that we drove home past a giant Vinnies store and decided it was a tops idea. and putting a $20 limit on all dress purchases was also decreed.

and for some reason, it seems that the partnering system of the evening will be CouplesThatJustReallyDon'tBelong.

so Smurf-the-midget has just asked the tallest guy we know to be her date.

poor Dan. probably has no idea what the hell is going on.

look out world. it looks like some giant white puffy taffeta dresses may be making a comeback some time very, very soon.

gacked from cancerian

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so. i guess that career in the arts that i have was a little unexpected? tee hee

linguistics doesn't shock me for some reason. though i'd have a moral issue with a subject which allows a Pencil-dick to become a doctor

[of interest to those who understood that previous sentence: spent half an hour yesterday at work overhearing (very loud) discussions about what a wanker DrPencildick was. and this judgement was passed by a bunch of 1st & 2nd year QUT actors. which is definitely saying something....]

today little Princess tried to maim herself with the gas oven at work.

being a solely electric gal, the child had much trouble. mostly with the child-proof gas lighter she was using. so much trouble that she had to get the instructions out.

trouble was she left the gas running while she figured it out...


so, a little bit of hair and eyelash later, she's not dead, but not going near a gas appliance again for a while.


i am at work and thusly bored.

What type of Fae are you?

almost only a week left of the show. which is grand because i am getting a bit bored & crapped off.

too much time spent with the same people. means you start to notice irritating things about them.

like that the female contingent of the cast mostly ignore anything that isn't a gay man. not even to say hello to you in the corridor because you own a uterus.

meanwhile some parts of the sm team treat us like absolute idiots. as though we haven't ever set foot inside a theatre before. lovely stuff.



anyway... because i am bored and i stole it from augustuscaesar

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

yay.

home in brisbane, show is open and everything is getting into a nice little pattern.

in good news, irritating queeny deputy stage manager is leaving the show before melbourne. which means one less thing to irritate me.

in bad news, it seems that every day some dancer injures themselves during the Russian riot scene. if it's not slipping over, it's being hit in the head with a tin cup, or smacking the star in the head. silly russians.

ah well.

eh.

i am in sydney with rehearsals for Fiddler.

it's all going okay... the paperwork wasn't so helpful for rehearsals, so we have had to stumble through the past week.

everyone's lovely and nice and all.

i just think i'm getting a bit faggyqueen-ed out.

it's just a constant barrage of over the top queeny behaviour, every day for 10 hours. too much. and from too many directions.

maybe it's just that i don't find it endearing. or maybe because (in a number of cases) i know that it's just a persona put on to hide other thoughts and opinions. and sometimes i'd rather have a genuine conversation.

maybe i just miss real conversations. never thought i'd miss brisbane, but it turns out i do.

time to go call home and talk to a real person for a while.

plus the computergeeks in this netcafe are all yelling at each other whilst playing wargames. it's not really a good place for a teeny breakdown.

love to all in lj-land.

apparently i am now going on tour with Fiddler on the Roof. as head of props

two weeks in sydney (starting this sunday...) and then about a month in Melbourne.

all i can say is holy, holy crap.

safe and sound and in one (albeit messy) piece.

have spent my time since returning doing all those important things i missed whilst being away. i am now fully up to date on my quota of time spent with sam the dribbly cat, have examined the TV guide and cursed at it, and yelled at the telly for changing things.

life is not the same without being able to wake up and see Burt on the telly. (yes, i know. typical fine arts graduate.. but at least i did graduate...)

i would also like to register my complaints about the change of host on Ready Steady Cook (the one tv show that *everyone* i ever work with has seen). stupid designer annoying guy has taken over from annoying really tall guy. but at least tall guy was less annoying.

and the spiffing up of the set fools no-one. it's still a dodgy show taped in a dodgy studio. no floor manager holding up a capsicum or red & green chequerboard flooring will convince me otherwise.

apart from that, life is going okay. space away from family is good. so is the ability to wash my clothes any time i like. washing things in a bathroom sink is not so fun. and doesn't really convince me that the clothing is clean, either.

mmm. dinner time. will our fearless writer manage to find something better than yesterday's lunch offering of chicken Twisties?

somehow we doubt it.

i think i become the worst person possible when stuck with my family for extended periods of time.

the thought of my own room and my own house is currently helping me through. stupid me for travelling with family. thought i learned that lesson a while ago.

apparently not.

and i hate the person i have become.