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Saturday, April 28, 2001
Energy
So you know how you walk around in Westport (or whatever corresponding earthy area you might have in your city) and there are all those alterna-people? The ones who wear the long tie dyed skirts with their birkenstocks and socks, and a dirty white tank top to match their dirty hair piled on their head. Not to mention what the girls wear...Anyway...those are always the people that people like me make fun of. The ones who sat at the wierd table in school. Every school had one.
Those are also the people who will be like "your aura has some discoloration...you need a cleansing..." And then they run and get some incense from some artistic shop where all the signs are made with markers by girls with green hair, big shoes and lots of piercings, and proceed to run around you praising the earth and stuff.
Never mind that the closest half of these people get to earthiness is going to a Phish concert or listening to Dave Matthews with the top off their Jeep.
My point is...you can't completely discredit the idea of positive and negative energy. Like last night, I was onstage, doing my thing, and I got such bad vibes from the audience. Now maybe it was because they were really small, but I just felt like they were angry at me...maybe for cussing so much or making fun of fat people. But tonight (even though there was a fat person in the audience...) there was so much positive energy that the show was the best we've ever had. And we did know some of the people there...but there were some that we didn't know too.
It's weird how the vibe you give off, or the energy you have can be transferred to other people. How did last night's audience manage to affect my performance in such a negative way? Shouldn't there be some kind of energy shield to protect against that sort of thing?
I guess that's when you go to those stores and buy incense or dream diffusers or something.
4/28/2001 01:34:00 AM link
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Tuesday, April 17, 2001
Unemployment
I have to say that I enjoy being at home again. I actually have time to do the things that I want to do. And although I don't really have that much that I want to do right now, it's nice to have the option.
Like tomorrow. Doc is coming through town, and Allison and I are going to lunch with him. If I'd been at work I would have had one hour for lunch, and since we haven't seen Doc since July or August, and tons of things have happened since then, an hour is completely inappropriate.
And the fact that I want to go to the gym, and I don't want to deny the fact that I have this willpower to do it, means that I have to find the time to go, right? Well, when my rehearsals run until 10 pm or 11 pm...then that doesn't leave much time for health. And health is important, especially since I will be appearing sleeveless for a good 25 minutes on stage three times a week.
And most importantly...my eye doesn't hurt.
And if I should happen to catch a band performing live at a Sam Goody at Oak Park Mall in the afternoon...then so be it.
4/17/2001 12:14:00 PM link
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Sunday, April 15, 2001
A Strange Twist of Fate
So remember how I had three jobs? Well, not so much now. My eyes have been bothering me for a while, so I haven't worn contacts to the shop very much at all. Actually, maybe 5-6 times since I've started there...about 6 weeks ago. So I've gone to wearing them at the gym and at rehearsals and stuff. So on average, I've worn my contacts 3-4 days a week, for 7 hours at the most. I used to be able to wear them every day for at least 14 hours.
See the difference? And when I would wear them, my eyes, especially the left one, would get totally red...like you wouldn't even see any white. And it's not pinkeye or anything.
So after going to the eye doctor yesterday, we kind of thought that there must be something in my environment that I am allergic to. And we looked back at when I started having this problem...about 6 weeks ago. So I've taken the next week off. My supervisor is super-mad (although the other costumer was totally understanding), but since I got all the makeup (about $80 worth) I'd put aside for my next show for half off, I feel like I've been compensated for her being so rude. And so has Allison who hasn't even met the woman, since I bought her some makeup too.
So there.
It's funny, because everyone always makes jokes about being allergic to their jobs. You never actually think of it happening. But it does kind of make sense. There are tons of old vintage costumes that haven't been cleaned in, literally, years, lots of dusty fabrics in our main work area, dry cleaning chemicals and other cleaning stuff in the laundry area where I spend a lot of time, and just general dirt and dust because they never cleaned before I got there and became the cleaning nazi. And that's just the costuming stuff...the lighting area has equally dangerous chemicals and stuff. It could even be something in the heating and cooling system. So it's entirely possible that there is something there that my system can't stand.
Cool. A way to quit that isn't my fault.
The downside is, although I'm still doing the Heartland and PEI web stuff, I really need more money than they will provide. So while I'm off this week, I'm going to look for a waiting tables job again, and hopefully cajole my way into being a bartender in no time. So I can promptly leave in a few months. We're still crossing our fingers.
Oh hey...a brief advertisement here...Allison and I are doing a show at the Westport Coffee House Theatre this week...Thursdays Fridays and Saturdays (4/19-21 and 4/26-28) for the next two weeks. The more people that show up, the more we get paid...so come see us. :)
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