Saturday, March 29, 2003

The Rest: Part IV

I'm not really back, but I'm bored. And this looked like fun. Kind of.

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 Wednesday, March 26, 2003
The Rest: Part III

I have to say...not blogging certainly leaves more time to do other things. Like my job, for instance...
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 Friday, March 21, 2003
The Rest: Part II

Oh yes. I'm still here.

Except not really.

At least for the moment.
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 Monday, March 17, 2003
The Rest

I'm currently trying to email 18 MB to the woman who prints my theatre's programs. That's a lot. I've been sitting here for an hour, and we're only on email 5 of 11. That's after I tried to zip the whole thing down and send it all in one. Bad.

But the theme for the weekend has been sitting, so I suppose this isn't such a bad thing. Sure, I've had meetings and rehearsals and strikes and stuff, but when you get down to it, in lieu of any St. Pat's Day festivities, I sat here at home doing nothing.

The Irish would be disappointed in me. I hope they're drunk right now.
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 Friday, March 14, 2003
The Lack

My amount of motivation is staggering today. Who ever thought that I could get so little done in so much time?

No. That wasn't a typo.
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Thursday, March 13, 2003
The Confession

I have a startling announcement to make. Now I don't want you to judge me or ask each other "What's wrong with Micky?" This is just the way it is right now. Sometimes people change. LIJ is having difficulty understanding, so I need some support from everyone else.

It's true. I'm not watching this season of Survivor. "But it's SO good!" LIJ proclaimed when I told him.

I can't help it. It all started when I was embroiled in six different shows, and I just didn't have the time to watch the premiere. Or the next episode. My parents would dilligently tape and send, and I would plan to watch them, but then I just couldn't find the time. I made the decision last week when I didn't ask them to tape, and LIJ didn't tape it while he was watching. So I would have missed that episode.

True. I could have called someone and had them record it. But I made this decision consciously. My devotion had to end sometime. And now it has.

I'm sorry if this hurts anyone, but it has to be this way.
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 Wednesday, March 12, 2003
The Scapegoat

Because it's important to blame others for your mishaps, today I will be placing my angst at the feet of LIJ. Because he went to work late, he took his shower an hour later than usual. A shower to most would be a quick washing of hair and body, maybe a shave. And maybe standing under the hot water for a few minutes to wake up.

To LIJ, a shower includes standing under the hot water for 45 minutes, until there is no hot water left at all.

And then when Micky gets up at 8:30 (which shouldn't conflict with his roommates who are supposed to be at work at 8:30...) to see his roommates in the kitchen making a sandwich, there is no hot water, as a shower has just been completed. And Micky must wait an hour before the hot water comes back. Normally Micky would throw a hat on and go (as he did last week when this exact situation arose...), but today Micky had to drive for two hours to a theatre, and then turn around and come back. If Micky skipped the shower, he would surely fall asleep. On the road. While driving.

That's not cool.

So instead...Micky waited. For an hour. And thus, was an hour late. And spent the whole day being an hour late. Which put him downtown at approximately 4:45 pm, when all parking is illegal, as opposed to 3:45 pm, when all parking is legal. As Micky didn't have much choice, since he had no cash to pay for a lot space, he put his blinkers on and hoped for the best.

But alas...as Micky returned from dropping off his grad school apps...there was a jolly policeman writing him yet another parking ticket.

That makes three. (I should have worn my Jennifer Love Hewitt shirt today.) Damn.

Damn you LIJ.
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 Tuesday, March 11, 2003
The Phone

I was tired of my phone getting sleepy and shutting off whenever it felt like it...which was most often in my pocket. I know, it's dark and warm, and condusive to sleeping, but really. It's a phone. How much sleep does it need?

I needed a new battery, but when I went into the Sprint store (on a total whim), they convinced me to buy a new phone for $25. That's cheaper than a battery. And I just had to sign another year contract. As I had $25, but I didn't have $60, this plan worked out just fine. And for two months, I have free Wireless Web and Ringers & More. Cool.

So if you call me, I'll be singing the theme to Fame.

The beauty continues. If I go to sprintpcs.com, I can preview and download right from the internet. Cool.

Phones are cool.
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The Application

I've officially completed all of my applications for grad school. Tomorrow I'm taking my grant and scholarship essays to the office...and then there's nothing else I can do.

Any good mojo will be much appreciated.
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Monday, March 10, 2003
The Snack

It's almost 1 am. I certainly don't need this cookie bar. But I can't help it. I'm excited that I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I can stay up this late, doing absolutely nothing and still sleep as late as I want. The week of 17 hour days is finally over.

There's nothing like a cookie bar. After the display changed to those stupid microwave chocolate chip cookies, we were in a bit of trouble, because in their own aisle, there was no place for the peanut butter creme cookie bars. They had the regular Oreo bars, and some strange Chips Ahoy and Twix bars (what's the point of a Twix cookie bar? Isn't that what it is in the first place? I don't get it.) but no Oreo peanut butter creme. I actually cried out in the middle of the store. Then I looked in every aisle to be sure that they weren't hidden somewhere in a new display. I felt impotent and out of control. All I wanted was cookie bars. Why did they have to keep them from me?

I considered writing Oreo, but it was just too hard for me to put my anguish down on paper. Instead, I settled for pathetically walking through the snack aisle every time I went to the store, hoping Jewel would eventually see the light.

And thank the sweet lord, finally they did. My peanut butter cookie bars have a permanent home on the top shelf. Never mind that I've had two today. Things are as they should be.
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Wednesday, March 05, 2003
The Irish

I hope you've been enjoying the ex's whimsical commentary about transvestites and Jennifer Aniston and her diet. I've been working 17 hour days babysitting some Irish people at the theatre. But it's kind of been worth it, because I've been gathering some good Irish proverbs.

Perhaps not so much proverbs as much as things that drunken Irishmen say.

Or perhaps not so much drunken Irishmen, as much as Irishmen in general.

Because perhaps they're pretty much the same thing.

Either way, they're good times. Enjoy.

(In response to a joking insult) "Oh an' how will you be walking home with two broken legs?"

(In response to a large margarita) "Yars!" (That's a fun word. Try it. Yars.)

Because apparently no one in Dublin exercises, one man likes to drive up behind joggers and make them stop running. Then he asks, "Ah, d'you need a lift?" (Maybe you'd have to be there for that to be funny. Try imagining it in a charming Irish accent. See?)

(And my personal favorite) "It's not a successful St. Pat's unless I've got bumps on my head and blood and urine on my clothes."

So wise, those Irish. It's only been a day. We'll see what the rest of the week brings.
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Tuesday, March 04, 2003
The Transgendered
A 'Brief' Retrospective From The Ex

Apparently they're everywhere in my life these days. I just saw a play on Sunday with an amazing actress here in Chicago. And when I say actress I mean a woman who was formally a homosexual man who is now married to a lesbian. But that shouldn't matter right, because a good actress is a good actress and this 'woman' is a damn amazing actress. One of the finest I've seen here in Chicago. But it still doesn't keep me from looking at her and thinking "you were a man".

Now, The Ex is a very generous person and has agreed to be a part of a reading of a new play that a local theatre is doing. But just guess what is this play about. No, seriously, guess. That's right. A Tranie. And not just any transgendered person, but one who kills a dying man to get money for his/her sex change operation. Exciting stuff, eh?

So, I ask you, why are they ( 'they' being the transsexuals and the transgendered - b/c I am learning there is a difference) everywhere in my life right now? Is there some lesson that the almighty is trying to teach me through all this exposure to the transgendered community. I mean, I consider myself to be a very open-minded and understanding person. But I'm still having a hard time grasping the concept of wanting to completely change your entire body and become another sex. I can understand homosexuality, b/c I've had plenty of gay friends and even toyed with the idea "am I? am I not?" (the spark.com told me I was 56% gay after all). I can even understand wanting to put on a dress and some dazzling makeup and feel pretty for an evening. But to chop off your penis and take estrogen injections for the rest of your life?!?! Sweetie, that ain't what Ann Margaret had in mind when she flitted around singing 'How Lovely to Be a Woman'!!!

But I don't judge. Seriously. Whatever makes you happy and doesn't infringe on another person's liberties, blah, blah, blah...

Maybe I'm just not as open-minded as I thought.
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 Monday, March 03, 2003
The Changing of the Guard

Micky has been less than exciting these last few weeks, so The Ex is taking over his blogging duties! It was only a matter of time really, seeing as how Micky is so throughly influenced by me and all that I am. Okay, while that might only be partly true, you probably won't notice much of a differnce since we speak the same...and often at the same time.

But today we're going to talk about fatness. Now, I am a very confident woman. I know that I am beautiful, smart, talented, funny and just an all around kick-ass time, so when I say 'I'm fat!' I'm not saying it to fish a compliment or two. I'm saying it b/c the pants that I am wearing have become too tight and the fat on my hips is protruding over the edge. Charming, eh? Well, the Mick and I had a conversation recently about how neither of us are motivated to do much of anything to change the way we look. Yes, we both belong to the gym, but it's damn hard to get there given both of our busy schedules. Yes, we both try to eat healthy, but damnit, Lord, why did you make Chili's chips and salsa so frickin' tasty?!?! And while we both drink lite beer, drinking 10 of them a night doesn't really save us any calories.

So I have proposed, for myself anyway (Mick had McDonald's TWICE today) that I go on a diet. I know it's a horrible word and leave's no room for chips and salsa and a Presidente Margarita, but people it's time to do something!!! I am no longer ready for this jelly. So today was my first official day on the Zone Diet, made famous by elite athletes and Jennifer Anniston. So I had eggs and a banana for breakfast (nothing out of the ordinary) but for lunch I had 2 oz of tuna salad and a shit load of celery sticks. CELERY! Celery is not an appropriate accent to ANY meal. But I can't quit now. I've only been on the diet for five hours....I must keep going. Cottage cheese and half of an apple await me for my afternoon snack. yum!

***just a side note: Micky says that I should check my spelling, but I'm a bad typist and I am not ashamed.***
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 Sunday, March 02, 2003
The Update

Micky neglected to blog much last week, because he just didn't feel like it.

Micky fell down the stairs. He hurt himself in his posterior area. That was Monday. It still hurts.

Micky finished another show. He's about to finish one more, bringing his total of shows down to two. Yay.

Micky realizes that he needs to work less.

Micky wishes he could work less and still pay his rent.

Micky discovers that although he has worked far too much in the last month, paying his rent is going to be a superhuman feat.

Micky used up all his superhuman feats yesterday by singlehandedly lifting a giant dining room table into the back of his truck.

Micky remembers that he fell and hurt himself and it still hurts.

Micky learns, during a bar conversation with a chiropractor and a massage therapist, what a hernia actually is.

Micky is pleased to find that he does not, in fact, have a hernia.

Micky is happy because he does not have insurance, and could not afford to go to the doctor if he did have a hernia.

Micky realizes that he has spent the last 20 minutes on this entry. Micky is also 20 minutes late for his next appointment. Oh well.

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