"Take care of my son." ...and cue tears

Just for the record... Romance? Death? Heartache? Yeah sure, those make me cry. But nothing gets me going like the love between a child and their parents. Why? I'm not sure. I can only guess it's because I love mine so much. They're the only thing that will never fall through on me, and I can count on that.

13 Going On 30 - When she's downstairs in the closet and her parents come down and she throws her arms around her parents, I went from neutral to ridiculous tears in nothing flat.

Chorus Line - When San Marco (I think that's his name, I'm still watching it) talks about his parents not really approving of dancing drag, but they supported him anyway - his mother was crying and his father said to the director "Take care of my son.", that being the first time he ever called him son... tears, out of nowhere.

I think I cry, at minimum, twice a week. And yet, I'm cynical? I don't get it either.

[EDIT] Wanna know when I don't cry? When someone leaves. Like when Matt and Hillary left for New York. Nothin. I didn't cry until they came back to visit and I realized how much I missed them. Didn't cry when Dustin left, and I kinda thought maybe I loved him for a little while. He went back to San Fran and I've gone on my merry way; he gradually fades further every day. Now I hardly feel anything for him. I am a strange emotional creature.

heyo, changed my mind again. now you can find me at http:// inkandmask.tumblr.com.

Stephanie Miller: Mobile Junkie

I bought a macbook over Christmas and I take it with me everywhere but work. I joined twitter recently... and hooked it up to my facebook profile... and figured out how to update facebook from my phone... whoa. We're getting more and more mobile by the day. I can get a constant feed of information straight from the internet to my cell phone. I used to make fun of the idea of being constantly connected in such a way. I would say "as long as I can call out and text, I'm happy, I don't need a damn laptop in my pocket.". Oh how my mind is being transformed.

Designing Aurora

What a week! I didn't even feel my weekend.

Brief synopsis:

Monday: Missed bio, spent most of my shop time getting disoriented by my key lights, rehearsal then stayed at the theatre until 12.30A hanging fixtures.

Tuesday: At the theatre at 8am. Only break I took was 5.30 - 7.00 for my bio lab. Then rehearsal. Called around and got someone to work for me on Thursday. Didn't go home until after midnight.

Wednesday: Fatigue attacked me. Made it to bio, but missed theatre history. Got my 15' light tree up... which is secured with DUCT TAPE. Ghettooooo. Snagged another nap before rehearsal and didn't stay after. Sooo tired after two 15 hour days in a row.

Thursday: Fixed some lights. Pretty proud of myself for that. Got all fixtures hung and focused. Stayed at the theatre until 3am.

Friday: Cut and dropped gels. Some sidelights and a backlight aren't working but it's going to be a PAIN to fix, so hoping Fel won't notice. Stayed until 1am.

Saturday: Longest. Tech. EVER. But not because Fel got mad or anything. Just cuz I have a lot of lights and a lot of cues. 42 cues for an hour and a half long show. That's like, a light cue every two minutes. But the walkers said it wasn't so bad. And my lights are gorgeous.

Sunday: Much more relaxed with most of the work done. Wet tech was only two and a half hours. 5 hour dry tech, 2.5 hour wet tech... It's all because Becca is the bombest ass stage manager...

Today: Wait, what? Monday?! Where did you come from? I didn't even feel the weekend. Now I have to pay my rent and bills, which are all a week over due. And catch up on homework. Sigh. February is always brutal.

Sobriety Test and the Boredom of Small Town Cops

I got my first sobriety test tonight... yay? Not really an achievement but, here's how it went.

Dustin and I went out for a couple drinks. Then we left. When I pulled out of the parking lot I drove into the far lane, which, if there had been a car coming up in that lane, could have potentially been a traffic hazard. But there wasn't. Not a big deal, right?

Dustin: "Hey, be careful, there's a cop behind you."
Me: "Aight, I'm cool."
Cop car lights: *blinkblinkblinkredwhiteblink!"
Me: *grumble*

So I pull over. They say they smelled alcohol on my breath (which is silly, I didn't have much to drink) and ask me to step out of the car to walk in a straight line and watch the tip of a pen while they moved it around. They let me go on a verbal warning. Sheesh! I bet those guys just post themselves outside of bars at the end of every month to attempt to make their quota. So ridiculous.

Hair: Big Sexy Waves

A colleague of mine, Diana Brazil, has this long, thick bronzy brown hair that she often wears in big, loose waves like you see on many celebrities. I asked her once how she did it. She said "It's easy, you just wrap your hair around the barrel of the curling iron instead of clamping it." Sounds easy enough. So I tried it today, and this is the result! Looks pretty good for a first try, I think, although I'm pretty sure my hair is almost too short for this. I burned my finger once and it took me about 45 minutes, but with practice I'll be burn free and down to 30. This beauty article gives a detailed description of how to get this look, which I'll be more likely to try next time, minus pinning the curls. That's way too much work for me.

Red Lobster: Introducing the Characters

I've been keeping a livejournal for many years now, and I've decided to start fresh.

So while my electric blanket is warming up my bed, I'll tell you a story.

I work at Red Lobster. March marks a year and a half. And let me tell you about some of the characters I have met during that time...

Warren was an AC (alley coordinator). He would bump food out of the window before it was taken, so on very busy nights, food would disappear from the window and frolic of to other people's tables as no one could tell where it was supposed to go. He was very good at invading people's personal space, particularly if you were female. I would be minding my own business, making a salad, wondering if I should take tea by table 34... when all of a sudden, before I had any time to react, I would feel a warm body behind me and hot... moist... breath on my ear and a low black voice saying "you make that salad good". I would sidle away from him, thanking him with a complete absence of warmth and leaving a cloud of dust behind me as I ran. Ca-reepy!

Yuri was another prize AC. When he first started working there I was like "hey, cute Russian boy... yum...". And then he started talking. He one-upped Warren on the creep factor simply because where Warren wouldn't actually make an unwanted move, Yuri would. Homeboy flat out told me at work after I (regretfully) invited him to a New Year's party that he "wanted to go back to my place and you know uhh... have sex". Whoa. He also wiped us out of about 5 gallons of ice cream a week, and once a full bag of parmesan cheese he spilled on the floor and then proceeded to toe into a line and photograph.

And then there's Kathy. Our dear beloved Kathy. She has been working as a host at the Red Lobster where I am currently employed for approximately 14 years. Her total service time to the corporation is hotly debated amongst the servers. She remembers when the servers wore sailor suits and steak and lobster was $8.50. She's 50ish but appears on the verge of 70, acts about as immature as the servers and is one pill popping crazy lady. I caught a glimpse into her purse a few weeks ago and, on first glance, counted five prescription bottles. She told me once that she takes Xanax for headaches.

More to come... my luxurious walmart futon is warm and awaits me.