Click on the "Live in Harlem" to view my home. It is for sale. It has brought me much happiness over the last six years, but I am on to the next chapter of my life.
Anyone interested in buying?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Why no listen?
Well the drama has begun again. NK Drama that is. This year we are doing the show 'Alice in Wonderland Jr.' To be completely honest, I'm not really keen on it. I'm not the biggest ALICE fan but the kids voted on it so that's what we're doing. Remind me never to listen to 14 year olds! So because of the fact that I'm not a fan of ALICE I am not really into the show this year. It's sad really...I want to be into it. But I'm just not. The kids are really good this year. Both shows are going to be really great, with the talent. The girl who I cast as the Caterpillar (Emma) is beyond amazing. She just gets it, and her voice is phenomenal. And it doesn't hurt that she loves me haha. I'm her new best friend. And everyone knows how much I love all the praise and admiration from my kiddos. I love them all in return. (well not all of them...99% of them. That 1% who I don't like includes one such girl named Sarellen. It's not that I don't like her. She is just in your face annoying. And she is always at rehearsals...when she's NOT supposed to be!
So, rehearsals tend to be crazy because the kids do NOT listen. So by the end I'm stressed, anxious and depressed. I sometimes just feel very insecure and not confident in myself. What makes me a good director? I don't know. One of the kids, Jack told me yesterday that he admires me, lol...because nobody has gotten hurt. I certainly hope he didn't jinx it. (KNOCK ON WOOD!) But back to my insecurities; the kids shoot out ideas of what to do and they are really good ideas. So why can't I come up with any good ones? I really need to spend some time finding myself. I think I'm in Ireland right now. I guess I'll just stay here until September and be someone else. AHHH I keep getting off track and talking about random stuff. Sorry about that. Anyhoo - I totally know it's my fault the kids don't listen to me. I treat them more as friends than as students. I don't know.
Well I have nothing really to say. I am boring.
So, rehearsals tend to be crazy because the kids do NOT listen. So by the end I'm stressed, anxious and depressed. I sometimes just feel very insecure and not confident in myself. What makes me a good director? I don't know. One of the kids, Jack told me yesterday that he admires me, lol...because nobody has gotten hurt. I certainly hope he didn't jinx it. (KNOCK ON WOOD!) But back to my insecurities; the kids shoot out ideas of what to do and they are really good ideas. So why can't I come up with any good ones? I really need to spend some time finding myself. I think I'm in Ireland right now. I guess I'll just stay here until September and be someone else. AHHH I keep getting off track and talking about random stuff. Sorry about that. Anyhoo - I totally know it's my fault the kids don't listen to me. I treat them more as friends than as students. I don't know.
Well I have nothing really to say. I am boring.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Seattle
Seattle.
Mark, Lindsay and Amanda travelled to Seattle. And it really was a trip. The flight was six hours non stop and I felt like I was going to stop. It was almost like a reunion for the three of us. We all went to college together. Eight years ago. You do the math. We majored in English. We were wicked smart.
I was getting over a cold, but had even worse stress in my life. Amanda was on death's door with her own cold. Lindsay was ... well she had pepto tablets from 2008 incase of an emergency.
It rained the first day (but always felt like spring/fall). The rest of the days were beautiful. We went to Green Lake. We went to the Space Needle. We visited Pike's Place Market. We walked through Capitol Hill (where I may move). We saw Madison Park (where Kurt Cobain and the guy who created Starbucks lived/lives). We walked through the shopping district. We travelled through Belltown. We took a bus (where was number 16?!). And we we're only there for roughly three days. I look back and think 'hey, we saw a lot.'
And stayed at the Edgewater - really on the water. What a great hotel. Our fist dinner at the 67 -- turned out to be just dessert. By the time we got off the flight even Lindsay looked like hell had smacked her in the face. But I recommend everyone visit. I wouldn't go to the Steelhead Diner. I may have spelled that wrong for my protection. Eh. Overpriced. Everyone was really friendly. Everything was very clean. It's a very eco-friendly city. But I do snore. And so then felt guilty and didn't get the best sleep. Amanda was sick and didn't sleep well. And Lindsay -- she had her music and Simon. She was in heaven.
Lindsay met a man. His name was Simon. Amanda loved her chicken sandwich. Sure, there were blood, sweat and tears. I nearly fainted/threw up after one dinner at a bar. But then I was fine. But we all survived. And the five hour flight home wasn't as bad. But we did wake up at 430am - never again.
Mark, Lindsay and Amanda travelled to Seattle. And it really was a trip. The flight was six hours non stop and I felt like I was going to stop. It was almost like a reunion for the three of us. We all went to college together. Eight years ago. You do the math. We majored in English. We were wicked smart.
I was getting over a cold, but had even worse stress in my life. Amanda was on death's door with her own cold. Lindsay was ... well she had pepto tablets from 2008 incase of an emergency.
It rained the first day (but always felt like spring/fall). The rest of the days were beautiful. We went to Green Lake. We went to the Space Needle. We visited Pike's Place Market. We walked through Capitol Hill (where I may move). We saw Madison Park (where Kurt Cobain and the guy who created Starbucks lived/lives). We walked through the shopping district. We travelled through Belltown. We took a bus (where was number 16?!). And we we're only there for roughly three days. I look back and think 'hey, we saw a lot.'
And stayed at the Edgewater - really on the water. What a great hotel. Our fist dinner at the 67 -- turned out to be just dessert. By the time we got off the flight even Lindsay looked like hell had smacked her in the face. But I recommend everyone visit. I wouldn't go to the Steelhead Diner. I may have spelled that wrong for my protection. Eh. Overpriced. Everyone was really friendly. Everything was very clean. It's a very eco-friendly city. But I do snore. And so then felt guilty and didn't get the best sleep. Amanda was sick and didn't sleep well. And Lindsay -- she had her music and Simon. She was in heaven.
Lindsay met a man. His name was Simon. Amanda loved her chicken sandwich. Sure, there were blood, sweat and tears. I nearly fainted/threw up after one dinner at a bar. But then I was fine. But we all survived. And the five hour flight home wasn't as bad. But we did wake up at 430am - never again.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Eat Pray Love
The movie event of the year.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpYrc0mx_XA
"To have broken heart means you have tried for something." - Ketut, and Liz Gilbert
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpYrc0mx_XA
"To have broken heart means you have tried for something." - Ketut, and Liz Gilbert
And then we had sex...
Remember when I said I love you? And my heart was broken. And he still lived with me. And somehow we still managed to be friends. However unhealthy that was.
Well, we're still friends. And I let go of any idea. And I made a new friend. And I've seriously thought about moving (to Seattle!). I will always love him. A part of him. But I know we are not meant to be together.
He is not enough of a man - or enough of the kind of man I need. I know this now. I didn't before. I never thought I could change him (I really didn't!). But I did think I could accept all his shortcomings and he could love me and accept me and it could work.
But I now know I deserve better. I shouldn't have to just meet someone that I can accept. Maybe that means I'm alone forever? Hell, I'm already 30. Fuck it.
I say all this because HE HIT ON ME -- we had SEX. March 7th. He was drunk. I was half asleep. But he came to me and we had sex.
And I was finally laid properly. It was long and intense and sweet and everything I had hoped sex would be. And I didn't become attached after the fact. I still believe I deserve more. And that means I have grown (however unhealthy it was to have sex with him).
I don't care. This sex was fucking hot!
And afterwards we laid together. And he fell asleep. And I laid there half thinking I was dreaming. It was like my reward for three and a half years of emotional torture.
Will I have sex with him again? Yes, but I don't believe it would happen. I'm not waiting for him or anybody. I feel more sure of who I am and better about life sense this.
I was able to have sex with love (not the kind of I'm in love with - the love is more evolved than that). When we held each other there was love there. The kind of love that will stay with me.
And did I mention how hot it was?
Everyone should have some hot sex tonight!
Well, we're still friends. And I let go of any idea. And I made a new friend. And I've seriously thought about moving (to Seattle!). I will always love him. A part of him. But I know we are not meant to be together.
He is not enough of a man - or enough of the kind of man I need. I know this now. I didn't before. I never thought I could change him (I really didn't!). But I did think I could accept all his shortcomings and he could love me and accept me and it could work.
But I now know I deserve better. I shouldn't have to just meet someone that I can accept. Maybe that means I'm alone forever? Hell, I'm already 30. Fuck it.
I say all this because HE HIT ON ME -- we had SEX. March 7th. He was drunk. I was half asleep. But he came to me and we had sex.
And I was finally laid properly. It was long and intense and sweet and everything I had hoped sex would be. And I didn't become attached after the fact. I still believe I deserve more. And that means I have grown (however unhealthy it was to have sex with him).
I don't care. This sex was fucking hot!
And afterwards we laid together. And he fell asleep. And I laid there half thinking I was dreaming. It was like my reward for three and a half years of emotional torture.
Will I have sex with him again? Yes, but I don't believe it would happen. I'm not waiting for him or anybody. I feel more sure of who I am and better about life sense this.
I was able to have sex with love (not the kind of I'm in love with - the love is more evolved than that). When we held each other there was love there. The kind of love that will stay with me.
And did I mention how hot it was?
Everyone should have some hot sex tonight!
Best of the Decade
OK so it's March. And the Academy Awards are so two weeks ago.
But, here's my list of my ten favorite films of the decade for each year 2000-2009. Go rent them. They are all worth it.
Erin Brockovich (2000)
In the Bedroom (2001)
Lovely and Amazing (2002)
Shattered Glass (2003)
Closer (2004)
Brokeback Mountain (2005)
The Departed (2006)
Into the Wild (2007)
Rachel Getting Married (2008)
An Education (2009)
But, here's my list of my ten favorite films of the decade for each year 2000-2009. Go rent them. They are all worth it.
Erin Brockovich (2000)
In the Bedroom (2001)
Lovely and Amazing (2002)
Shattered Glass (2003)
Closer (2004)
Brokeback Mountain (2005)
The Departed (2006)
Into the Wild (2007)
Rachel Getting Married (2008)
An Education (2009)
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Who Am I?
Who in the world am I? Do you know? Most of the time I spend at work or at home, I ask my self that question and I have no idea the answer. What do I like/dislike? So here is my list of likes/dislikes.
LIKES
* Movies
* (500) Days of Summer
* Moulin Rouge
* Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton)
* Harry Potter movies
* TV Shows
* LOST
* 24
* Chuck
* Damages
* Parenthood
* The Middle
* Theatre
* Music
* Celine Dion
* Aerosmith
* Barenaked Ladies
* Black Eyed Peas
* Working with my drama kids
* Traveling
DISLIKES
* WORK
* People who don't use correct grammar / spelling
* Chunky tomato sauce on either pizza or pasta
* People who drive stupidly
* The sound of people chewing their food or gulping their drink
* People in general
* Not being paid attention to
So that last dislike...not being paid attention to - sometimes I want to just scream to everyone to PAY ATTENTION TO ME! Which is a weird thought because people do pay attention to me (mostly) but it's this general feeling of being in the background during most situations and nobody really noticing that I'm there or even exist. And if I left, they wouldn't notice. I know that can be mostly my fault as I am very quiet and barely say anything. It's hard for me. I don't know why. Words in spoken form do not come easy to me. I wish I could be more verbal and outspoken but I just feel that I don't have anything of real substance to contribute. Who really wants to hear my thoughts and opinions? Or for that matter, are my thoughts and opinions really mine, or are they me using others thoughts and opinions as my own for I can't seem to really think about what I think of the subject?
Life is one big rollercoaster that I don't want to go on. I'm too scared and frightened. Not exactly OF the rollercoaster, but of the unknown, in every situation.
What I would really love to do is spend a year traveling Europe to find myself. I know that sounds awfully cliche but it's true. As BNL says 'if I had a million dollars'... So I guess I will just continue on this path and see where it takes me. Hopefully it will lead somewhere fun and exciting instead of this dull and mundane life I'm leading now.
SEATTLE in one week. Need this so much.
Ta ta for now.
Lindsay
LIKES
* Movies
* (500) Days of Summer
* Moulin Rouge
* Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton)
* Harry Potter movies
* TV Shows
* LOST
* 24
* Chuck
* Damages
* Parenthood
* The Middle
* Theatre
* Music
* Celine Dion
* Aerosmith
* Barenaked Ladies
* Black Eyed Peas
* Working with my drama kids
* Traveling
DISLIKES
* WORK
* People who don't use correct grammar / spelling
* Chunky tomato sauce on either pizza or pasta
* People who drive stupidly
* The sound of people chewing their food or gulping their drink
* People in general
* Not being paid attention to
So that last dislike...not being paid attention to - sometimes I want to just scream to everyone to PAY ATTENTION TO ME! Which is a weird thought because people do pay attention to me (mostly) but it's this general feeling of being in the background during most situations and nobody really noticing that I'm there or even exist. And if I left, they wouldn't notice. I know that can be mostly my fault as I am very quiet and barely say anything. It's hard for me. I don't know why. Words in spoken form do not come easy to me. I wish I could be more verbal and outspoken but I just feel that I don't have anything of real substance to contribute. Who really wants to hear my thoughts and opinions? Or for that matter, are my thoughts and opinions really mine, or are they me using others thoughts and opinions as my own for I can't seem to really think about what I think of the subject?
Life is one big rollercoaster that I don't want to go on. I'm too scared and frightened. Not exactly OF the rollercoaster, but of the unknown, in every situation.
What I would really love to do is spend a year traveling Europe to find myself. I know that sounds awfully cliche but it's true. As BNL says 'if I had a million dollars'... So I guess I will just continue on this path and see where it takes me. Hopefully it will lead somewhere fun and exciting instead of this dull and mundane life I'm leading now.
SEATTLE in one week. Need this so much.
Ta ta for now.
Lindsay
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