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Monday, January 10th, 2005
5:04 pm	How many different ljnames have I nested in? RaspberrYPride, Blondieboo, WHOMOUI, and now whomoi. Moodle, still takes this cake on this princelike feat but I am damn fickle in my own right. Remember how LADYUN told me that I was too curvy to play Carrie in the APO haunted house? Well she was damn right. Funny at the time I thought I was some hawt, scary shit. See for yourself: http://www.livejournal.com/users/bardtalia/ This is actually, postively, absolutely my last post as whomoui. If you wish to continue our on-line lj friendship add: whomoi and view my new entry. WHEEE!!! Bye Bye MISS WHOMOUI hello SPELL CHECK! (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 7th, 2005
5:31 pm	If You're Looking for a Revolution we-ell you know...We all Want to Change the World Great news!!! Dee calls me yesterday saying that at 6:30 AM she heard someone rampanging around the apartment and she struggled at her door with this person screaming and pushing so he could not enter. Said person beat her because he was a bigass cop. There were several warrants out for the arrest of James (the honeybuns are gold in prison roomie.) The apartment was searched excluding my locked room. James and Timmy had LOADS of pot and were arrested. Their disgusting rooms were open and now the place smells like dead filthy scum urine. The police were astounded at Sterling's decision to place these thugs with Dee and myself. SOO, at least Dee and I won't have to share the place with trash anymore. But we are still trying to get out of the lease, hopefully for free with the law on our side and all the crazy lawsuit worthy shit we have on Sterling. WHEEEE!!!! Oh yeah, and I lied...this username was used again. I was too lazy to set up the new. one :/ Current Mood: chipper Current Music: iF i wAS A rICH gIRL nanananannanananananna (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 4th, 2005
5:03 pm	Cool is the Anithesis of Comedy...So is the Word Antithesis- Collin Quinn If you want to laugh out loud and be moved...into a delightful plastic container rent or buy: The Boy in the Plastic Bubble. In the year 2005 I resolve to: alienate all of my loved ones. gain 20-30 pounds. eat lots of lard-based products. maybe get some sort of motorized chair throw out all those bad habits like hygeine. fail as many classes as possible. promote sexual abstinence through my peious example. So New Year's rocked pretty heavily. It was a terrific end to a pretty good year. I will hold 2004 fondly as being the year I: turned 20. attempted to make a student film got into some plays: directing, writing, and acting especially: The Best Little Whorehouse in TX. Held the greatest and worst job ever at 'Shine.' George Washington chopped down my cherry tree. I MET SHAUN!!! along with Dustin and Corrine, friends I shall keep for another year and possibly more. hosted some absolutely fabulous theme parties at 1513. lived with some felons. made dean's list twice. wrote some songs and poetry. decided to move to Toronto. parents FINALLY decided to get a divorce. (i'm sure more happened but i don't have time to look them all up.) This will be my last post as WHOMOUI. Maybe life will work itself out more precisely when my username is spelled correctly. Peace and elbow grease Heidi Current Music: Leave Us aLone will LIVE in the country, Leave us alone will (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 27th, 2004
4:55 pm	With the Words of a Poet and the Voice of a Choir I adore the snow. It has been so beautiful outside. More beautiful than it has ever been. God decided to commence a natural system of communism where it doesn't matter how ugly your lawn is or if your road is paved well, everything equals out on a beautiful, temporary pallete of white. And before you try to blacklist me let me just say that I am no commi, I'm just a big big fan of snow. Plus, its amazingly sexual driving and riding on the snow covered roads. The constant ups and downs and the oscillation of the automobile WHIPcreams my panties everytime. :) Christmas was aight. I got some clothes, accessories, a little money, some cds, and dvds. All in all, it was pleasant. I sometimes wish I could get into Christmas like I did as a child but I'm just not as materialistic or as religiously secure as I used to be. The things, no THING I really need is ridiculous to ask for, although I have asked for it half-heartedly for four years now. Buttcum January 18th I will recieve $600 from the school and I will call Kenny's uncle and begin my much needed revolution. I miss people. I miss human interactions outside of my family. I used to think my dad was soo brilliant as a child, I guess all kids do, but my dad is amazing at Jeopardy and just has the kind of head for trivia but he is the most closed-minded person I've ever met. There's a monstrous difference between a thinking person and a person who has an ear for memorization. Funny thing though, my dad used the word "kit-che" the other day, correctly! I was shocked! 'Queer Eye' has changed the world. I haven't been writing or reading, like I'd planned but I've been bonding with my brothers which was needed and appreciated. But I did get to hang out with Matt for a nice long bit. Missed him moodles! I helped him relax and dye his hair whils't watching "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton" and "Queer as Folk." OMG, that show is fantabulous. Bryan is HAWT and Hal Sparks is just delicious. Succh a good show. Plus I saw a BUNCH of people at Subway when we went to visit Che. Good times. Can't wait to karaokefy with he and the like. :) Music of the moment: Stevie Nicks, Elvis Costello, and the TALKING HEADS!!! I think I'm dying my hair strawberry blonde. Lemme try to upload a piccie.http://vnexpress.net/Vietnam/Van-hoa/San-khau-Dien-anh/2003/06/3B9C8A8E/10_drew.jpg PS: She is pretty. Mucho love to all. I miss you and I love you! YOur AURA IS PURPLE! CALL ME: 216-6202. Heidi Current Mood: missing you Current Music: Pyscho Killer- Talking Heads (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 20th, 2004
5:04 pm	Ho Ho HO- said the pimp at role call Losing you-ou-ou is just a memory Memories don't mean that much to me. -Elvis Costello (in many ways he's the superior Elvis but will never be as recognized as the original ;) It's been a while Mr. LJ. How have you been? Busy, yeah, I noticed. Holiday shopping is going well and I have rekindled my absolute love for my little brothers. :D I have such a problem with transitions. I balled when I got home and longed to be in my shitty little room in my trashy little apartment with the ex-cons and Deidre. I have to take so much in stride here and bite my tongue, just to keep things civil, and for those of you who know me at all I pretty much blurt every goddamn thing that flitters through my melon skull. But I like it here, now. "I can't tell from one moment to the next what I'm gonna like but for right now..." -eternal sunshine. COAT FIASCO- All last week, my Grandma tells me about this surprise she got me and kept pestering me, "When are you coming home? Are you excited about your surprise? I thought your last test was on Thursday?" So in the car ride up to the vegas, she calls me again, asking if my mom could make a detour so I could get my surprise because, "you might need it." I've been hoping, hoping HOPING that its a car. I get there and its this pink and sheep fur coat. It's cute and generic looking as hell. To top that off, she bought my mom the same coat but "not to worry you won't get it confused because mom's is smaller." K, I am already the fatter, paler, poorer, meaner version of my mother I don't need to point all this shit out by wearing the same goddamn coat. So I kind of act unenthused and I ask her if it would be all right for me to return it. She says, "You really hurt my feelings. Why don't you like it? yada yada" - Shit like this is what makes Christmas miserable. Gifts aren't liked, feelings are hurt. Ho ho ho. I don't mean to be negative, really I don't. I've been in better spirits, the last couple of days, swear. I think a lot of it has to do with my brothers, TELEVISION,and being completely cut-off from the drama of murfreesboro, and driving. *Le sigh.* I still have to find a clever way of obtaining my own automobile by Janurary 1st. Wish me luck! OMG- Did anyone see Destiny's Child on SNL- the second song they preformed was called "cater to you" or something? Let's just say they attempt to set feminisim back 50 years in a 3 minute ballad. Disgusting. Heidi P.S.-Oh and my mom's mad at me because she wants to see 'Closer' with me tonight. 'Closer' is not the kind of movie you see with your mom. Plus I have sworn to see it with Jade and Dustin. Let's make that happen soon yous guys. P.P.S. My entries are going to be infrequent over the break because my home computer is busted and the library here doesn't seem as welcoming as it used to be. :( Current Mood: complacent Current Music: Elvis Costello (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 17th, 2004
8:29 pm	Pre-Break Party Flop and the Revelations that Ensue So I had a bad time at this party last night and I figured out why... Aestically, it was not my night. My hair was flat and boring. I really need to do something NEW with it during the break. My outfit was dull: sweater, jeans, sad-little undershirt, and my glasses equip with scotch tape and a mis-matched leg. But I figured, "there won't be anyone fuckable at this party so who gives a damn; Ima rock my nerdiness." Of course, my posse all looked better than me, which was also cool in my pre-party mentality because they had more of a shot at a party hookup than I did. Liz was hot as always, Shannon like-wise, Corrine adoreable, and Dustin my little "shape of things" project...well -goddamnit -I've created a monster. He was on fire in MY clothes. I fucking hate and love it when people look better in my clothes than I do. But seriously, he is the "my little buddy" that I never had as a child and I'd dress him everyday if I could. So we conjure up some *Rum Island Ice Tea* and head off to the party. The party is lame but I expected such and its the end of the semester and I'm ready to get fuckedyupidy in a big way. Well, I DID manage to get drunk off the 2 glasses of "tea" and some stolen bitch and non-bitch beer. But it felt stale. Some old faces of people who aren't my closest friends, while my close friends are either making out with oneanother or looking very sad in a corner somewhere, or no where in sight because they aren't theatre people or the type of theatre people who frequent these parties. I just didn't feel a connection most of the night and when I did it was basically connecting on some sad level. Example: Taylor: I had the biggest crush on you last year, when you were in my stagecraft class. Heidi: Oh my God, I had a big crush on you too. After I saw you in "View from this Room" I told Ms. A. I was going to start a "Taylor Tutt Fan Club" because I just thought you were so talented and cute and you reminded me of Kirk Cameron. Taylor: That's so funny. Yeah, I remember that time you invited me to your house for that party. Heidi: Yeah, I could not believe you showed up to that. Taylor: Yeah, I was really excited about it and then when I showed up... Heidi: I know I was a total bitch. It was my birthday and I got "sad drunk" and was all "ex-boyfriend, can i go to your house?" ... It fucking sucks we both had crushes on each other and didn't say Taylor: Yeah, shyness... but we are different people now and ... Heidi: Yeah Taylor: But maybe someday. Heidi: Ya never know. It was just a room filled with disenchanted people, incapable of getting what they truly want, struggling to enjoy themselves. It felt unhealthy, stale...I know I was thinking what many in the room were thinking, "There is no attainable, attractive, fresh dick in this room." Its sad but true that my favorite thing about social drinking at lame parties is the catty commentary and company of my friends or the possibility of hooking up with someone. I didn't expect to get any at this party but I felt abandoned either emotiononally or physically that night... Once I have a car, I'm going to just leave a party when it gets like that...this plan of action necessitates that I wait to start drinking heavily once I am assured that I will enjoy myself. I got mean last night. I was throwing bottles, yelling, and complaining in my beligerence. This semester has sucked in sooo many ways. I have been a hermit. I've learned a lot and I appreciate what I've learned in this semester of immense introversion. I didn't mean for it to be that way...but there are 2 major types of theatre majors: those that are involved in just about everything in some way and those who aren't involved in anything and show up to graduation and no one knows who the fuck they are. I am in the purgatory of these two types: not involved yet visible. HOPEFULLY, next semester my potential energy will get casted into kineticism. Next semester, I want to re-emerge as a simotaneously complacent and enthusiastic human being. I believe that "in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make." I got mean= the party became dissatisfactory. So I'm cutting my negative ties or keeping them a mile away at least. (That regards people too.) Getting a car, I am soo determined. Beginning my 'This Book Will Change Your Life" again. Forming closer and more healthy relationships with people I can actually envision having healthy relationships with. Getting back into music. Meeting new people. -Just fucking getting it together. Doing whatever I can in order to experience as much as I can while I can, where I am. Damn, I wish making plans was not such a pre-meditated masochistic activity. Heidi (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 16th, 2004
3:20 pm	Stick a fork in me, Jerry, I'm done. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
11:49 pm	Holla? Could someone or all of you...I don't care either way...gimmie a ringy dingy ding dong tomorrow at 8 AM if you're awake? I CAN NOT miss my 9:30 exam and I've been sleeping through my alarm as of late. :/ Thank ya kindly. Also, Today I made a parrot puppet for my storytelling exam. I'm pretty proud of it. It's as craftacular as can be! Maybe I'll get someone to tape my final preformance so you all can witness the magic. More to come... Heidi (Comment on this)
2:40 pm	So Dumb I could stab myself right now. The last thing I say to my jewish Mod Drama professor: Have a Merry Christmas! (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 13th, 2004
6:40 pm	bullshit bullshit bullshit- i'm poor. none of this matters. I don't fit in with the theatre majors. I don't feel that I contribute to the department in any artistic or significant manner. I don't know why I ever harbored the disillusion that I did. I've always perceived my uniqueness a good thing that would inevitably, hopefully prove my vitality as a piece of the BDApuzzle. But I just don't feel like it anymore. I try so hard and to no avail. What's worse instead of constructive criticism I hear "you read so well, you just weren't right for this part." What the hell is that? I'm an actress I can make myself right for the part. (Contradictory: as a director I realize some are better for parts than others.) Fuck it, I'm disenchanted but what am I to do, write weird poetry and plays that a handful of people read let alone dig? God Bless the English major, I guess. Ding ding! You may have guessed it. This post is not as out of the blue as it may seem. The Center for the Arts called. I am being "considered" for the roles of Goddess Iris and Boatswain 2. Basically I would have a couple lines and a drastic costume change in between the only and final two scenes I'd be on stage. I know I sound, petty and bitter as hell and I am well aware of the constructive cliche' "there are no small parts..." But CHRIST, I had a fucking great audition! Why am I not being "considered for Miranda? What the hell can I do to better play the game? And do I really want to? I am far to controlling and independent to be so dependent on the admiration and respect of others...which is how people get cast! I just...goddamn I'm annoying. I'm sure a lot of the people on my friends list have had similar mentalities... This is a sign. I'm gonna finish my screenplay over the break and send it to people. I hold no obligation or ties to this school or town excluding the handful of student directors who have cast me and some helpful advice from Ms. A. So who wants to drop out of school and make softcore porn a high form of art with me?! The title of the tale is: Unbuckling the Bible Belt (if you steal this from me I'll kill you slow.) Tell me know so I can write a part with you in mind. *Le sigh* I'm happy being me but I'd be so much more successful if I was Courtney Cowart. Oh well, my Revenge of the Nerds moment will come. :( I used to have so much more enthusiasm about theatre now I'm... I’m all out of love, I’m so lost without you I know you were right, believing for so long I’m all out of love, what am I without you I can’t be too late to say I was so wrong I'm sorry Stanislovski, God of Theatre, please forgive me I will re-emerge when someone gives a damn. But do you guys get the dilemma? As theatre majors,c we're all trying to pretend like we don't give a damn and then when we actually stop caring- you realize you get what you give in a way. And I don't mean that I've stopped caring about acting, I mean I've stopped caring about people liking me. I.e. I've put on weight, look like a hotmess most of the time, and have been wearing the same pair of pants for like 4 days now. If I was a writer, aestectics wouldn't matter, professionaly. It's troubling to enter a profesison with so little self-effecient opps. But yes, I am writing my own "Garden State" if you will, I mean I bet Zach Braff,aka my future husband, wouldn't have gotten many dramatic acting opps. if he hadn't proven himself in the way he did. There is hope... I guess that's what I want. As for The Tempest, boo hiss, I dunno if I can even do the part they are "considering" offering me anyways because I don't have a car to get me there nor do I really have the will. Oi. See dilemmas like this don't matter so much when I remember how poor I am. Ah, the blinding light at the end of the tunnel. Heidi (21 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 10th, 2004
3:54 pm	WHO...YOURMOTHER! my stupidity has never felt more surfaced and realized... my username should be:whomoi. :( maybe i shouldn't have pointed that out. ummm, well maybe i'll change it to the correct spelling when i begin anew next semester. I'm going to begin my 'this book will change your life' again and things will turn up for me, i guarantee it. :) whomoui led a lonely, self-involved life, maybe whomoi will get it together. :/ doubtful. we are one and the same. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
2:48 pm	Take a Chance you Stupid HO, oh UH oh My hair is wet and it is very cold in here. "Hello Pneumonia, I'm Heidi. Pleased to meet you." Some boys were interested in sub-leasing from me but they have yet to see the place :( *Crosses fingers* This may just be another 'caricature- drawing and possibly framing' christmas for Heidi because I am broke as a joke on coke. Speaking of coke, I partook in some yummy yummy drugs this week and rekindled my love for the green. Shannon visited me. Good times minus the phone burglar. 80's dance party last night broadcasted over the campus station was sooo friggin fun OMG! 'Almost Famous' makes me want to drop out of school and muse for a mid-level band..first I want Kate Hudson's toned tummy, green fir-trimmed coat, and natural awe-striking beauty, and of course an obliging band... OH WAIT I MAY HAVE FOUND ONE: At Hot Topic this week with Dustin, Curtis, Rachael, and Anna I flirted with some muy guapo senors. One of the guys looked like Ben Folds and had a certain asshole charm that made me cream my panties a little. The other cutie was 16 but asked me to marry him. I told him he'd have to take my name and he said he would. Yaay, feminism climbs another rung! Ben Folds' boy (Jake) is in a band and I am to see him in concert tonight at RocketTown. Sadly, he doesn't tickle the ivories like Ben he is in some hardcore band but I'm just hype to get out there and see a show! WHEEE! (P.S. i think 'tickle the ivories' will be the new lingo for me getting felt up hahaha') Even if circumstances disallow me from attending tonight, I felt such an ehilaration from merely flirting with those guys. I've been subconsciously yearning for the sense of adventure that comes from meeting new people, and the wonders that may ensue from expressing my charming self to someone new and learning someone else's back-story and overcoming ours dreamily as one. YAAAY! Not that I don't love my old friends...not even that...its just the thrill of the seemingly untainted. OR -ts just anything that will keep me from feeling like an old stale, pod-woman-spinster I will embrace, whole-heartedly at this point. Sometimes, to generalize hugely, it feels like everyone is either attached to someone else or crying to me about not being attached to someone, OR the worst- complaining whils't in a relationship. I don't mind this usually because I am a good listener and sometimes I have valuable advice to give and I do genuinely care...sometimes. BUt fuck it I need to live too! I feel like this weird sub-human, like I'm not a woman anymore I'm Sister Mary Councilorface, Crying Shoulderhead. Boo hisss. Not today. I want to FEEL again and have something to complain and or gush about. Oh, I auditioned for 'The Tempest' and it went very well. I want the part of Miranda but so does every girl around my age. It's playing at 'Center for the Arts' in March. I learn Monday, if I am cast. Oi, I slept until post-noonish today. Finals are gonna kick my big white ass. I still haven't seen 'Closer.' What the fuck is that? Heidi (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 4th, 2004
12:03 am	Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-o I wanna be sedated Just put me in a wheelchair get me to the show Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco I can't control my fingers I can't control my toes Oh no no no no no Ba-ba-bamp-ba ba-ba-ba-bamp-ba I wanna be sedated 24 HOUR THEATRE was soo amazingly fun this year. Last year I felt tired and constrained working with little miss boringface on a play I really couldn't get into...the parkbench one, yeah. THIS YEAR WAS INCREDIBLE! I was scared when I saw I was assigned to direct because I'm only good when I absolutely love and understand the piece, and can get really creative in the direction. AKA: JOe's play "Two Meet in a Dream" last year. Luckily, Miss Tina Hudson wrote a very fun play that allowed a LOT of creativity from the cast and myself. It was about a guy who brought a date home. He had a lot of cats. She didn't like cats. His mom lived with him too and she loved cats a lot and did not tolerate those that were not cat people. The girl ended up breaking up with him because of all the goddamn cats.The play called for two actors to play cats. Those were the bare bones and we went wild with it. There will be pictures and perhaps a video link to come that will explain this better than I can. BUt we ended up having 4 actors play 4 very different kinds of cats and do very funny things to the humans which were also very funny momma's boy, normal one, and crazy crazy cat lady characters. The set was clad with some very eccentric catgear. I had soo much fun and I think it was some of my best work I've ever done and its soo awesome that all of this happened in 24 hrs. OMG, how CATASTIC is that?! Okay, so I'm weird and I felt indulged for a day. And I have sooo many bruises on my legs from the whole "pussy wrangler" experience. The other 2 plays were cool too. Mad props to everyone who had anything to do with 'Art and Zoe' such a neat thing, a 10 min. musical! Umm, yeah, so... thats about all I did this weekend, retardedly. I have a test at 2:20 in Mod Drama. :( Also I want to learn esparanto. Your akimo (friend in esperanto), Heidi (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 3rd, 2004
10:23 pm	EPIPHANY! So, I've been watching 'Man on the MOon' and I'm soo intrigued by Andy Kauffman. What a cool cat! I had no idea. I want to do what he did...ya know, something new and have people either think i'm a genuius or a lunatic. :D I was also inspired by 'the national, intergender wrestling champion' to host a mud-wrestling party for my 21st. Ima have to really firm up now so we don't have a repeat of last year. (Dee bodyslammed me on to the floor hard and I had to see a doc about my knee.) This year, Ima be a dirty, dirty bitch in the ring. Wheee!! oF course, my plans will be thwarted if no one subleases from us. :( I really want to go through with this idea tho, because its gonna be hella hard to top last year's, "dressed to get fucked in the 80's party." 24 hr. theatre tomorrow. I'm a director! So exhilarating. Its a large and in charge task but I'm bout it. WHEEEEEE!!!! *Artistic brainwaves become kinetic!!! Guess, I shall try to hit the hay by midnight. My grungy ass has to be at school at 7 in the A.M. bitches. *Gets that green tea a'boilin.* Heidi (6 Comments |Comment on this)
11:12 am	OMG, THIS IS MAGICAL! A-RON!!             erotic robotic is love brought to you by the isLove Generator Ima clean up my flute because it tastes a bit metallic and leaves a rusty smell on my omisure (sp?). You can be working on some tunes. We must get together over the xmas break and play: its a sign from the great robotic gods above! heidi (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
10:36 pm	Life is an Awkward Moment "What's happiness to you?" I need to 'experience the warmth.' Its hard not to 'let the world bring you down," when nearly 'everyone here is that fucked up and cold.' BUT lets not talk about that today...because I had a beautiful moment today that I would like to share... I beamed today. I was ecstatic. *Envisions Tracy Morgan playing Mike Tyson* For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was glowing or something. Like I delivered a small beautiful child and it only took 10 minutes, and 2 weeks of pregnancy. The scene from 'Closer' went really really well. I didn't want it to end. I mean, I guess I was cool with the actual scene ending but it was the buzz after a job well done that made me.. well with pride! 'It's times like these you learn to love again.' :D Very good times. I'm really fuckin glad I'm at MTSU. I was on cloud nine (which is one of my favorite plays by the way but I'm alluding to the cliche' in this sentence) when the scene was over and Katie, Dustin and I beamed and hugged one another. *Sigh* Knowing that another climax such as this awaits, is reason enough to enter the repeatedly rejected masses and inevitable starving artistry. :D LOve it! Sequentially, the climax was followed by a slew of falling actions. (Including some interesting plot twists: Andrea Funk and my 1 hr. informative and bonding convo [she wants sooze, too, but i like her muchly regardless.], another "i just don't know what to do" episode from Rachael, getting lost, eating pizza, getting hit on by a waitress, and talking about possible asshole closeted-homos with Shaunzi, and all the while receiving numerous, inquiring stares because today my noggin featured a beautiful short, metallic red wig. I hope everyone here likes cellulite! Yeah, so my outfit today was scandelous. It had to be. I was playing a dirty stripper. And I thought I looked pretty damn cute. BUT, my BUTT is the problem. I realize that if I want to go beyond the five and ten minute scenes and onto a professional career, I'm gonna have to not be so....soft. Okay, that was limited, I could possibly make it as a character actress or maybe playing 'the unlikely ingenue' when some cutting edge director wanted to make a statement about portraying 'real' women or something, but realistically if cutting back a few 100 calories and taking the stairs more often than the elevator will help further my career, I'd have to be an idiot not to... Oi, I wish I had the ambition to implement this revelation. :( I'm suuuch a dork. Shaun gave me his car-keys and where do I flock? The library: ding ding! I love this place soo much. Being here makes me feel isolated and in need of productivity. I honestly feel more at home here than in my apartment or my permenant address for that matter. *Jerks tear* I am a one way motorway I'm the one that drives away then follows you back home I am a street light shining I'm a wild light blinding bright burning off alone it's times like these you learn to live again it's times like these you give and give again it's times like these you learn to love again it's times like these time and time again I am a new day rising I'm a brand new sky to hang the stars upon tonight I am a little divided do I stay or run away and leave it all behind? it's times like these you learn to live again it's times like these you give and give again it's times like these you learn to love again it's times like these time and time again Less melanchololy yours, Heidi (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
5:25 pm	When Faced With Demons I Clothe Them and Feed Them Which Rock Chick Are You? I dunno who this bitch is, do you? :? Turned in all my paper work for Storytelling, finally:) Seeing Napoleon Dynamite, instead of auditioning for Conestoga Stories, like I probably should be:/ 'Closer' scene goes up tomorrow and I'm psyched. Also, I wish to see the movie this weekend. Shaun, I need for you to make that dream a reality:p Its gonna be weird seeing Julia Robert's and Natalie Portman's takes on my characters (yeah, i said 'my' bitches, what?) Oh and my outfit for Alice (the Natalie Portman character) is gonna be so damn fine. I will take pictures, if I can. ;) 24 Hour Theatre is this weekend. Should be fun, I shall be writing and or acting in it. Yaay. Details are to come:D I had a little moment with that boy in my short stories class today, but I just can't conjure up the balls to ask him out. He's really damn smart and funny and he seems to like my little insights and comments. Yeesh. I need to not be such a pussy by the end of this semester:I How do you like my use of emoticons as punctuation? Will it be the literary trend of the future? Yeah, I hope not too, but I felt this lame-ass post needed some nuances. Love <3 Heidi (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 29th, 2004
11:04 am	Zach Braff= Husband #1 Reading Mr. Zach Braff's garden state blog, fills my head with grand illusions. Inner monologue: He'll read my comment,find me clever and visit my lj. So I better finally put up my myspace link in case he happens to find me attractive. Also, I must update that info. He'll leave a very profound comment on one of my despair-filled posts and in a few years, he'll recognize me in an audition and cast me as his love interest. Life will then imitate art. Wait, what am I doing, he's a busy man and he is getting all kinds of ass in the Los Angelos area. I'm a dumbass. Lets use this as a lj confessional piece. *begins writing* Awwwww, that felt like a moment from 'Adaptation.' I dug that movie. *Adds to info page* in case Zach loves it too. Idiotically yours, Heidi (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
12:04 am	God Bless Adam Sandler for Writing a Thanksgiving Song I wrote a short story...its still in the works but I dig it. Its of the self-sploitation genre. If you went to Clarksville High's SnowBall of 2002, you'd like it. If you want to hear the most embarrassing moment of my life, you'd like it. I dunno, if you like teen comedy and self-awared silliness, you might like it too. Here be the link: http://www.livejournal.com/users/raspberrypride/ I finished a paper on 'Angels in America' and now I must pack. Packing is so damn difficult for me. Call me we'll hang out in Shaun's dorm sometime over the break. Hehehe, its my vacation cabin for the weekend as mine is his. Aint we lucky we got em, GOOD TIMES! So I love my scene from Closer. Loved the last one. Love this one. I'm looking forward to this little mini-break:) Bought 'Lost in Translation.' Liked much much better upon the second viewing. Mmmmm, genius. I'm feeling sparatic. Forgive me. Read my story. Its fun. Also I am one of those people that honestly appreciates criticism and adores truthful praise. :D Happiness and harmony Heidi Current Mood: nostalgic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 20th, 2004
7:28 pm	oh under-rated one hit wonder you paranoid paranoid everybody's coming to get me just say you never met me i'm going underground with the moles hear the voices in my head i swear to god it sounds like they're snoring but if you're bored then you're boring the agony and the irony, they're killing me i'm not sick but i'm not well and i'm so hot cause i'm in hell i'm not sick but i'm not well and it's a sin to live so well Waiting for Guffman is genius! I'm an idiot. Can't find Shaun's goddamn keys. Can't make it to Seagull to sell water. Cast party happening tonight. Matt may be coming into town. Plans aren't set. Wrote a short story. Like it quite a lot. Probably will post it tomorrow or sometime. Dr. Jimmie Cain inspires me. If you can ever take the man for anything, in any sense of the word, do so. You will not regret it. I want to publish zines and rage against machines I want to pierce my tongue it doesn't hurt it feels fine. I'd like to turn off time and kill my mind. kill my mind. i had a fabulous dream last night. it involved the 'suburbia' audition. the audition was crazy. we were all in this big gym and after one cold reading ms. a. made lists of each character and names of people she would continue to allow read for each character. I was on both the beebee and sooze lists. after some time i got the part of sooze and we immediatly started rehearsing. i remember will fanter, austin, and brad were in the cast. then i remember going home, to clarksville where it was really sunny and i talked with my granny about how she wouldn't be allowed to see the show because i knew she'd abhore it. she asked me to ask ms. a. about toning down the language. then i ended up at my granny's house where i had dirrrty sex with this guy in my english class and some other guy. i remember being really really worried about getting pregnant. and really fucking relieved to wake up at 11:45. odd. i don't even know short stories class boy's name but boy am i thinking about him now. he's actually a very doable suiter...tall, cute, really smart, i remember being really impressed when he began singing this door's song dr. cain played in class. i think the reason i might have not considered him before was because he seemed to happy, well-adjusted, not dramatic, a little bland. but maybe it would be a nice contrast for me to date a guy who isn't 'brooding' as rachael swan says my type is. i'm gonna ask him out monday, if i muster up the ovaries and refrain from changing my mind. That is all. Dee is making a pie. Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason is worth seeing. I have a mini-poster! Love always, Heidi (9 Comments |Comment on this)