Let me give you a little update everyone.
On the theatre front (I always describe it like that, like it’s a constant battle) things are progressing steadily, whatever the weather be. I will be performing for two nights at Dad’s Garage in Atlanta, for a show called Z.O.N.K.E.R.S.! I was an understudy, and I knew i’d go on eventually, but i’m super psyched now that I know the actual dates (Oct. 20th and 27th if you’re in the are…and you like boobs in space.) I’m also performing at Relapse Theatre Oct. 12th. I have no idea what i’m doing there, but therein lay the nature of improv! Lets keep it fresh! I will most likely fail. I hope my failure is funny.
I shot a print ad for AT&T that was pretty funny. One of the dudes on the shoot had the gnarliest attitude. Just complaining the whole time. I don’t know if this is the occupation for him. He should be a customer service rep for Sprint, get a little of his own whiny medicine.
My grandma in DC, Uncle Jean, got in touch with me the other day, and it was good to chat with her. She’s one of the hardest workers I know, and she’s very well off, doing great business as a Realtor in the Georgetown area. She, like every other elderly person in my family, assumes that I hate Obama, and wants to talk about it. Because she’s so sweet, I didn’t want to correct her.
I’m sorry folks, I don’t hate Obama. I think he should stick around, because he looks pretty fit, and I don’t want to risk having a president that could get beat up. Honestly, I really fear that Putin will march up to the white house one day, just bang on the door and be like “KNIVES OUT OBAMA. YOU AND ME IN THE ROSE GARDEN.”
Keep up that Cardio Pres. Obama. That’s the key.
I procrastinate with paperwork often. Currently it is 11:00, and I wish I had just done this shit earlier. I have to be at work early tomorrow, and it’s a bummer that I couldn’t stay at Jen’s place.
Let’s talk about work goals. I have made a step from the food service industry. I won’t go back, but I am tempted to, I won’t lie. I need to keep stepping up. I can’t just go back to what’s easy. I need to find a job closer to the artistic world. One with the same level of responsibility and close to same pay. I’ll take a little less, if it’s something i’m passionate about. I’m pretty confident I can book more film and print things.
I’m trying to jump back on the writing bicycle. Ding ding mother fucker! I removed the brakes! I have one really cool idea that i’m excited about, and a few flegeling whatevers. I’m really writing because after the improv shows, I have nothing, and I want to have something.
Let me do this work really quick. I’ll get back to you soon, folks.