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12:30 am
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Um?
So, I got cast? I have a week and a half before we tech for 2 days and then straight into performance. This next week is gonna be cuh-razy...
:D BUT SO HAPPY! *huggles theatre*
Crazy ass reindeer who's trying to kill Rudolph here I come!
*shrugs*
Current Mood:  artistic
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12:45 pm
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Ah, Imagination...
So, I had this weird dream last night that gave me the wickedest plot bunny I will never be able to write, lol
Rick Castle marries Lorelai Gilmore and Alexis and Rory (their respective daughters who are eerily similar) hate each other. Sounds basic, but in the dream I had, oddly compelling. At one point in the dream, I even removed myself from the reality of their world and discovered that I was the writer of the story. I think I even renamed the show Castle's Girls. Even worse, lol. And, no-- there was no Beckett in the dream.
I blame each and every one of you that is doing Nano.
;)
Current Mood:  creative
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12:03 pm
[Link] | I didn't get cast. Luke really was right, overconfidence is a weakness. *sigh* I'll be in bed wallowing for the day. Come back swinging tomorrow.
Current Mood:  disappointed
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09:48 pm
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*sigh*
As many of you know, I have never been the most patient person in the world. Moving to NYC has not helped that in the slightest, except for when it comes to public transportation in that it take me at least an hour to get anywhere in Manhattan. Anyways, all that to say-- I had an audition yesterday and the hell that is the wait between the audition and the posting of the cast list has not, nor will it ever get any easier.
It's just really frustrating and I don't know whether to sigh, cry, rip my feather pillow to shreds, or just attempt to go to bed early.
The really sad thing? It's for a tiny show. In the grand scheme of things, this show will not make or break anyone's career.
*sigh*
In other news, someone really could have warned me about Mrs. Landingham.
Current Mood:  gloomy
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08:22 pm
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Well...
In this week's installment of "Megan's been deathly ill (and is grossly prone to exageration when feeling under the weather) and while bedridden has decided to indulge in unknown fandoms" -- the winner (thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sache8) is The West Wing.
It's like the Gilmore Girls/ER of political television. And I mean that as a compliment. I love snappy dialogue (therefore Aaron Sorkin) and television that assumes that its audience is actually *gasp* intelligent. So therefore, even though I am only 14 episodes in (and have recognized an astonishing amount of quotes from my f'-list icons) I'm completely in love. This rarely happens without someone pretty to look at! Don't get me wrong, I think Sam is as cute as a button, but he just doesn't do it for me personally. Too much of a boy scout/seeking approval thing, but do I think he's a good character? Yes. A resounding yes for almost everyone. I love them all so much that I'll even forgive them for being democrats because they just seem to care so damn much.
CJ is my favorite so far, and she and Danny have become my newest OTP. Something about strong women and cocky men... hee, I just love it. Josh is adorable, and I wish my relationship with my boss was as nice as his and Donna's. Although Donna's high pitched nasal voice is getting on my last nerve, I do like her. She's better than Mandy by any stretch of the imagination.
I want Leo to be my grandfather and Toby is growing on me. I love him to pieces one minute and can't stand him the next. Which is probably why I adore him. He seems like a normal guy. And whoever thought of casting Stockard Channing as the First Lady *love*. I keep seeing Charlie Sheen (whom I despise) whenever I see his daddy playing about in the Oval Office, but I'm really trying not to hold it against him. I like the character of Josiah, but I need him to show a hubris other than a biting sense of humor and a penchant for boring folks with archane national park trivia. I think (if I remember from the actual run of the show) that does happen eventually. Once I get there and see a humanizing weakness, I'll probably adore him.
And speaking of undying adoration-- Charlie Young, hello, I'm yours. I probably find him the most compelling character so far, which is sad because all I seem to ever hear him say is "Yes, Mr. President." Although he did have an absolutely beautiful (and controversial) moment when he said that he wouldn't want his mother's killer to be executed, he'd want to do it himself. That's an idea that (unfortunately) I understand wholeheartedly, so I was bizarrely excited to hear that opinion come out of a character that already has a special place in my heart.
All that being said, I really hate him with Zoey, not because she's the president's daughter, but because I really hate and disrespect Elisabeth Moss as an actress. She's ok on film, but I saw her on Broadway in Speed the Plow last year, and I'm really sorry, but (theatre actress rant-- you've been warned) but until you prove to me that you can hold your own onstage (I don't even demand that you be spectacular, just that you can hold your own!) I can't respect you as a well rounded actress. Humph.
Hmm, casting about for other thoughts,,, This show really makes me wonder where I would have ended up if I had stuck with my law/polotical aspirations I had when I was younger (so wanted to be in politics and be the first female president), still it's not a life I envy... Too bad this show already ended. There went my shot to be one on tv ;).
Current Mood:  enthralled
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04:49 pm
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*jumps off cliff too*
Well, if everyone else is talking about being sick, I might as well join the chorus of groans, sniffles, hacks, coughs, and mutterings.
Although, to be fair, I am better by half than I was yesterday. (Yesterday I was a miserable shell of a human being who, apparently, had a "wet nose, like a puppy!" to the delight of one of my managers...)
Today though, I have stayed in bed most of the day listening to all the songs that Glee has put on itunes, and fancying myself a better singer when a) I am sick and b) no one is actually listening to me. :D
In other news, English Breakfast tea is the best thing when I'm sick. It was the only thing I could drink when I had strep throat a couple of years ago, so I'm kind of surprised I can even still tolerate it, but it makes my heart happy and my throat feel soooo much better it's not even funny. All hail the Brits!
And... that's it. I think I migh attempt a shower now. We'll see.
Baby steps, sir. Baby steps...
Current Mood:  sniffly
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12:41 am
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Seems only fitting...
I watch a crapload of tv and movies, so shoot!
Ask me a fandom, and I will tell you:
+ OTP
+ Runner-up
+ Honorable mention(s)
+ Crack pairing(s)
+ Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't
In other news, I met Jim from The Office (!!! John Krasinski!!!) and his fiancee Emily Blunt (so talented) tonight. :D:D:D
Current Mood:  chipper
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11:50 pm
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Road Trip!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or, at least, you know, plane ride!!!
Off to Vermont to visit the lovely jadeywoman ! *squee* Am much excited. Not so excited about the fact that it's midnight and I have to be awake again in 5 hours and I'm not packed, nor have I dried/straightened my hair or you know, slept. Eh, we'll get there.
Anyhow, away for the internets for a few days. I'll try to check in sporadically, but no promises. If you need me, call the cell.
See you on the flip side, yo!
Current Mood:  ecstatic
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11:57 pm
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Amusing Story of the Week (NYC Style) Pt. 3/Anniversary
So, I celebrated my 1 year anniversary of moving to NYC the same way I spent every other momentous occasion of my life this past year-- at work. That's the bad news. The good news is that without being at work, this installment of Amusing Story of the Week would not have been brought to you [proudly sponsored by the letters N, Y, and C and the numer 20-- the subsequent age of the new US Open champion, who, it must be said-- is a smokin' hottie. *ahem*]
Anyhow-- I was at work, standing at the host stand, when in walks this man carrying a unicycle. Into my 3-star restaurant. I repeat-- carrying a unicycle.
I'll give you just a moment to adjust to that mental image. Got it nice and fixed there? Good. I'll continue...
Where was I? OH YES, THE UNICYCLE. Now, one thing you must also understand is that, other than the unicycle, this man looked relatively normal. Middle aged, slightly balding, polo and khakis. so, he waltzes up the the host stand and oh so casually wheels the unicycle to a resting position against the wall
"Hello." my fellow hostess and I exchange glances to ensure that yes, we are, in fact, seeing the same thing. A slight nod from both of us. We are.
"Hi!" His greeting is upbeat and peppy. "Have you ever heard of The Pink Man?"
Again, my fellow hostess and I exchange glances with a growing sense of vague trepidation. "No."
"Well, you're in luck! *I* am The Pink Man!" he exclaims excitedly. "I travel around and [blah blah blah]..." At this point, I have lost track of the conversation completely because he has lifted up the pant leg of his khakis to reveal a shockingly pink knee sock. I blink, and feel the corners of my mouth starting to twitch in time to my now rapidly beating heart. Stifling the growing laughter I tune back into the conversation to hear him ask if he can change in our bathroom. At this point, he (still holding his pant leg aloft for all to see the pinkness) draws the unicycle close. "But, I'll need a place to dump my ball of clothes until later." he continues.
I blink again and bite the inside of my lip, silently contemplating my options. Before I can come to a solid conclusion, he takes my silence to mean vast uncomfortability and hedges "But, if you're uncomfortable I can find someplace else."
I gather what's left of my self-discipline and offer a sincere apology, but I just can't let him change and/or store his clothing in my restaurant if he's not going to be a guest. He bobs his head, and I have to purse my lips because now inside my head, my imagination is running wild with visions of pink sugar plum fairies complete with unicycle and fire juggling for some reason.
"No problem!" he waves, gathers his unicycle and walks out the front door, but not before turning on the spot and wagging a finger in my general direction. "You'll remember this!" he says, and I can't tell if it's a gleeful threat or a charming promise. Either way, I will.
Indeed I will.
Current Mood:  amused
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12:02 pm
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To do...
Because lists are taking over. :D
Go to the libraryGet my eyebrows reshaped (It's been awhile, scary!)Officially hand in my 2 weeks notice because the other place hired me :DSpend my Forever 21 gift card- Clean my room
- Laundry
- Figure our why Word has stopped working and locked all of my documents
Woot.
Current Mood:  busy
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12:36 am
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Phoenix King? Now *there's* an impressive title.
Ok, so my final thoughts on Avatar...
*huggles Sokka* As much as I like Suki, I miss Yue, and it was kind of refreshing during Ember Island Players to see that he still missed her too, even if it was at poor Suki's expense. He's my favorite, which if we see my history of epic favorite characters (Han Solo, Ron Weasley) tends to run with the "non-gifted" folk. :D Prince Zuko comes in a close second, fufilling my fictional royalty quota.
And holy crap, if I hadn't shipped Zuko/Katara before the finale, I definitely would have started then. However, I do have a hard time doing anything other than shipping against canon, so you won't find me writing Zuko/Katara fanfic any time soon, lol.
I kind of think that the Firelord was a bit anticlimactic, mostly because we hadn't seen much of him and then BOOM, he's the big bad archnemesis. I thought Azula made a much better bad guy. And can I just say it was weird knowing that I was supposed to be cheering for the red fire instead of the blue?
The scene that got the biggest laugh for me was when Sokka was waitiing for Suki to show up and then Zuko walked in instead. Oh. My. I laughed... A lot.
Favorite episode was definitely the Ember Island Players. I kept thinking how LONG of a play that had to be... they didn't seem to leave out much "And one oddly informed cabbage vendor..." *snicker* What amused me most was how during the entire thing I kept thinking that the writing was bad, the acting worse, but the staging was actually quite nice. Imagine my surprise when I get to the end of the epi and lo and behold, everyone thinks the same thing. :D:D:D
Also, I have decided I want a sabre-toothed-moose-lion-cub, and I really wish that Hawky would have stuck around for more than one episode.
Toph started to really grate on my nerves towards the end, but she served a purpose. Haru was my favorite of the "random villagers", the non-shaved ponytail finally won that debate, and I really fear for the Kyoshi Warriors now that Ty Lee has joined their ranks. I also want a "group hug" icon of th shot right after Appa tackles them all to the ground. :D
And on a final note, I liked the ending except for the fact that they NEVER told us where Zuko's Mom is... Way to leave me hanging, show... :p
Current Mood:  content
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06:56 pm
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Ummm.
So, Avatar just became LOST. Complete with moving Island of Mystery, "Where are we?", fade to black *insert ominous music here*.
HIGHLY AMUSED. :D:D:D
Current Mood:  giggly
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12:05 am
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No! Bad Fire Nation baby!!!!!
So, the one benefit of being sick and stuck in bed is the copious amounts of internet streamed television one can watch. I sort of cannonballed the first 2 seasons of Avatar, thanks mostly to Qwi's fic. :) I read the first chapter cause I was bored and decided if I could find the show online, I'd watch it. I did, and I am. From the first opening monologue I knew I'd be hooked. Let's face it, I am a sucker for epics. :)
You all have 3 guesses as to who my favorite character might be. And as of right now, I'm totally shipping Zuko/Katara. Blasphemy, you say? Nah... I'm totally digging (ha) earthbending, but prefer the color scheme and grace of waterbending. And as there are no redheads in this universe, I have no clue where I would fit it, lol.
I think all Zuko really needs is a hug, I really like Iroh, and I like Aang better with hair. I think that goes for just about all the guys, with maybe Sokka as an exception, Jury's still out on shaved ponytail vs. non-shaved ponytail.
Oh, and amusing story, about 6 years ago when my family got some new cats (a brother/sister siamese pair) I wanted to name them Luke and Leia, but Mom wouldn't let me. So, after 3 weeks of trying to name these kittens, I finally stumbled on 2 names that Mom liked. The girl we named Suki, and the boy we named Sonka. Not a dead ringer, but close enough... Ok, back to season 3 to try and ward off further nausea.
Current Mood: sick
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02:06 pm
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Amusing Story of the Week (NYC Style) Pt. 2
So, I don't know why these stories always seem to involve late nights and gay men, but they do. :D
I finally got off the train at 1:45 coming home from work. I'm starving so I jump into Dunkin' Donuts for a blueberry muffin, but due to a miscommunication ended up with a blueberry donut instead. Not a big deal, I confused my poor guys by switching up my order (normally go for a lemon-filled powdered doughnut), so I'm on my way home walking my 17 blocks, eating my doughnut, and listening to my itouch.
I'm in my own little world, jamming out, but there isa couple of gay guys a few steps ahead of me, after casually observing a somewhat obscene miming where the prop was a parking meter (I'll leave the details to your imagination), I pretty much just mind my own business and continue walking. They, on the other hand, didn't realize that there was someone behind them, so whenever I pass them, they get all embarassed.
So, the one that was not involved in the miming (let's call him Yellow, because that was the color of his shirt), runs up to me and asks if I was eating an eggroll. Both men are obviously gay, and no threat to me at all given their current inebriated state, so I pull my earbud out and state that no, it is not an eggroll.
Yellow just stares at me, and then goes "Well, what is it?"
"A blueberry doughnut." I reply.
Both Yellow and Mimey look at each other aghast, and then turn back to be. "A doughnut? At this time of night?"
I shrug. "I was hungry."
Again they echange shocked glances before Yellow turns to me and snaps, 'You go girl!" and offers me a high five. :D We slap hands as I am v. amused by this point, and he gets a better look at me. "Holy crap! You're tiny! Go back and get another doughnut!"
The amusement only continues. They ask how far away I live and I say that I live all the way down by the river to which they both gasp and say "No wonder you're so skinny!" We continue chatting until we get to their apartment, where in a fit of gallantry they offer me their tazer for the rest of my walk home.
I giggle and politely decline assuring them that I'll be fine because "I know kung-fu."
They wave me on and tell me if push comes to shove the choke any would be attacker with what's left of my doughnut.
I *heart* NYC.
Current Mood: amused
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01:28 pm
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Reading Rainbow
Gah, miss that show...
Anyhow, the meme that everyone's doing! (Looks around for a bridge to jump off of)
Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.
( I read a lot of Christian fiction growing up... )
I don't know what's wrong with my computer-- half of that is in Italics when it's not supposed to be and no amount of highlighting, ctrl i'ing or clicking the stupid Italics button is helping, so there it is. Ran out of time with 3 left, but I cheated anyways by adding entire series', so we won't add the rest. :D
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03:06 pm
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Always the Tone of Surprise
Ok, kiddies. with the release of HBP being as... disappointing as it was, I remembered that upon the release of DH I had this brilliant idea to write a series consisting of some of the missing moments for Ron and Hermione. I got the first piece written before real life reared it's ugly head, and I only just remembered it a few days ago. After some searching (I've gone through 2 laptops since its inception) I finally found it in an old email. I figured that some of us may need some encouragement in the HP department, so I'm posting it here. I think we all know me well enough to assume that this is as far as the "series" will get. :) *sheepish* I also think some of you may have already seen this, but I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be. Don't sue.
( None Left to Protest )
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Sara Bareilles
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12:23 pm
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Ah, softball...
Did I tell everyone about a pick up softball game I was involved in a few weeks back? No? Well, the short story is this-- On my first at bat, I got a hit and was running to first base when I tripped over a rock in the base line. I ended up falling quite hard and sliding into first base (which I *know* one is NEVER supposed to do). Apparently, it was quite the visual spectacle, sprawled in midair, dust swirling around me, and crashing to the ground just in time to be called out. I picked myself up, dusted myself (and my pride) off, got a bandaid for the skinned knee, and continued on with my life.
Or so I thought...
http://blog.sportsvite.com/svite_community/rising-sun-purple-penguins-go-way-off-broadway-and-right-onto-the-softball-field
Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Coach! (Matthew is a friend of mine... He'll get his...)
Current Mood:  embarrassed
Current Music: Conan O'Brien
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12:47 pm
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Buckle up, friends...
This is going to be a doozy...
( Dear Steve Kloves, This following are the reasons you suck, you know, in case you were wondering: HBP Spoilers )
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Current Music: Friends
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10:22 pm
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Goodbye 24
So, last year, I wrote this goodbye letter to being 23. It seemed only fitting then because 23 had been such a good year to and for me. Now I just like the idea of taking stock of the last year of my life, and grouping everything (good and bad) together to say a farewell to that year. I also realized why I never do this on New Year's-- on that day, the whole of Christendom (? don't know if that's the proper way to put it, but there you go anyways) celebrates the coming of a new year. On my birthday, I'll be the only one taking stock (well, me and Kevin Bacon, who apparently shares the day of my birth :/). Kind of like June 5th is my Independence Day, July 8th is my New Year's.
Goodbye 23... overall you were pretty good to me. Tell 24 I'm nice, and that I should get further in the acting department this year.
That was how last year's letter ended. 24 listened, at least in the acting department. I'm finally in New York, having moved here just 2 months in my 24th year. I've done 3 Off-Off Broadway shows in the past year, and workshopped an intense theatre idea that will hopefully take root sometime in this upcoming year. I've made connections and friends from coast to coast and have learned more in the past year about this art form than I can possibly say. Every year as I watch the Tony Awards, I rewrite my own speech, taking out those who I feel no longer warrant a place in the speech and adding those who do. This year the speech went something like-- "Thanks to Matthew, who cast a nobody from Texas in her first NY role, to Tim and Mac for helping me start down this road in the first place, for Foxy who told me to say 'Screw it!' and move already. Thanks to my family and friends for their love and support. Thanks to John Fisher who didn't let me off the hook even though I was being a bratty little diva from time to time. And Shepherd, in your face."
My previous theatrical goal was to move to New York by the time I was 28. Having now beat that by 3+ years, I think it's time to add another goal. I want to win a tony by the time I'm 33. I'll revamp my speech every year as needed, but there it is. Undeniable. I've written it down and said it out loud. It's real. But, 24 was not all a bed of roses. There have been ups, but probably more downs. Getting your dreams and all, not what you ever expect. I've felt more alone this year than in any recent memory, but that's ok. It's a constant reminder that I can do nothing through my own strength. Thanks to every one of you that have knowingly and unknowingly helped me through this past year. New York is full of 12 million of the loneliest souls on the planet. For those of you (both here and other places around this globe) who have helped alleviate the loneliness of my soul, thank you. I love and appreciate you more than I can say. 25... Most of my friends have been freaking out as they all turn 25. Something about being "halfway to 50" and "not able to claim I'm in my 'early 20's' anymore" and "quarter-life crisis". I've laughed at each and every one of them in turn. I'm pretty sure I coined the "Halfway to 50" phrase as a chance to tease them all, and it worked. I haven't been claiming "early 20's" since I was 23, mostly because I still look 18, so I try to play up the fact that I'm older than I appear. and, as for the "quarter-life crisis" I had mine when I was 22, so I'm optimistic that 25 will have good things in store for me and mine.
So, goodbye 24-- go say hello to Kiefer. You were an experience, both good and bad. I wish you all the best, but still hold out every hope that 25 will be better in every aspect. No offense to you. I still miss 23, but there's no reason to look back.
"The road goes ever on and on...."
Always,
Meg
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12:23 am
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Just a reminder...
My 25th birthday is Wednesday. Will accept fic for presents. ;)
Or, you know, cash. :D:D:D:D
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Current Music: Grey's Anatomy
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