Charlotte

AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 01 Oct 2003 01:28:49 GMT

I hate the damn Vortex!!!!!!! Dammit, why is it everytime I try to have a more positive attitude, and berate myself for not working hard enough to be understanding and cooperative, I have a day like today when the FUCKING Vortex strikes back!!!!?????!!!!!????? I am so upset right now, and there's not enough wine right here at Mike's to make me not want to carve up the Pumpkin right now!!! Stupid dumb... Not to mention the ass-backwards way EVERYTHING gets done around here with, I'm sure, the best of intentions. And why do the best of intentions here not correspond with common sense?????? OK...maybe starting to feel better. Not like completely ripping Pumpkin's head off tomorrow...maybe just smashing in his kneecaps with a tire iron. Hm, note to self: buy tire iron before class tomorrow.

ezzie57@aol.com — Thu, 11 Sep 2003 21:46:41 GMT

One day, I will actually have to time to go forth and search for the car that will become mine...one day. Until then, I am reduced to wishing on ebaymoters. It's fun. Although, as Mike says, buying a car without test driving it = bad idea. He's right, I know. I just wanna get this car and start paying for it already. Sheesh! On a brighter note, I'll be at the theater tonight until about 11:30. Oh, wait..how is that a brighter note? Hm, I'll have to get back to you on that one. But I have free time tomorrow from 2 til 7!!!! 5 whole hours of what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do-with-myself? Another one I'll have to get back to you on. Anyways...naptime calls.

National Talk Like a Pirate Day

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 10 Sep 2003 13:24:27 GMT

If you guys have seriously not updated your calendars anytime recently, then perhaps you are not aware that National Talk Like a Pirate Day is just around the corner! Aye, me mateys, NTLAPD is September 19!!! Whether you love Pirates of the Caribbean, or just have a hankerin' to have a parrot on your shoulder that shouts "Walk the Plank!", make sure to remember September 19 as your day to be a scurvy dog.
Make sure to check out the official NTLAPD website:
www.talklikeapirate.com
It gives a lot of help with pirate lingo; there's even an English-to-Pirate translator that I highly recommend!
It will have you saying in no time:
"Avast, matey! Know ye th' Scull & Scuppers? I've a fierce fire in m' belly to swill a pint or two o' grog!"

ezzie57@aol.com — Sun, 07 Sep 2003 19:14:19 GMT

I am so tired, I can't even remember what day it is. I was making so many stupid little mistakes at Macaroni Grill this morning. Like starting the coffee going, but not putting the coffee pot underneath to catch said coffee. And selling wine to people in Georgia on a Sunday before 12:30 = bad Charlotte. And I gotta be back there at 6. Today was supposed to be the day where I get to go look at cars. I need to find a car to get. Still not even sure what type of car. I just want one that runs well, doesn't need fixing too often, and is between 3 and 5. Oh, and I want a 95 or later. Not too much to ask for, huh? Anyways. At least the weather is a nice surprise (the coolness, not the rainy gloom). But I'd much rather be enjoying the weather at home (or really at Mike's) instead of from inside Macaroni Grill.

ezzie57@aol.com — Fri, 05 Sep 2003 21:15:00 GMT

So today at the ballet, they had this counseling session scheduled for all of us. It was kind of a mandatory thing. I ended up being less than 15 minutes late, but apparently, that was too bad. Apparently, this thing is a "seven-step program" where I can't interrupt once they've started. Whoopadeedoo. At least I'll get a nap instead.

ezzie57@aol.com — Fri, 05 Sep 2003 12:53:13 GMT

I'm not sure how much longer I can continue to fully function on about 6 1/2 hours of sleep a night. I'm so ready to only be working 3 jobs again. ;) I'm very sad to have to miss First Friday tonight, especially with whatever BTM's got cooking. Paula says she'll try to come rescue me from tedious Carousel boredom at the Imperial. I hope that I can get out for a few minutes. Well, on to another fun-filled day of work, work, work.

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 03 Sep 2003 12:50:59 GMT

Well, finally tonight, I have my one night off. yippeee!!!!!!! I'm gonna go shop for cheap cars. I need one. I've been using Mike's for a few weeks now. So time to have my own and give him back his car freedom. (Mike rocks, by the way) And on a side note, I love rehearsing until 10:30 in the pm. Makes me happy. NO really, it does. Seriously. ;)

Gotta love the squirrel joke

ezzie57@aol.com — Sat, 30 Aug 2003 02:41:02 GMT

THE SQUIRREL JOKE!
Just because youre profane doesnt mean youre not
hilarious. Youre the unique kind of joke
people remember for a long time.

Which Eddie Izzard Joke Are You?
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ezzie57@aol.com — Thu, 28 Aug 2003 13:10:11 GMT

Sleep is good. It's one of those things you can never get enough of. Like pie. Ok, that one was for Mike. I'm more of a gummy bears kinda girl. Ooooh, just remembered there's a Dove ice cream bar in the freezer.... MMMM... I'm sitting here at Mike's computer (one of his many) trying to decide whether or not I've been a good enough girl to deserve a coffee run this morning before ballet class. I don't know. I should've ice-d my feet last night, but I didn't. Does that deserve negative coffee punishment? What did the coffee ever do to me? And I shouldn't even mention how I haven't even set up my apartment yet. Ick. That place is still such a dump. Needs extra-super cleaning before I can even unpack. But I did have fun last night. Does that count as deserving a reward? Ok. Coffee here I come.

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 19:53:40 GMT

Ballet's a bitch.
All my bug bites itch.
Really hate sunburn.
When will people learn:
That sorry is empty-
And Love and Pain
Are unending.

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 27 Aug 2003 13:23:06 GMT

I'm tired today. I know that's such a redundant statement considering how all of us have felt this past week and still feel. This is what I get for being a slack ass this summer and only waitressing, not wearing pointe shoes.

ezzie57@aol.com — Mon, 25 Aug 2003 18:15:47 GMT

well, i just tried to figure out how to get a picture for my account, but it didn't work. i'll just have to wait for my computer nerd to help. :) smashing things last night helped somehow. maybe it was just being over there and wearing his shoes. i did look like a clown. well, today is the day we drag my car into the shop to make it work again. damn bitch of a car. had carousel rehearsal today. felt like a dork. i've never done anything like that really. last time i was in a play/musical was back in high school. where everyone felt like a dork. should be fun though. the director says "we'll just have to make you more northeastern". i say duh. i'm a southern girl and proud of it. we'll see how i get the whole 15-year old thing down. i think they're gonna make me dye my hair back to blonde. someone said the other day that they couldn't see me as a blonde, and it took a second to realize no one here has seen me blonde. and hardly anyone from college would recognize me as a reddish-brunette. funny how that works. i know i'm rambling, but it feels good.

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 20 Aug 2003 18:04:51 GMT

I hate the reason why I feel I need to write in this today. I haven't touched my account in so long due to high drama involved, and now I have to. Right now is the first time I've been completely by myself since we lost him on Saturday. I can't stop crying. I just keep thinking about our last conversation out there in the water. I was making fun of him not really being able to swim, and then he was like, oh watch this, and he showed me he'd learned to dog paddle and to swim a bit. I remember the huge fucking smile on his face; he was sooooo proud of himself and so was I. I just wanna go back and tackle him and make us all get out of the water and go and grab lunch up at the house. At work today, all I could keep thinking was that Jaime should be showing up late at any moment for class. That he should be there to make jokes and to laugh at the splint on Rah's arm and pull my pigtails and make fun of me just like he always did. Jaime's been my brother since before I even arrived here in Augusta. When I was looking for a place to live, Zanne, our boss, gave me Rah's # to call. Jaime picked up and said that Rah was sleeping but could he help. So I explained who I was, and I remember hearing the excitment in his voice telling me that he was also in the company and he couldn't wait to meet me. We ended up talking long-distance for over a half hour. When I did finally get here to Augusta, I really knew no one and I didn't have a car. Rah and Jaime were leaving the next day to go out of town, but Jaime supplied me with a list of numbers to call if I needed anything, promising me that these people that I didn't even know would love to help out. Of course, I now consider all those people close friends, and I'm dating the first one on the list (something Jaime had planned from the beginning). I miss my big brother. I want to sing musicals with him and annoy Rah, I want to plan song and dance numbers to do with him for BTM. I wanna get trashed and go out dancing. I wanna watch Eddie Izzard and hit him with an ironing board. I wanna roll my eyes and say Jaime, that was such a bad joke! I wanna hold Rah's hand and be able to tell her that everything is gonna be ok. But if you've ever gone through something like this, you know it's not. I prayed to God for two things out there on that beach. The second was for a miracle. Jaime deserves some sort of miracle. I'm still waiting to see how that's gonna turn out. I love everyone in my life. I hope they know that. I love you Jaime. Please watch out for all of us down here. We need you.

ezzie57@aol.com — Thu, 13 Feb 2003 18:18:00 GMT

Sure, why not, I'll Update Journal. Anything is better than using my time wisely and cleaning my apartment. I think performance time and messiness and the lack of desire to care about aforementioned messiness go hand-in-hand. At least there is sunshine. Sunshine makes me happy. I think I should've been born a plant. Set my alarm for 6:30 am this morning, and fortunately, I just happened to wake up and glance at the clock at around 7. Perhaps next time the alarm will function better if I set it and also turn it on. Crazy how technology works that way. Think I'll take a nap and try out my new-found alarm turning-on skills, before I have to traverse the highways back to Aiken for more Romeo and Juliet rehearsals... Can't wait for our week off...

ezzie57@aol.com — Thu, 30 Jan 2003 20:09:28 GMT

Go Figure. I took that what color are you quiz, and I'm, yep, you guessed it: PINK. Some things are just destined to be.

ezzie57@aol.com — Sat, 18 Jan 2003 04:33:03 GMT

Don't know what to say. Sometimes I wonder if i ever do. Ever think that precisely after you say something profound? I want to be profound. I desire it. Desire. What is it like to know everything you desire? To really KNOW. Must be something like learning how to make it happen. Please let the two go hand in hand. I don't know if I can survive two separate quests--finding THE path right now is enough.

ezzie57@aol.com — Mon, 06 Jan 2003 01:28:10 GMT

Back in Augusta... How do I feel? Weird. I definitely feel weird. Baton Rouge left me with an odd taste in my mouth. Some very good experiences mingled with some bland ones and spiced up with some awful ones. Is this what it feels like to grow up? To realize that where you used to call "home" will never truly be the same place as you mean the word, while still knowing that it will always pull at your heart? Thank goodness for the people in my life that matter. You are always my anchors.
Good to be back in my place, my apartment, my space-to be kept and not kept as I see fit. To be where I have a car at my disposal to take me and not take where I want to be. That part of "growing up" has become quite comfortable.
I know I'm rambling, but that's all a part of how I feel currently. A mish-mosh of emotions, all aswirl (in a random pattern? probably not.)
Jess, honey, I'm feeling your pain. Damnation to being sick.

GO SOONERS!!!

ezzie57@aol.com — Thu, 02 Jan 2003 02:02:55 GMT

Ladies and Gentlemen!!! Boys and Girls!!! Gather round to hear a tale of conquering heroes! That's right--the OU Sooners beat out those pussies from Washington in that beautiful bowl game tradition of the Rose Bowl!!! WHOOHOO!!! Happy New Year!

Oh yeah, and I had a dacquiri with Mom today.

Stupid

ezzie57@aol.com — Wed, 01 Jan 2003 15:31:31 GMT

Sometimes it's stupid to care.
Stupid to get hurt because you do.
It's stupid to feel the pain, to feel anything.
Cause then you usually end up hurting.
And you only have yourself to blame.
Since you did it to yourself.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Happy Fucking New Year's...this one's started out well...gotta love a hangover.

New Year's Eve

ezzie57@aol.com — Tue, 31 Dec 2002 20:21:34 GMT

Well, tonight at midnight, all across the world, people will celebrate the advent of a new year--a new beginning. Somehow, though, this person can't seem to get into a celebratory mood. Maybe it's just cause I don't have fantastic plans to look forward to, or maybe it's just that I don't see January 1st as a true beginning... I mean, with my life, it's the middle of the ballet season. So I guess I'm going to hang out with friends and shoot off some fireworks and probably feel like falling asleep by 1 am, party girl that I've been lately. Am I a little depressed? Maybe. My moods here in Baton Rouge have pretty much run the gamut of emotions since I arrived. This is really the first time since I left for college that I've truly been ready to get back to where I'm living, to get back to my life. Oh well. I know that I have no answers. Perhaps all I need is a nap.
Happy New Year's Eve, everybody...

My Life, and Yes, Definitely Something Like It

ezzie57@aol.com — Sun, 29 Dec 2002 19:23:05 GMT

So my best friend from middle school got married last night. Pretty crazy. What's truly even crazier is the part where, since we're terrible at keeping in touch, I only found out she was getting married in the middle of November. Then I showed up at her bridal shower last Saturday to surprise her, and by the end of that afternoon, I was in the wedding. With one week to go... So it was a whirlwind of a celebration to me. But we had crazy amounts of fun in the process. Thursday night, after Camille's lingerie shower (I was so jealous; I wanted to take home some of her presents!), her sister, myself, another old friend, and Camille went barhopping here in the great city of Baton Rouge. Now, I'm not sure if most people are aware of a great bridal tradition of making money during your bachelorette party. Here's the deal: the friends of the bride create a homemade veil and pin dollar bills and condoms to it. The bride wears said veil, and the friends of the bride ask people for dollar bills and condoms throughout the night. In the span of an hour and a half at a cheesy dance club here in BR, we made Camille $50! Pretty good, if you ask me. So I definitely say that when I get married in ten years or so, I'm totally reenacting this tradition. (I'm pretty sure it's a ghetto tradition of some sort, much like the pinning dollar bills on someone when it's their birthday.) So that was tons of fun. So basically that's all I've been doing for the past few days--wedding stuff. Oh yeah, there was Christmas and all that... I did get to spend some lovely time with my family that I never get to see. We played two extremely entertaining games of Pictionary, both of which my mom and I won by a wide margin!! (Take that, Aunt Libby!) Well, the end of that night was when my mom and I were forbidden to ever be on the same team again. Gotta love family!

It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!!!

What a Wednesday...

ezzie57@aol.com — Thu, 19 Dec 2002 02:04:38 GMT

Not really, but I liked the alliteration. Well, I need to start off by proclaiming my love for LOTR: The Two Towers!!!!!! My self-proclaimed "wild and crazy" mother decided we needed to see it last night at midnight. Needless to say, tickets were not fun to come by at 8pm that night. So after much online searching and crazy driving around in Baton Rouge traffic (read: evil traffic from hell), I managed to purchase 2 tickets. So I fed my mother and put her to sleep so she could nap before the show, and proceeded to nap myself. mmm...sleep... So we loaded up our purses with candy and arrived at the already-crowded theater. There were 4 whole screens of LOTR goodness! Fortunately, Mom and I found two seats together toward the front of one of the theaters squished up next to the wall and next to some very smelly nerds. But then the movie started--all was well with the world!!! MMM...Legolas...MMM...Aragorn...MMM....drooldrooldrool... Oh! I so cannot wait to see it again. And, like last year this time, I have beautiful visions of LOTR marathons in years to come. So anyways. I spent the day with my grandparents. It's so good to be able to hang out with them. I went to the YMCA with them today and pretended to work out. Actually, I did use the treadmill for about 20 minutes. (My grandmother kept trying to distract me and make me do other things than just walk fast so that I would trip. Um, yeah, it worked...) And I had much frustration putting the lights on the tree at their house in preparation for holiday festivities. Two different sets of lights plotted together against me. I plugged them both into the wall to check to see if they worked, and they did. Passed with flying colors. Then, once I'd gotten them nicely ensnared into the inner workings of the fake tree, the damn sneaky bastards wouldn't light. Not even total light blowout, just to where there was a section that wouldn't light up! Yeah, makes me hate Christmas lights... Well, Janice gets in town tomorrow so hopefully there will finally be crazy drunken mayhem in the works. Might go down to New Orleans Friday night to live it up a bit and visit my favorite gay club on Bourbon! Whoohoo!!!

Back Home Again...

ezzie57@aol.com — Tue, 17 Dec 2002 04:43:00 GMT

Back in Baton Rouge. Can't believe I'm gonna be here for a whole 3 weeks!!! I haven't stayed here for such a length of time in what feels like forever. It's always weird coming back here. Nothing much really changes at home; it's still the same dump it always has been. (Those of you that have seen definitely understand.) My mom's got this small, yappy-type dog that's really cute. Haven't seen any evidence of Mr. Dog or any Cesar around to feed it, though. I was trying to explain that Eddie joke to my sis, and she didn't find it funny at all. Somehow, whenever I try to explain a funny story like that, I can never make it as funny as I think it is. Hm...need to explore the reasons behind this...why do people not find me as funny as I find myself...? ;) Well, Nutcracker is finally over!!! Cheers all around! And if I must say so myself, I experienced a perfect performance of Dewdrop Saturday afternoon. I was truly amazed by myself. I think I got offstage and was like, did anyone see that? So that makes me very happy. I really don't have much more to say tonight. The drive here was very uneventful. It only took 7 hours from Atlanta. Not bad at all. The cat was doped up, so it was relatively good for the duration of the trip. It was pretty funny how it kept going to sit in its litter box and meow. So I leave you with these words of wisdom...
The dog barks at midnight.

Nutcracker Sucks

ezzie57@aol.com — Sun, 15 Dec 2002 02:02:26 GMT

Ok. Perhaps that should be the subject for the past month or so, but oh well. This once will have to stand in for all the other days. I'm just so tired of it. Today has been a long day... (Yes, everyone, watch out--I have the feeling that I'm gonna be bitching a bit in this entry.) First off, I had a mandatory employee meeting at Macaroni Grill this morning where I was given the pleasure of watching a soundless video documenting the production of new foods that we will be selling there. This great experience continued as they divided us into groups of bartenders, servers, and kitchen staff. In this fun and exciting group, I got to sit and be lectured at about taking care of things that I won't be having to deal with, since I'm not working there again until after New Year's. That was fun. Top off the good times by adding in how nervous I was getting about needing to be at the theater on time to start getting ready for Nutcracker. So that was all before 10am this morning. The first show of Nutcracker went well, very well, actually. I was very proud to have my mother in the audience. But the second show kinda sucked--well, if not sucked, then suffice it to say that I wasn't personally very happy. And then I found out that the box office people made my mother pay almost $40 for a ticket to see me. She drove 12 hours to see me in these shows, and she paid for my ballet training costs over the course of about 15 or so years. So needless to say, that pissed me off. We were gonna go out to eat, but instead had to just stay at home. :( And did I mention I'm tired? At least I might be able to relax some tomorrow morning, since I don't have to be at the theater until 12:30. That makes me happy. Big bright spot...ok...focusing upon the happy thoughts.... :) We'll see if it works. Oh! Sometimes it just feels so good to vent! Feels good to vent and to de-glitter. Probably need to de-glitter my apartment now... Hm, yeah, I'm so not in the mood. Sleepiness awaits.

ezzie57@aol.com — Fri, 13 Dec 2002 16:21:33 GMT

Why do backs like to hurt? This is a question that I unfortunately get the opportunity to ponder quite a bit. If one thing isn't hurting, then it's another. And it's all probably because I finally got enough sleep, so my body feels the need to rebel in another way, like back pain. Hm. And it's the wrong time of day to start drinking a lot in order to quell that rebellion... ;) So I received my first Christmas present last night, from a certain guy whom I had asked (knowing full well that asking wouldn't work) not to get me anything. But the gift is so awesome, that I decided to forget about being upset. :) So now Charlotte owns her own microwave!!! Much better than having to heat things up in the oven all the time. (Not like I ever own any groceries that would require being heated up, but still...) So that friggin' rocks, I say. Microwaves all around! And the countdown continues to the end of Nutcracker Hell: 3 days and counting...Whoohoo!! (Applause, all around!) I was talking to my friend Rachel in Atlanta last night, working out the details of our getting to Louisiana together, and we decided we needed a little extra cash and also decided that we'd have a little fun with her digital video camera on Sunday night. So now we're trying to figure out how much people are willing to pay. Her boyfriend has no money, so that's not a good option. I asked Mike, and he asked just what he'd be paying for. So now I ask all of you. Please submit large amounts of money in response, and Rachel and I will get back to you on that. ;) Here's to the start of a good weekend...
Cheers!