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As part of [theatre company]'s aim to bring new shows on Broadway to the West Coast, auditions for Hadestown will be held the weekend of May 17th, then callbacks the weekend of May 24th.

Back to business. The Vegas launch is coming. Hitting the final push is making me crazy.

I need a drink. Who else needs one?

( Elena )

( Tyler )

( Thomas )

( Alex )

Someone on set took a few pictures and told me I could model. I'm not buying it. I think I'm just awkward.

( Look at this )

I swear to fucking Christ, I don't know if these 'incidents' are bad or good for business.

Rapp

I see you came back from your get away Guess you got lucky and missed all the crazy shit.

Fuck literally all this shit.

Another day another dollar and here I was thinking that taking care of animals would be easier. They can't talk back the same way a human patient can but then they do bite and kick when you least expect especially if they're wounded and had the misfortune of walking headfirst into traffic.

That said I'd take that over a smart mouth any day. Some people wouldn't know good care if it came up and bit them on the ass but animals? Well, they get it after a while. May take a few but they get it and then they relax, let you do your job and for the most part things work out okay. Some days it doesn't but that's life for you, got to take the bad with the good.

Course the worst day in my clinic? Better than some of the best days in a hospital.

You know what is really strange? I was in my club, and this woman comes up to me and starts talking about school and how she was one of my students at one time. It's been awhile, but at one time I taught high school history. Damn, those kids are 21 now. She said they were still talking about me. It was a good job, but not particularly suitable anymore. She was questioning me about why I left, and I'm wondering who the fuck she was talking about for a minute. That's when you know how much your life has changed.

OMG IT'S ALMOST EASTER AND THAT MEANS IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME FOR PEEP WARS

WHO'S WITH ME??

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I'm tipsy at a Denny's, first person to respond I'll buy you a home run and a few rounds at the bar across the street

A new month means I need a new list of books to read.

Looking for any and all recommendations, although I'll be honest: non-fiction is boring unless it's about cooking. If it's a good food memoir, then please, give me all the titles.

In the last few months, I've read The Passage trilogy, Howl's Moving Castle, Children of Men and You (which I really didn't like, and gave up on). I have a pretty random taste in books. As long as it's interesting, I'll happily add it to my goodreads.

( I'm just about to stick this back in my truck )

It's Spring Break, sort of. Mostly it's my attending taking holiday before my break so I have the next couple of weeks for just classes so I'm doing some side jobs to get a little more money in the bank. If anyone needs any work done on their car and want a little bit cheaper price than their regular mechanic, let me know.

Next time someone dies in my dreams I'd prefer not to wake up to a painting of them.

It seems silly, but things like this discovery are really exciting, when it comes to seeing how people actually lived in the past.

When you're studying ruined cities it's easy to forget they were once vibrant societies. And that even the grandest city could one day be abandoned to time.

Sooooooo... Dreams.

Usually, I get the same ones, but they have advanced a bit, and as I thought, I'm up in the sky alone. I lost my bothers in the sea, although it looks like they lived. Now it's just me and I'm not sure how much gas I have, so what do I do? I head my ass into a dogfight to get rid of the enemy so all the boys stuck on the beach can get away in the boats. I haven't seen the entire beach, but I'm staying out at sea. Looks like the ocean and I will meet soon.

I did find this tool set on my coffee table this morning. I have had to make some repairs on planes from time to time. It makes me wonder what I'm going to be doing. Maybe I do get to land after all, but I'm fixing something. I'd be a little happier if they were really useful, but they are from the 1940's and technology isn't quite the same. They also look like they are pretty beat up, but I'm cleaning them.

Last night, D managed to get himself kidnapped by fucking Peruvian terrorists. I went to save his skinny ass and somehow ended up caught up in whatever his grandfather got him into, which was, apparently, a trip to Lake Titticaca (hahaha Titicaca) to look for some golden city called El Dorado or something. We didn't find any gold, but we did find a whole bunch of golden, extinct fish.

How the fuck we didn't get murdered after that I'll never guess at. And I can't figure out what the hell D's family had to do with any of that.

I'm also not entirely sure how I'm going to explain away these handcuff wounds on my wrists when I go to work tomorrow.


In not dream related news, Chris has apparently been feeding this stray cat every day after school and today she decided to follow him home and won't fucking leave. I don't have the time or the patience to take care of this mangy fleabag but Chris nearly started crying when I told him he couldn't keep her so I guess we're stuck with her. For now at least.

Scoob and I are saying goodbye to the old truck. Buying a new vehicle is always fun, right?

Saying goodbye to the truck is sad, but I'm sure Scoob's really excited about getting his slobber all over a new vehicle. ;)

( [dog picture under the cute] )

I know this isn't Craigslist, but I think I can trust at least half of you not to scam me or shoot me in the face. I'm looking for a vehicle, preferable an older one I can get for under five grand. A truck would be nice, but I'll take a car. If it needs a few things fixed, that's okay, but I'd rather not have to buy and install a new engine. I could also use a sofa and a bed. Prices there are negotiable.

Kids should not have to beg their parents for insulin. Your fucking essential oils are not life saving medicine.

What's wrong with people?.. Granted that question alone is probably a can of worms. But dios Mio. His parents told him to take his "God's Insulin" and he died and now I'm just sad and angry. His parents should go to jail for neglect but nothing is happening to them.

It's not even noon and I think I'm done with the internet today.

Just when I think I can go back to work, the fucking truck dies.

I was feeling tired this afternoon, so took off from work early and came home to rest.

I passed out on the couch, slept for what felt like hours, dreamt again. I'm such a horrible person in my dreams. I just...I hope I'm not like that.

Now I am channel surfing, can't find anything to watch.

I don't even know why I'm posting this, I should just delete it.

Well, it appears that even when I am not in Orange County, if I am supposed to go see a show I've already performed in, I somehow get pulled into actually performing instead.

Why yes, Armand, Percy and I did go to New York this past weekend for the one night only concert-staged reading of The Scarlet Pimpernel. And yes, I did end up having to fill in for the role of myself. Which was certainly something given the minor differences and then new songs involved. Thank goodness the nature of the production allowed me a script if necessary. Though I do feel I was more off book than both Tony Yazbeck and Norm Lewis at the end of the day, even with the minor changes.

Still, now I get to focus on this weekend's performances for Leading Ladies of Orange County, as well as rehearsals for Jesus Christ Superstar which are underway for previews the last weekend of March and running through April.

Halloween is here. Lets see your best costumes!

Apparently saying "men are trash" will get you put into Facebook jail for supposed hate speech. But trashy men or men are trashy pricks? Totally fine.

This has been a public service announcement because fuck that shit.

Dream update.

Not actually dead.

Like. I watched myself die through someone else's eyes. Rhysand's I think, the Lord of the Night Court.

But then I didn't.

It was like each of the leaders of the courts gifted me a seed of their power, repairing my body and restoring my life.

I don't think I deserved it. Because of what I did for the last trial. But there you go. I'm alive and I get my man.

[Edited in about five minutes later]

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck my ears are pointed what the fuck

....Is it normal for people to cheer when there is thunder and/or lightning in Southern California?

I do so love music rehearsals. Though after hearing Corey's version of not only Your Song but also Roxanne, I fear I may just have to leave my husband.

So, hypothetically, someone has some ... medical issues. But this hypothetical person has an aversion to hospitals, lets say because they were bitten by one as a child. Are there any small medical clinics around this place for this hypothetically injured person?

Anyone else ever get PTSD flashbacks from their dreams? Like you know it's over, you know the danger is gone.

And yet...

I don't know why the hell I'm blue or got this fin on my head but I sure as shit appreciate this flying arrow thing. Ain't nothin' funnier than watchin' the Law nearly piss themselves as you pop all their tires 'fore takin' off in a car you're just 'borrowin'.

Has anyone ever witnessed someone taking a picture of a picture on someone else's phone? I saw someone do it today. They had taken a selfie and instead of the other girl asking the one who had the phone to send it to her, she took a picture of the picture on the phone. I wanted to tell them that the other person could have just texted them the picture, but I think I was too dumbfounded by it.

So, now that talks are done and everything is finalized, I can officially announce the next show that will be put on at [theater company].

The show will be Moulin Rouge!, which recently finished its premiere run in Boston and is in talks to move to Broadway for the 2018/2019 season. Auditions will be the weekends of 14-16 and then 21-23.

I have a lot of questions about the dream I had last night. Like why I let D pretend I was his boyfriend why, when deciding to research how to defend against vampires, my first choice was to crack open a Playgirl magazine. And why Playgirl actually had answers. And what the hell is D And why my dreams decided I needed to have said magazine and a photo of D's grandpa. Who, coincidentally, looks exactly like D, except wearing normal clothes. It's downright creepy. That's definitely going in the bottom of the sock drawer.

Dreams...

I feel like I slept, but I look like shit. I know what I'm doing now. I'm going to war in a Spitfire. I've got my boys with me and we are heading to Dunkirk ealy in WWII. The Axis has the British and French trapped on the beach, and they are trying to evacuate, but they are sitting ducks, so here we come to save the day. I'm not Mighty Mouse, but I'm good in a plane. Oh, and while I did take a hit that killed my fuel gage, I'm still in the air, ready to defend. Let me see, will I crash in the ocean or sacrifice myself? This is entirely possible.

I'm ready for another round, and maybe a drink.

Dammit! Stupid Dreams dumped more pieces of my ship on my lawn. Could barely get out the damn door this time.

Anybody else got problems like this or am I just the lucky one?

You're all welcome by the way.

Right. Because a female, bunny cop couldn't possibly be able to handle major cases like the rest of these big dumb brutes.

They put me on meter maid duty. Awesome. At least dream me was able to try and do the best she could. Even I'm in awe of her tenacity.

And after some rumor and getting things all worked out, there will be a Bandstand reunion for Fleet Week (August 31st - September 3rd) where we'll be performing every night an abridged version of the show. There will be auditions for the ensemble with an emphasis on dance experience and familiarity with swing dancing in particular.

One of these days I’m really going to need to learn to cook. Either that or learn to control myself a little better when I pop in places to grab a bite. Or ask to be seated way in the back where there’s little chance of entitled assholes being sat near me. This ass and his wife, who was probably just as bad as him, even though she didn’t say anything so I can’t be sure, came in and got sat at the table near mine and immediately started berating the poor waitress because she told them she’d be right with them while on her way to drop off another tables orders. Then when she did come to give them their menus and take their orders, he snapped at her that they didn’t need the menu because they already knew what they wanted - they were going to eat it and go. After she took his order he told her they were in a hurry because they were going to be late to their church service so needed it brought out right away and then he proceeded to throw a fit loud enough to get everyone in the places attention when she told him there were tickets ahead of his in the back but she’d bring his order out as soon as it was ready.

I couldn’t help myself. I just had to ask why if they were that short on time that he couldn’t wait his turn - they hadn’t picked a less busy place to eat? You could see from the parking lot that the place was packed! And even if he somehow missed all the cars out there there is no possible way he could have missed every table and the counter full.

Lying on the couch for days at a time is the most frustrating thing I've ever had to do. I'm pretty sure getting dream shot is worse than getting actually shot. Not that I'd know.

At least those same dreams gave my Gattolotto. It's nice to have something to talk to when Chris and Alex aren't around.

I'm looking for a new project. Inquire below.

Tip isn’t the most observant thing in my Dreams apparently, judging by his shouting for the Sawhorse to listen to him and stop after it knocked Jack over so that he goes rolling off the road. It takes the Pumpkinheaded man to point out that the horse doesn’t have ears so he can’t hear anything said. Or shouted. It finally comes to a stop and comes over to check Jack and I out - and okay it’s way of walking is kind of adorable because he rocks his way along moving both legs on each side at the same time - and then I get Jack to hold it still so that I can give it ears.

But as soon as it hears our voices, it goes taking off, knocking both of us over. It only stops when it steps in a hole and goes flipping over on it’s back, but it’s still trying to run - which is still making me laugh to think about now - and Tip goes over to flip it over after getting it to stop running. It broke off one of it’s ears but nothing else seems to have been hurt, and after teaching it some commands, Tip makes it a new ear and then drills a hole in it’s back to put a stick in for Jack to hold onto and ride the rest of the way to Emerald City. And then we make camp for the night and that’s when I woke up. Has anybody else had that happen in their Dreams? You fall asleep in them and that’s when you wake up?

So now I know. I had a vague dream about this, but the second night they fleshed out. I was born in 1920-ish, and my dad was a pilot in the Royal Air Force. He was killed in combat, but he taught me about planes and aviation, a lot like my reality, just years earlier. I also ended up joining the Royal Air Force, and it looks like I am close to World War II.

I'm a pilot - who would have thought. I actually want to know what's going to happen in these dreams though.

So...I am kinda out of a job. Anybody need to hire a former Navy SEAL/personal security/Stormtrooper/Resistance hero?

The last two are from the dreams. In case anyone was wondering.

You know, there's optimism and then there's optimism! Dream!me got settled into her dingy and very very tiny apartment. Loud neighbors, weird landlady, the whole works. Does that dissuade her from her big calling to the big city? NEVER!

She loves it all. I'm in love with dream me.

Does that sound as full of myself as I think?

You know what I miss? The good old days where if you wanted to get something off your fucking phone and onto your goddamn computer, you just used a USB cable and dragged and dropped. Why the fuck do they always have to make shit so goddamn complicated? I fucking downloaded like, three programs to figure this shit out and I still couldn't get the file off my fucking phone.

In other news, it looks like I'm going to need a new computer. And maybe a drywaller.

Ya know, with all the traveling and adventures I have with the Doctor, I don't really seem to care how it's hurting the people I left behind.

I'm a lousy girlfriend.

Edit: I mean it goes without saying but this thread isn't at all safe for work.

Well, those gigantic orc buggers found their way over to the docks and that was amusing. That wood wasn't made to handle big muscled men like that.

I watched them from my little speedboat and thought to myself 'well, we're fucked, might as well enjoy it!'

Actually pretty sad all my new playthings have either been killed or sent back wherever they came from. They were fun, and I won't be walking straight for at least a month.

Y'know, the whip that randomly showed up would have been great a few days ago.... I'm guessing this is another Orange County thing? Objects just showing up?

Had another dream last night. And man, D's taste never fails to fucking baffle. Around Christmas, I dreamed that D was juggling a mafia boss boyfriend with a dominatrix dentist girlfriend. ( Cut for mentions of cannibalism; no IC cut )

So glad this baby came in time for this latest round of target practice. I mean, the old one got fixed just fine, but this fin, gotta admit it's got flair to it.

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Now at least I can kick some orc ass with style.