awkward encounter of the day...

so i was in TCF last thursday and on the phone yesterday with the manager of the TCF on south u because they charged me $525 in overdraft fees. first of all, what??? and of course because of the way life usually works out i got off my flight this morning, sat down by baggage to wait for a bus and of course the manager is sitting right next to me. i didn't know if i was supposed to say anything, but we clearly recognized eachother. so we just sat there saying nothing. and it was weird. and then his ride got there. i'm seriously contemplating switiching from TCF. worst bank ever. too bad they're so conveniently all over ann arbor.

a monday night.

my hands smell like saw dust from helping you build,
12 pieces, one frame, starry booth.
you are tired and stressed and i'm floating on a cloud,
i wish the april rain would come sooner and wash away your worried brain.
no pain.
no gain.
lie.
untrue.
i search i search the grain of the wood intently,
the same the same way i search your wrinkled forhead when you raise your eyebrow catepillars.
close those ocean eyes.
quell'oceano guarda.

vichyssoise and antiauthoritarianism

vichyssoise and antiauthoritarianism are actually two word which were in my 250 page reading for this week. i might as well read the whole book if they're going to assign 3/4ths of it. i literally read 25 pages and didn't absorb anything. i wish people just wrote how they talked. i think it would make reading more entertaining and engaging.

exciting weekend like usual.
fast weekend like usual.
we made a lot of good food, and tonight i bought so much good stuff so i can pack lunches and actually eat real dinners. i fall into the habit of not going grocery shopping for weeks on end and i end up eating horribly (that is a terribly written sentence). oh and i cleaned for like 4 hours which was neccessary. eight people in one house and noone wants to clean but me?? the sink is just a taste of how bad it was.

things to do this week:
mail out applications/headphones
sophomore review
buy new tights
burlesque reading(blah blah nomnom)
anything else that comes up

...and i'm still waiting to hear if i got into this feature length film so i can decide whether or not i'm gonna try out for Harry Potter the Musical!!

the river of doubt gave birth to a beautiful stone
and in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own
so I picked it up and held it to the sky
and in my reflection. I knew I was all alone
then I saw this girl with the most beautiful hair
she had it wrapped around her for clothes she did not wear
I asked her for a lock and she complied, after leaving
gorgeous footsteps in the sand as if she didn't care
she was the prettiest girl I ever saw
the stone lay still without a flaw
the feelings I had defied the law
as I came to, I went to
and I took a look, a look down the road
to see a badger and a one eyed toad
they didn't say a word, they just looked at me
with that wise old look of the old
then I went to down to town
to my favorite merry-go-round
to the place where magic horses fly
and you seldom see a frown

but then I stole a ring from the flying horses
and I can't begin to explain how
I stole a ring from the flying horses
and it's all rusty now
I stole a ring from the flying horses
and I can't begin to explain how
I stole a ring from the flying horses
and it's all rusty now

You see 'cause that stone fell through my pocket
and that lock of hair flew away with the wind
If you chance to meet upon either
well you know where they've been
but don't pick them up or try to find me
they're much happier to be on their own
beauty like that knows no home
and then if you take a look, a look down the road
you'll see a badger and a one eyed toad
they won't say a word they'll just look at you
with that wise look of the old

sleep fail

i like when you lay on my knee

and i lay on your hip

the backwards spoon.

white

i am sick tonight.

nothing to eat.

nothing to drink.

she wishes for me to sleep.

a deep and soft sleep.

so that i may be soothed

and better.

the bed is soft.

now comes the deep.

she hopes it will stay amongst the rustling.

and typing.

and brush of the fan.

tomorrow i will fill it with words,

but for tonight.

only sleep.

in the beginning there was only laughs

dear blog.

this is my first entry. 

i will be theatring 

whats the purpose of this blog?

you know how you write about art?

i will write about theatre. 

and life.

and sea otters.

im eating m&ms 

im going to eat the entire tear n' share size pack

nooooooooooo!

look at this!

laura should be a dancer. 

nomnomnom.