I have chubby cheeks.

Yay! I love the internets for their fast turn around time.

Sock monkeys!

That was dumb.

I finally, FINALLY got photos of myself in the sock monkey dress from the Walker Un-Prom. But I haven't seen them. Because I THREW THEM AWAY.

*sob*

I thought it was junk mail, as I didn't recognize the sender, and the subject said, "Finally those Monkey Dress Photos!" And I thought, "Who's Jimmy, and why is he sending me monkey dress photos? Whatever. Junk." And I put it in the junk mail folder without opening it. I hit "Erase Junk Mail" and not two seconds later it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh! Monkey dress! Yay! Oh no!" And then they were gone.

*sigh*

I've asked a friend of mine who is also a friend of the designer to re-send them because I am thoughtless on five hours of sleep. Who knows how long that will take, though?

Fake!

I just tried to create a less college-y screenname for myself and I discovered that "adiamorris" is already taken.

Who's masquerading as me?! Show yourself!

Y'all, if someone contacts you with the screenname "adiamorris," it isn't me. They're an IMPOSTER. (Unless, of course, their name really is Adia Morris, which would be really freakin' weird.)

Update: Apparently there's an "Adia Morris" on Blackplanet.com who is a 30 year-old bisexual who "LOVES LIFE!" O...k...

I don't even know what to say anymore.

I have arrived! Sort of.

Oh! I almost forgot. I have an IMDB entry now. :D

(I tried to put up a picture but it told me I had to pay. I said, "No way, IMDB! That's crazy talk!")

the "atmosphere" talks back

I was an extra yesterday for the first time in, oh, probably a year. And I remembered why it had been that long.

I can be snobby about extra work. I shouldn't be, but many times the pay does not compensate for the boredom, discomfort, and all out horribleness that extra work can sometimes be. In Los Angeles, some people make a living doing extra work every day: eight hours or more standing on your feet, standing in the heat, being told to be quiet repeatedly by people who call you "atmosphere," sitting in a "holding" area until someone comes for you... It can all be very demoralizing. But some people don't mind it.

I have to admit, I mind. This job paid pretty well, but man. I have to admit that I mind. And I have to say that I'm not going to say anymore as I told myself to stay mostly positive when talking about work on this blog. Soooo...

Puppies! Kittens! Ice cream! There's your positive.

PS-Ariel, I *do* have hard copies, but I haven't scanned them in yet. Soon! Or I can just bring a paper over to your house and show you guys. I had a dream about you two last night. It was weird.

Rough.

Today's a rough day. I'm at the point where I have so much to do that my brain doesn't want to deal and it's trying to shut down on me.

I want to run and hide until all of this is over. Yeah, I know people would be really mad at me for disappearing, but this kind of pressure doesn't make me want to work harder, it makes me want to run.

Ok. Back to work.

Musing.

It's gotta be nice to make phone calls when you're the second-in-command of Really Big Theatre Company. People are almost always glad to hear from you when you call, and subsequently they have a smile in their voice the whole time they're talking to you. Wouldn't it be nice if every phone call we received, the person on the other end had a genuine smile in their voice?

Mmmmmm...

Last night I got a really great post-l'Homme Dieu present: an unexpected meeting with Alexandria friends after a tiring and somewhat frustrating day. I'll elaborate in the morning. I need to put the dog and myself to bed.

I was in the paper yesterday.

Go here and click on "Photo Gallery" to see me. Yay front page of Arts & Entertainment!

Well, I'm back.

I feel like the Pevensy children at the end of The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: there's nothing to do but go about life as usual, almost as if one never left, but then one will find oneself staring out the window and daydreaming, wishing for the friends and country that were home for a time.