something burning

cyndi lauper.  so amazing.

weird, i know.  this was the dream that i had two nights ago.

i had these two pet chickens.  except they weren't gross and creepy.  they were soft and nice.  they liked to cuddle up next to me at night.  one even liked to burrow into some blankets underneath my body.  i would have to pull her out from under me to get to sleep.  she would yawn and stretch her little wings.  it was kinda cute and weird.

after waking up next to my fine feathered friends, i went out for a stroll.  the chickens came with me of course.  i ran into steph at the park.  i was shocked to find that my good friend, who recently turned 20 years old, had two children with her: a nine-year-old girl and a four-year-old boy.  when i asked her about them, she broke down and confessed that they were her children and that she had been hiding them from her friends.  she was ashamed that she did not know who the fathers of her children were and told me that she could no longer take care of them.

i agreed to adopt steph's children and then i let them play with my chickens.  they got along well together.  i think i really loved those children... also those chickens.

listen to this:

emily and i had an amazing fog-venture.  the fog was thick and it was making the world beautiful and weird.  we had a stroll to the creepy hospital water cylinder things.  this is me standing in a spooky doorway:

from here, we ventured on to the school on the corner of 16th and 23rd.  i climbed up onto a sort of half wall and just as i did the janitor came to mop the floor.  "don't move!"  emily warns me to stay put and she strolls away casually.  after a bit, i hazard the icy balancing act to walk down the wall and leap off the end. then we pondered about where the city is taking all the snow.  is there just a gigantic snow mountain somewhere?  can we go?

i went off to join my bath-house friends, but shortly thereafter received a call from some damsels in distress.  so corey and i came to the rescue!  that is, we would have, if they hadn't gotten the car started just before we got there.  instead,  we ventured across the playground.  there was a terrifying bat in the rafiki tree.  the snow was perilous-- you could kinda stay on top of it, but every couple of steps you would plunge in up to your knee.  corazon found us a dead bat that turned out to be a scarf belonging to a mexican boy.  the ramps and ninja training grounds were amazingly slidey.  it was probably the best thing ever.

ring-ring.  time to save the damsels again.

linden and emily broke down again.  this time on the road by village inn.  we came.  they started again, without us.  after making it to the house, we enjoyed hot cocoa and blindfolded magic tricks.  magic...

a fine adventure.  i miss the summer.

i think we may have found the most awesome place ever to live in next year.  the cathedral.  a bit of theatre history.  it's been in the 'family' for ages and it's soon to be ours.  i understand that there are certain expectations to living in a house as famous as this one.  my roommates and i are ready to accept the challenge.  there will be amazing parties and house pranks.

be afraid.  be very afraid.

i'm going to seattle this summer!  i am so very excited.  if everything goes according to plan, i'll be working with one of the best children's theatre companies in the country.  thanks shane!

alright, so now i need to find a place to live while i'm there...  eck.

i am currently posting from work to let you all know that every crevice of the civic center is filled with children -- much like the cave at casa bonita.  i fear for my life.

 

if i don't make it: brian gets my car.  linden gets all my earthly possessions.  emily gets my body... for science.

 

corey can have my cardigan from the gap.

it certainly has been an interesting weekend.

friday was pretty great.  i figured out how to best accomodate david for his blocking rehearsals, without it being to expensive or too bulky.  the jute box will live on in perpetuity.  however, i also succeeded in slighting my ASM and hurting his feelings, which was bad.  i apologized and everything is good between us, but i know i need to work more on including him.  it's hard for me to figure out what to do with an assistant who actually wants to be around all the time.

then we were off to denver for the matt costa & g. love concert.  the show was amazing.  g. love rocked hard, as usual, and matt costa was a lot of fun too.  although, i'm not sure whether the bands or the crowd were more entertaining.  it was a teeming mass of 20-somethings struggling to get as close to the stage as possible.  there was high girl, really really blonde girl, crazy drunk girl, pushy boyfriend, old boyfriend, bitchy complaining girlfriend.  we had to stand our ground and fight for our rights.  we established allies and vanquished our enemies.  at one point, we went on an all out booty dance offensive to gain our territory back.  it was a blast.

the next morning, linden and i taught a class on stage management at greeley west high school.  they liked us and we were able to teach them a lot.  it was sort of validating in an odd way.  later on, assessments went well.  i accepted the lavish praise of my professors for fifteen minutes or so and then left with a smile on my face and a swollen ego.

then it was on the road to denver, again.  this time with the homos to a gay hamburger bar: hamburger mary's.  it was fun and came with the usual drama expected of a homo-excursion.  hooray...  sensing my excitement?  then dinner number two happened: casa bonita.  this was maybe one of the most horrible experiences of my young life.  the food was completely inedible.  and there was a cave full of terrifying children.  ahh!  please take me home.

the ride home was a relief because it came with nine inch nails and radiohead.  maybe there is a god.  then there was the booze and a game of cranium turbo, which brian and i totally rocked at.  then it was 1:33am.  :-)

i'm really sick of applying to summer theatres.  i might vomit if i do it any more.  seriously.  ew.

i'm gonna read a book.

at work tonight, linden and i had the daunting task of sitting around for five hours while the orchestra rehearsed on stage. we passed the time by creating a giant map of everyone we know and connecting everyone by who they've dated, or made-out with, or just had a huge crush on.  it was really amazing.  there we're over one hundred names on the chart, and all were interconnected in a giant web of tangly sin.  the game then became to pick two people who didn't know each other and find the quickest way to connect them.  ever thought about how many people you're connected to?

are you scared to find out?

another weird dream last night.  this time i was with chantelle and we were ninjas.  we were trapped in the basement of my parents' house.  we were forced to use ninja skill to dodge enemies in an attempt to make it to the top floor bathroom.  there are evil ninjas hanging from the ceiling, but we use amazing nets to defeat them.  we reach the top floor and sneak past my parent's bedroom door.  they are apparently working with the evil ninjas, or maybe we are evil ninjas.  not sure yet.  as we come to the bathroom door, we see a small boy.  this is a little mexican boy, maybe seven years old.  he's sitting on the ground near the toilet, sobbing gently to himself.  there is no doubt that he is afraid of us.  i kneel down and hug him.  i tell him that it will all be alright.

me:  shhh.  it's okay.  we're not here to hurt you.
boy:  (sniff sniff.  stops crying.)
me:  what's your name?
boy:  ker-los
me:  alright.  shhh.  now, what's your name again?  carlos?
boy:  no.  it's ker-los.

now all that i can hear is 'talk show host'.  ninja battle montage.