I don't think there's a non-cheesy way to describe what's going on here.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Boredom

What can one do in a major US city that is A. considered a good time and B. doesn't cost any money? Nothing! and that answer leads me to why I'm bored. Unfortunately finances are keeping us indoors on this fabulous weekend. Tomorrow I'll be on set all day working on a film which should prove interesting. I'll email the details later. Not sure I really want to post them all.
And then it's off to voice over work on Sunday. So it'll be a fulfilling weekend of industry work with hopfully some time to relax in there.
I hope you're all having fun crazy weekends

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Recommitment Ceremony

Starting off the recommitment to e-mail with a semi-entry into the blog--my first e-mail after the pact (which i failed to express my support of). . .later, i'll edit the post to hold apartment pictures, but for now, let this serve as reminder of the bloggeroony.
 
Aha.  the miki fill-in is correct :)
 
I had the jury duty yesterday (i was retarded with my dates, mols. . . may 10 and 11 were inextricably entertwined in my brain cause of jury duty, car insurance expiration, and another due date.  the conan e-mail just added to the memory salad, and luckily all cleared up by now, as the tenth is over.  but id on't really care for line-standing, so all is well, and i'm crossing fingers for your Conan acceptance!). . . for cook county (incidentally, you're on jury call for an entire month in wisconsin, not just one day.), but since patrick had a huge ordeal with the i've-moved-to-new-mexico-how-could-you-hold-me-to-jury-in-il argument, so i decided to go.  Once in Skokie, they exrayed my bag, and asked my adress.   Milwaukee?!  the woman exclaimed in confusiojn and suprise.  THIS GIRL MOVED TO MILWUAKEE! turning back to me: Lets see your license.  well, you see, i've just moved--it still shows my chicago address. I calmly explained. Oh. she says to me with a look that can only be described as A Loss For Words.  How about a copy of my lease? I asked her. Oh. that would work--fax it to this number.  she says, taking out a sticky-note. That's all, just fax that, there's no form or anything? I'm starting to feel skeptical here. Yeah, i'll just keep this here, and you fax that to me.  ohbekaybe. . . i departed to milwaukee to complete the hundred-fifty mile round trip, and headed to kinkos, totally convinced that she had simply thrown away my jury summons.  loved it.
 
Today, i am indeed having a rainy thursday.  it's fucking freeeeeeezing, completlely windy (as opposed to partially), and pisssing shitty rain.  Definately not the kind of day where i felt regret at not having a job to be at.  Though, i had an interview this morning (for which i awoke on my own, just this side of too late, my alarmclock-setting-prowess having failed me.)  I sent my resume in response to a newspaper ad i saw a week after passing the design-architecture-remodel company's awesome building and ocmmenting to myself "i ought to get a job there".  Kismet, right?  i don't want to jinx it, but it went really well, i'd be awesome for the job, and they all seem super nice.  I only hope i didn't mention a too-high salary, cause i'm kindof at a loss on that front. . . we shall see.
 
I spent the rest of the morning debating with the key guy at Home Depot: "yes, i'm sure they didn't work.  will you please cut new keys for me?", scrambling through the rain, grocery shopping and visiting the DMV.  I registered my car, and got wisconsin plates (sniff--my car's a cheezer), but couldn't get a drivers liscence without a utility bill.  lease (or car registration) doesn't count, apparently.  whoops.  so i've got another day of non-cheezer-ness, or at least untill i work up the gumption to visit another DMV-- maybe i'll try the one i went to first( which is closed only on Thursdays.....wha?) 
 
As far as my transformation to wisconsinite goes, i've got insurance, handled by a moron, and relieved by the only sane person in the office--who ironically has just moved from chicago (i suspect glenview, but who's counting?).  My parentls visited last sunday, and i'm thinking about possibly getting a boyfriend here.  maybe this saturday or next.  Also, i'm planning on a cat, or maybe a bunny--hope to visit humane society on sat.  even thouhg i told myhself i'd wait till i had a salary to ensure the means to purchase catfood. . . we'll see on that too. :) 
 
I still don't have pictures, but when i can, i'll take a shot of the teeny, immaculate, electric oven that i'm testing out for the first time today (i've used the stove top, but not yet the oven). . .and also my awesome storage unit, the counter weighted basemetn fire-doors, and the cute cat in the neighboring apartneme that stares at me through the window. . . well, probably won't snap photos of my neighbors' living rooms, but i will of mine.   you'll see
 
miss you all.
 
beth
 
ps.  i don't believe real-person-hood is contingent upon college graduation, i'd just like to say.  but cograts to kelly!!  it's so crazy weird! :)

Thursday, May 04, 2006

I am a prostitute... apparently.

So if I called you on Friday night...very very late... technically Saturday morning at approximately 4am, I was not infact drunk, as you may have believed... I was however frightened.

After leaving our regular shows at around 2am. Tim, Micah, Jason and I headed across the street to grab some grub before our next show that was to happen at 3am a few blocks away. We trekked over to the theatre and did our show - Hooray! Afterwards, we started getting our coats on to go and then the boys decided they wanted to stay and jam with some folks. Yes, improvisors can jam too. By now it was 3:40ish and I was tired and already in the mindset of going home to walk the dog and crash before getting up and helping a friend move the next day, so I told the boys to go ahead without me, that I was heading home. Boyfriend gave me cab money and I started on my way.

It was such a nice night out, that I decided to walk - its only about 6 blocks and thing were bustling on Belmont, so I wasn't worried. About 3 blocks from the theatre, a man approached me and this conversation ensued:

Man: Do you know how to get to Rush Street?
Me: No, sorry, I don't.
Man: Oh. You not from around here?
Me: No, I am. I just don't know how to get to Rush Street.
Man: You homeless or somethin?
Me: (snicker) Uh... no.
Man: Hey. How bout I give you (pulls cash out of his pocket)... Let's say 200 dollars and you come hang out with me.
Me: Uh... No thank you.
Man: You know, just hangin out and stuff.
Me: I'm not interested. Thank you.

First of all, I think I'm worth WAY more thank $200! Though it is quite possible that I think too highly of myself. And second of all... geez.

I hurried away and kept looking back to make sure that man wasn't following this homeless prostitute home. I tried calling about 5 people (so that someone would keep me company and distracted from late night craziness) and eventually woke up our favorite west coast Spanish teacher who thought I was drunk and crying. Though really I was just nervous and walking with a runny nose. I made it home safe and sound, thank you very much Mychela!

Then I went into my apartment and grabbed the dog, who probably had to pee like a racehorse or a caged dog, and we went for our walk without incident.

That is, until we circled the block and arrived back at the apartment building to see a strange man (not the same one as before) reaching under the bushes to grab a branch and tap at windows on the first floor. Lucy and I vamoosed outta there, took another stroll around the block, and hid around the corner waiting for him to leave. He finally did and we ran into the building (double checking that the doors shut behind us) and crawled into bed.

Yikes - Friday nights in boystown I guess.