well. it's been awhile. since i've really mentioned what's been up. i did mention that derek was gone all weekend *sniffle* i missed him muchly. however, missy was here!! (i wonder if she's still here.... *calls* hmmm.... i don't actually have her number. doh. know what else? my number's still up. doh!!) i'm listening to some stuart. (400 bar boot "also, some cool people to hang out with back at the merch table.... megan and kismet, check them out. see if you can get them both to hug you at the same time. it's not hard. just say "i'm a person, and i need love"") though, two of my stuart video cds and my rocky horror picture cd don't work in this computer. woe is me. woe is me. i really want to see my rocky pictures. alas. i bet if i had a pink ibook, this wouldn't happen. (i have fallen in love with pink ibooks. awww they're so cute! but you know what? i don't think they make them anymore! they don't make orange ones either! or maybe they do, and i'm misinformed. hey renata, when you got your new macs, did you pick what colors they are? i'msoconfused. but i know that i want a pink ibook. i should make that my life mission. everyone needs a life mission.)
so, the girls gymnastics team is going to nationals!! wow! i'm so excited for you all. and from what i hear.... michelle was awesome. moreso than usual, if you can even believe it. my response to everything derek told me about regionals was "oh my god! *pause* oh my GOD! *pause* no way, oh my god." (only, being that it was me, it was more "omigawd") and most of those omigawds were for michelle. wow. wow. i cannot express the level of wow that i feel. that is where my blog falls short. you can't see my hand motions. i need hand motions. oh oh oh! michelllle (yes, with four L's.) derek was NO help when i asked him to get me your phone number. he was like "who's if for?" and i was like "me, you dork." *sigh* so, you need to email me, meagna@frowl.org (meagna. not megan, not megna, not meagan. it's confusing. i know. *sigh* though, if you mess up, it goes to the frowl@frowl.org account, and i'll find it eventually) or you know, you could just click on the the link over yonder on the left. while you're clicking links over there.... check out the rocky horror pictures for many of derek looking like a dork. ^_^ awww, no. he looks nice in some of them. i definitely look like a dork in a lot of them. especially the one where i'm headbanging. despite looking dorking... i should headbang more often.
i have a cold. i was ok last night and this morning, and now i keep coughing explosively. and sneezing. i'm quite a fright to be around at the moment. i just laughed at something on renata's blog, and it made me cough for like... a minute. bah. and i'm going to see david sedaris tonight! yaay!! i bet he'll make me laugh and i'll die coughing in the middle of his... speaking event.... concert? i dunno. reading? maybe? i personally like "speaking event". i loooooove david sedaris. dude. total topic change, but this cd that i'm listening to is from like.... the night before our first real rocky horror rehearsal. because i didn't get to go to duluth, because of rehearsal. kismet remebers. *nod*
anywho, david sedaris. i LOVE david sedaris. oh my GOD. because he is SO cynical and hilarious. i can't read his stuff on planes anymore, because i make a fool of myself laughing. example...
from the slate diaries:
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I talked to Amy, who reminded me of the old show-business formula for finding your stage name. You take your middle name and follow with the name of the first street you lived on. My stage name is Raymond Wayne. Amy is Louise Bournthill, and Hugh is Alexander Cannon. I thought this was a foolproof method for coming up with a sophisticated-sounding name, until later in the afternoon when I talked to my friend Marge, whose unfortunate stage name would be Ruth West 34th Street.
To find your drag name, you take the name of your first pet and follow it with your mother's maiden name. I am Dutchess Leonard. Hugh is Winnie Neurath. Some people were just born with good names. Our friend Jolean Albright has Kerwin Fairlawn as a stage name, and Winky Dykeman as her drag alternative. Winky Dykeman--it just doesn't get any better than that.
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The holidays are approaching and it seems that every time I pick up the phone, it's someone asking for money. Sometimes they'll call asking for Hugh, and when told he isn't here, they invariably say, "Well is this Mrs. Hamrick?"
Strangers on the telephone often mistake me for a woman. The same thing happens to my brother. We sound like girls.
A few days ago I got a call asking me to contribute to a rent-control and stabilization lobby. I told the woman that I didn't have a rent-controlled apartment, and she said it didn't matter. "We're fighting to stop these greedy landlords from tripling the rent and tossing their tenants out into the street. Are you with us, Mrs. Sedaris?"
My parents used to be landlords in North Carolina, and I've come to understand that things aren't always quite so simple as she was making them out to be. The owner of this building has taxes to pay. He has boilers to replace and heat to furnish and it isn't easy when half the tenants are paying less than $100 a month.
I told the woman that I gave money only to Central Park and the New York Public Library.
"Well how is the park or the library going to help you when you're out on the streets without a roof over your head?"
I said that, if nothing else, at least I'll have a few attractive places in which to feel sorry for myself.
She cursed me briefly before hanging up. It kills me when they turn ugly like that. Tonight someone called for Hugh, asking him to donate money to a program that distributes winter coats to the needy. I listened in. "We're asking for you, Mr. Hamrick, because we know how much you care. Can you help us out with a hundred dollars?"
Hugh told the woman that he'd recently directed a play where the audience members were told to bring their used winter coats, which would then be donated to--
The woman hung up on him, and I sat in the bedroom listening as he held the phone saying, "Hello. Hello?"
tickets are still available, you should come! maybe you'll see me there! and i'll wave at you! i wish i wrote like david sedaris. *sigh* now i'm depressed because i don't write like david sedaris. or bill bryson for that matter. *sigh* life is so empty all of a sudden. *sigh* but... my drag name is toto grave. boo. i like the toto part of it. (my first pet was a grouchy grey and white cat that i named after toto from the wizard of oz.)
hey! dena cass broke the screen in the window at studio last night. and jumped out, and harrassed some people in the alley, and came back in through the front door. i think that's the second of third time she's broken a window there. (dena cass is a very tall, very big drag queen with very real breasts (well, implants) she cracks me up. and i hear she's gonna be at studio every sunday now?! i wonder if cassandra is gonna be there too...) oh, speaking of cassandra... she definitely pushed my face in her (also real) cleavage last night. it was derek's fault. derek got considerably tipsy last night. he was hilarious. oh dear god. and apparently he moved out to sleep on the couch at some point in the middle of the night? he was really cold, but refused to actually use any blankets. so i went and got him the golfer blanket from the living room. and apparently it reminded him of the couch.... so he went out there, and fell asleep. then he came back, and was all confused. and i was all confused as well. aaaand, he got molested by a boy in the hallway at studio. the same boy later molested me. i love gay boys who turn straight when they're drunk. they crack me up.
tomorrow's derek's birthday!! i should do something huge and embarrasing.... but i won't. i promise. i don't think i'm clever enough to do something like that. *Sigh* alrightyo kids. i'm off.
ohmygod, rob3t2! my email won't send to you. and i wrote a loooong interesting email. *Sniffle* about my missing make up compact that i left in your car when chad and i were trekking across illionis in your rubbermaid saturn (saturns are made out of tupperware. or something.) i should have written down quotes from our phone call the other night. "a TRAAAAAAIN! i hate my life" "what?! but, you were happy about the train! what's wrong!?" "no no, the train's in my way. oh wait, it's over now." "did it have a caboose?" "noooo, iowa trains have engines on both ends." "oh, like worms." *sigh* goodtimes. for real, i'm leaving this time. i'm gonna try and locate a pink ibook.. because i want to see if they're still around. or if they never even existed and i'm imagining things. then, i'll buy it with my eighty cents. which is on the floor at derek's house. derek knocked it on the flooor and i was like "ooh no! i need that!" and i do. *sigh* ok, really i'll shut up, i'm leaving! bye!!
so, the girls gymnastics team is going to nationals!! wow! i'm so excited for you all. and from what i hear.... michelle was awesome. moreso than usual, if you can even believe it. my response to everything derek told me about regionals was "oh my god! *pause* oh my GOD! *pause* no way, oh my god." (only, being that it was me, it was more "omigawd") and most of those omigawds were for michelle. wow. wow. i cannot express the level of wow that i feel. that is where my blog falls short. you can't see my hand motions. i need hand motions. oh oh oh! michelllle (yes, with four L's.) derek was NO help when i asked him to get me your phone number. he was like "who's if for?" and i was like "me, you dork." *sigh* so, you need to email me, meagna@frowl.org (meagna. not megan, not megna, not meagan. it's confusing. i know. *sigh* though, if you mess up, it goes to the frowl@frowl.org account, and i'll find it eventually) or you know, you could just click on the the link over yonder on the left. while you're clicking links over there.... check out the rocky horror pictures for many of derek looking like a dork. ^_^ awww, no. he looks nice in some of them. i definitely look like a dork in a lot of them. especially the one where i'm headbanging. despite looking dorking... i should headbang more often.
i have a cold. i was ok last night and this morning, and now i keep coughing explosively. and sneezing. i'm quite a fright to be around at the moment. i just laughed at something on renata's blog, and it made me cough for like... a minute. bah. and i'm going to see david sedaris tonight! yaay!! i bet he'll make me laugh and i'll die coughing in the middle of his... speaking event.... concert? i dunno. reading? maybe? i personally like "speaking event". i loooooove david sedaris. dude. total topic change, but this cd that i'm listening to is from like.... the night before our first real rocky horror rehearsal. because i didn't get to go to duluth, because of rehearsal. kismet remebers. *nod*
anywho, david sedaris. i LOVE david sedaris. oh my GOD. because he is SO cynical and hilarious. i can't read his stuff on planes anymore, because i make a fool of myself laughing. example...
from the slate diaries:
**********
I talked to Amy, who reminded me of the old show-business formula for finding your stage name. You take your middle name and follow with the name of the first street you lived on. My stage name is Raymond Wayne. Amy is Louise Bournthill, and Hugh is Alexander Cannon. I thought this was a foolproof method for coming up with a sophisticated-sounding name, until later in the afternoon when I talked to my friend Marge, whose unfortunate stage name would be Ruth West 34th Street.
To find your drag name, you take the name of your first pet and follow it with your mother's maiden name. I am Dutchess Leonard. Hugh is Winnie Neurath. Some people were just born with good names. Our friend Jolean Albright has Kerwin Fairlawn as a stage name, and Winky Dykeman as her drag alternative. Winky Dykeman--it just doesn't get any better than that.
**********
The holidays are approaching and it seems that every time I pick up the phone, it's someone asking for money. Sometimes they'll call asking for Hugh, and when told he isn't here, they invariably say, "Well is this Mrs. Hamrick?"
Strangers on the telephone often mistake me for a woman. The same thing happens to my brother. We sound like girls.
A few days ago I got a call asking me to contribute to a rent-control and stabilization lobby. I told the woman that I didn't have a rent-controlled apartment, and she said it didn't matter. "We're fighting to stop these greedy landlords from tripling the rent and tossing their tenants out into the street. Are you with us, Mrs. Sedaris?"
My parents used to be landlords in North Carolina, and I've come to understand that things aren't always quite so simple as she was making them out to be. The owner of this building has taxes to pay. He has boilers to replace and heat to furnish and it isn't easy when half the tenants are paying less than $100 a month.
I told the woman that I gave money only to Central Park and the New York Public Library.
"Well how is the park or the library going to help you when you're out on the streets without a roof over your head?"
I said that, if nothing else, at least I'll have a few attractive places in which to feel sorry for myself.
She cursed me briefly before hanging up. It kills me when they turn ugly like that. Tonight someone called for Hugh, asking him to donate money to a program that distributes winter coats to the needy. I listened in. "We're asking for you, Mr. Hamrick, because we know how much you care. Can you help us out with a hundred dollars?"
Hugh told the woman that he'd recently directed a play where the audience members were told to bring their used winter coats, which would then be donated to--
The woman hung up on him, and I sat in the bedroom listening as he held the phone saying, "Hello. Hello?"
tickets are still available, you should come! maybe you'll see me there! and i'll wave at you! i wish i wrote like david sedaris. *sigh* now i'm depressed because i don't write like david sedaris. or bill bryson for that matter. *sigh* life is so empty all of a sudden. *sigh* but... my drag name is toto grave. boo. i like the toto part of it. (my first pet was a grouchy grey and white cat that i named after toto from the wizard of oz.)
hey! dena cass broke the screen in the window at studio last night. and jumped out, and harrassed some people in the alley, and came back in through the front door. i think that's the second of third time she's broken a window there. (dena cass is a very tall, very big drag queen with very real breasts (well, implants) she cracks me up. and i hear she's gonna be at studio every sunday now?! i wonder if cassandra is gonna be there too...) oh, speaking of cassandra... she definitely pushed my face in her (also real) cleavage last night. it was derek's fault. derek got considerably tipsy last night. he was hilarious. oh dear god. and apparently he moved out to sleep on the couch at some point in the middle of the night? he was really cold, but refused to actually use any blankets. so i went and got him the golfer blanket from the living room. and apparently it reminded him of the couch.... so he went out there, and fell asleep. then he came back, and was all confused. and i was all confused as well. aaaand, he got molested by a boy in the hallway at studio. the same boy later molested me. i love gay boys who turn straight when they're drunk. they crack me up.
tomorrow's derek's birthday!! i should do something huge and embarrasing.... but i won't. i promise. i don't think i'm clever enough to do something like that. *Sigh* alrightyo kids. i'm off.
ohmygod, rob3t2! my email won't send to you. and i wrote a loooong interesting email. *Sniffle* about my missing make up compact that i left in your car when chad and i were trekking across illionis in your rubbermaid saturn (saturns are made out of tupperware. or something.) i should have written down quotes from our phone call the other night. "a TRAAAAAAIN! i hate my life" "what?! but, you were happy about the train! what's wrong!?" "no no, the train's in my way. oh wait, it's over now." "did it have a caboose?" "noooo, iowa trains have engines on both ends." "oh, like worms." *sigh* goodtimes. for real, i'm leaving this time. i'm gonna try and locate a pink ibook.. because i want to see if they're still around. or if they never even existed and i'm imagining things. then, i'll buy it with my eighty cents. which is on the floor at derek's house. derek knocked it on the flooor and i was like "ooh no! i need that!" and i do. *sigh* ok, really i'll shut up, i'm leaving! bye!!
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