Watching Knocked Up. Waiting for Collin to get out of work so I can go to his house again tonight.

About a month ago Ellory told me G4 was bringing back "Woman of the Web" and opening it up to anyone to enter. So we whipped up an interview, he did some fancy editing, and somehow I made it into the top voting... and it's making me crazy. I should be posting here about my first day of work, which wasn't terrible but not great. Boring. Tedious. Collin's dad is away for the week. I think until Thursday or Friday. So we have the house to ourselves, but my body clearly hates me. So no loud obnoxious sexytime until (of course) dad comes back. Fab! But yeah, I got into the "finals" I guess for this contest. And it's literally neck and neck. Me against this girl Katrina "Action Chick". She has a website and a Twitter with some crazy thousand+ followers. And she was on G4 for Dallas Comic Con. Like she covered it or something. And she's plain looking. Not exactly ugly (one girl looks like a 12 year old boy, one girl looks (and acts 14) and other girls were just kinda... fake) but not pretty. She's just plain. And she's super nice. Why the shit is she so nice? Ellory made a post about me on a G4 board, and she took it over but then did a PS on how cute I am and stuff. It was like that girl thing, where you're super nice, but underneath you hate their guts. Because seriously, we are each other's competition. So I did some stalking, started following her and now she's tweeting me and she's super nice saying we should both win because that would be awesome and now she's telling her thousands of followers to vote for the girl they want to win, even if it's not her. And now they're back to the "vote for me!" and it's just getting overly stupid... and then this bitch posted a comment on my submission that I make her want to vomit because of my stomach fat... I know I'm not fat. I know I know I know. I'm not trying to pityparty. I'm not trying to guily anyone. I'm just being stupid about all of this stupid crap.


I'm opening tomorrow at Macy's. I was moved to Accessories... which is fantastic... But all I can think of is "holy crap 8 hours where I can't vote on my video and I won't know how I'm doing until I get home... fuck." I think the last day is Friday. Or Monday. Either way. I want it to be over.

All I know is when I lose, it's going to suck hard.

So about once a month, to every other month, I house sit for a family I have known for about 3 years. I met them when I worked in the daycare center, and it just so happened they lived literally across the parking lot from me when I lived in the condo with my mom. They have a beautiful long haired black and white cat named Sergei and he's very sweet... when he wants to be. He's very easy to take care of... except you have to REALLY watch him when you come in and our of the house, since he is a runner. My very first time taking care of him, they told me he WILL run out given the opportunity, but the worst that will happen is he will go outside, panic, then come back around the front of the house and come back in.

This happened to me before, I was getting the newspaper, and he slipped by me, but he literally froze underneath the stairs for the other condo, so I was able to just grab him/shoo him back inside.

Last night, Collin and I stopped at the house around 1am. We wanted a quiet night in, so we were just going to crash there, since I'm completely allowed and stuff. We were bringing things in the house, and I kept my eye on the cat. He was sitting behind me in the living room, while I had the door to the garage, plus the garage door, open. I ran out into the garage for a hot second, then turned to see he was gone. Now, the cat is easily spooked so I wasn't going to panic yet. We combed the house, and he was out. I didn't panic, though. I knew he'd just come around to the front. So we waited in the kitchen (me pacing), for the cat to show up on the front porch, and soon enough, I opened the door to see him peeking around the house. It was 1:30am. The temperature was dropping. And it was starting to rain. This complex also isn't the greatest lit. So I did that psspsspss noise, and he just kinda stared at me. So I went outside and held out my hand and kinda crept towards him calling him. When I got close enough, he hissed and swiped at me. Okay, so that wasn't working. I went inside to get a bag of treats to shake, cuz that seems to work on every other pet with a stomach. I stood on the porch shaking it, didn't work. I tried to grab him again, he hissed at me. Didn't work. Collin told me that he'd try and chase the cat in the house if I held the door open. I told him to please not do that, because he's scared. He'll just run away. He was convinced that if he got the cat to run in the direction of the door, he'd run inside. All would be well. We could go to sleep. I told him not to again, and went in the house to put the treats away. Then I hear bushes rustling, and "shit." I go outside, Collin's standing there with an "I fucked up" look... the cat bolted. It was dark. It was raining. It's a black cat. I'm furious. And panicked. What the fuck do I do? We tried to look for him, but it was just too dark. So I sat on the stairs in front of the door til about 3:30 in the morning, and eventually just went to sleep. Collin woke up every hour to check to see if he had come back, and surprise, he hadn't. I woke up around 9am, and walked around the entirety of the complex, and didn't see him. I put some food in a bowl on the porch, cuz he had to get hungry sometime, and nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Hours passing. Nothing. Collin got up, had to run some errands, and brought back some Chinese food. I was getting very upset/nervous/panicked over this cat. It was getting on 12 hours he's been missing, and I had to contact the owners. Because all they said is he "tries" to get out. Or he'll get out and just come back in. So has he ever just... ran? So I swallowed my pride around 2:30, and called the owners who are down in Disney having the time of their lives right now, and to my shock, the conversation went as this:

Phil: "Hi Sandy, how are you?"
Me: "Hi Phil... um... Sergei ran off last night."
P: "Oh no. Well. He'll come back."
Me: "...what?"
P: "He does this. We know he loves us, and we love him, but we're pretty sure he doesn't want to live with us forever. He runs outside a lot, sometimes for a really long time. So don't worry yourself."
Me: "But he's been gone since last night."
P: "Yeah. We have neighbors he sometimes gets caught by. But he does this."
Me: "I even sat up til about 4am waiting for him to come back..."
P: "Oh don't do that! There's no need to do that!"
Me: "I put food out on the porch..."
P: "Nope. Don't do that, if you do that he'll eat and leave. Why don't you bring the food back in the house, and come back in a few hours and he'll probably be sitting on the front porch waiting for you to feed him, then bring him in."
Me: "The phone has rang a couple of times in the past hour though, could he have been caught?"
P: "If he gets caught by the neighbors they have our cell, but I'll call the voicemail to make sure it's not animal control. I will call you in a little bit. Go home. Get some rest. He'll be back, I promise. If he doesn't come back by tonight, we'll figure something out. Okay?"

...What? I stayed up all night panicking, and freaking out, and crying, and angry... to find out from the owner to just go home? So I left around 3:15, after hearing back that no one has called about him. I took a nap, and I'm about to go over there to see if he's back... I'm afraid he's gone for good.

I hope not.

My dad needs to stfu.

Yesterday I was getting work done on my car, so Collin was awesome enough to go out of his way and drive me to work and pick me up. My dad took the chance for the entire day to make fun of him to my face. He's my dad I'm not asking him to like Collin, but I'd at least like him to not be obnoxious. His reasons for "dislike" are the fact he wears "girl's pants" (? ) and that he's younger. Oh no shit he's younger than me. Whatever. So all day he was asking me when he was getting out of school... highschool. So that was cute. And mature. And he was on the whole making fun of that all day. So yeah, fun.

I went around the Bridgewater Mall applying to stuff in the evening. I got applications from Victoria's Secret, Build a Bear, and I'm applying to Macy's... I really don't want to go to the mall. But idk what else to do right now. And jobs in retail are opening up for the holidays... Collin was looking in the mall as well, I was just there for the ride and I picked up the applications here and there. *shrug*

I hung out with my friend Laura last night, we went to Menlo Park and she got stuff for her burlesque act next month. I got boots for Harley. I felt somewhat accomplished.

I met up with Collin at Andrew's house. He was finishing up his job applications and everyone was watching Supernatural. I was completely wiped out and uninterested in what was on TV so I napped on the couch until Collin was ready to go. After the episode we were watching was over, he was ready so I was going to drive the two of us to my house, and we were going to stay there. When we were getting ready to leave, Collin's friend PJ said "Okay I'll get my things." Collin forgot he was bringing PJ home. I wouldn't have had a problem bringing him home (we all live within 10-15 minutes of each other) except I was super low on gas, and I have to watch my traveling (this week I've worked in Glen Gardner Tuesday/Wednesday and possibly Friday... a 35 minute commute, then I went to Laura's in New Brunswick last night, then the sprinkled in visits to Warren and Stirling, then driving to Hawthorne tonight, and probably Philipsburg on Saturday... so yeah gotta watch my money/gas usage). Collin was low on gas himself, so we both decided it would be better if he just went home, since he lived closer to PJs than I do. And I was really sad and disappointed. But whatever. I was kind of unnecessarily mad at PJ. Cuz he doesn't have a car atm and Collin has been chauffeuring him and Andrew around whenever they needed a ride, which is nice of him but I just feel bad. So I woke up this morning and found out I didn't have work due to obnoxious freezing cold/rain, and went back to sleep. Collin texted me saying hello, and I called him to say good morning, and found out PJ's dog died this morning... so I felt bad for being mad at him last night. I feel really bad. Meh.

I have my shrink appointment at 1. She got a cancellation, which is good. I filled out an online application for Macy's and found out how much I hate online applications. And the greatest questions ever were on it... in the "mandatory" section of the questionnaire, there was this one:

*9. Will you provide friendly customer service all day, every day?

Really? Who would answer no?

And then apparently you can either be Hispanic or Latino, or Not Hispanic or Latino under ethnicity.

I'm glad there are no blurry ethnic lines.

Oh well... appointment, dropping off job apps, lunch somewhere in there, and rehearsal tonight. October turned out to be busier than I thought it would be!

You know those weeks that the minute they begin you're just ready for them to be done? That's this week for me.

At 12:30am on Monday, I found out that our gas account was shut down because apparently my family is more strapped for cash than they lead on. Because we apparently can't afford to pay the gas bill (nice!).

Last night went well, but I felt like I was paying for it today.

I get to work, and the always fabulous Aunt Deb was there, and I was wearing cat ears cuz yeah, Halloween is coming so why not have fun and be festive? I'm not going crazy with wearing a full on costume 2 weeks ahead. But whatever. I was telling my dad how I'm going to dress up for work on the 30th since I'm not working on Halloween itself. And my always charming Aunt Deb, says to me, "Well don't go TOO crazy on the 30th. No corsets or fishnets!"

Seriously?

Fucking really?

Not funny. So I just kinda laugh it off through gritted teeth and keep working as she piles more duties on me while I'm not done with the first task. (ex: I was washing/drying dishes and she told me to start putting napkins in the napkin holders, then fill the sides, then clean the counters, and as I moved on, she piled more).

I woke up this morning, and double checked on whether my shrink appointment was today or tomorrow. But I kept in mind that the money is tight right now, so I called my mom to see if she needed me to possibly push it back to next week or even next month. Around 11am, my phone rang and I thought it was my mom so I let it ring a bunch of times while I was doing my 2894732984793 jobs at once, then finally got annoyed with the constant ringing so I went to pick it up. It was my shrink. I picked it up, and she had this annoyed voice. And I said "I thought my appointment was tomorrow.."

Nope. It was today. And she kept telling me it was today like I didn't hear her. I thought today's date was yesterday's and I got confused this morning apparently. And I felt like a dumbass. And then she was "reminding" me that we owed her a lot of money and stuff... which I was aware of... and now we owe her *more* because I mixed up the dates and she can't reschedule me for this week. She doesn't know when she can reschedule me. So I felt completely shitty about that. So now my mom and I have to work stuff out with money.

So that's fucking fantastic.

I had one of those off morning dreams. Woke up @ 8:20 this morning, but went back to sleep cuz I didn't have to be up til 9:15.



I had a dream I was at the Bergenfield theatre, I ran into the theatre wearing my Columbia tailcoat and tophat, over a weird satin shirt, with my Janet slip and did "I'M A MUSCLE FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN". And Dani was there clearly playing Janet that evening and looked at me totally pissed and confused (sorry Dani! lol).

Idk. It was very odd. *shrug*. And I couldn't find any of my other costuming. And I didn't know what I was playing? Weird.


I haven't had a Rocky nightmare in a long time. It was very odd.

Um, let's see... I've been doing very well. I have been working and hanging out with new friends. Very fun people. I'm on a job hunt, because I really can't deal with being at the bbq any more. It's not absolutely awful but I can't work with my dad any more, and also-- the bbq closes down in November for the winter months. So I'd be shit out of luck from November til March or April, anyway. So tonight I have an interview for a nanny job, I dropped off an application for a liquor/wine store in my town, and today I'm dropping off an application for the local bank. So crossing my fingers, there.


I think that's it?

The Rockabilly Festival is happening this weekend, too. I'm nervous but it should be a total blast.

So. Maybe... 10 minutes after I post the entry? I get up to make some food. Boom. Dog shit on the floor. How the hell did she do it? I was watching her. She had to have shit like lightning! So okay, I go to get a plastic bag and paper towels... and there is shit in the kitchen. Granted, it was on the newspaper, which was surprising because they apparently have been sitting there for two weeks and the dog hasn't touched them. So that was a (slight) win. So I cleaned that up second (gagging all the way through). I come back into the living room about 10 minutes later, to see she had also shit by her cage. What the hell, dog? Houdini of shit?! It was on the edge of her blanket, so it barely got it so I was able to spot clean it with the spray they gave me to do so, so now I have to wait til it dries. But wtf? Seriously? I had the dog out for a half an hour this morning! It went multiple times!

Please don't let it be this kinda day. D:

Yesterday was painfully uneventful. I sat on the couch in this house, called people, IMed people, texted people pretty much begging for company. My mom stopped by twice, bringing me some McDonald's on her way home. It was Cesar's birthday and he was apparently having a huge party. The dog was chill pretty much the entire day, sleeping it pretty much away either in the sun on a mat by the kitchen, or sleeping on her blanket on the floor. For about an hour and a half she slept on the couch nuzzled between me and the couch arm. I went to Stop N Shop around 8, because boredom was absolutely killing me, and also (the obvious) I was starving. I talked to Ellory early in the day and he said that if Jon wasn't coming over, he'd come over and hang out. But he got stuck babysitting his little brother, so he didn't get here til about 10:45-11:00. We watched the UFC fight on Shotime, and the puppy started getting all riled up from sleeping all day. But then she started getting out of hand. I don't think these people really discipline her at all, because she doesn't stop when you tell her "no" or "stop" or even sternly say her name. She's a constant nipper, with razor teeth. Yes, yes, I know, she's a puppy. I've had puppies before. I've had dogs my entire life. We were always consistent with the no biting, and the potty training. She's not bad with that, she only had one accident yesterday (right after I took her out to go we both came in, and while I was making breakfast she peed on the floor...wtf?). But anyways, me and Ellory went bread hunting (they have a bread stash more or less) and talked of Nanny Cams (these people have to have one. Call me paranoid but seriously... they have a ridiculously nice house and they asked a more or less complete stranger to watch it. So come on). The dog wants to sit on the couch with me right now but she sat on her pee when we were outside, so that's just not happening. We put the dog in the cage because she was out of control, and Ellory left around 1:30. I tried to get her to go outside one more time, but she sat up, then flopped back to sleep instead. So it was bedtime. Jon called me around 7:30 to say good morning on his way to work, and the minute Zima heard my voice she was awake, so I brought her outside where she sat in her pee. She's now banging around with her rawhide bone. I washed some dishes, and I am completely exhausted. I need a shower, too. Yesterday I just didn't feel like it, as gross as that is. Jon wasn't coming over, I had no one to impress. So why should I? I just know I need one before these people come home.

I was really sad Jon couldn't come over last night. He brought his friend Heather over on Friday to see District 9 (which was awesome btw), so he had to leave eventually. And last night, he told me he was too tired and he had to go to bed to get up early for work (he usually gets up around 6 if he has work at 8). But he went to the pool hall til about 12:30. So now Jon has to know he was totally in trouble or something because now (apparently) he's coming over to my house to watch True Blood. He haaaates True Blood (with no real reason, hm. Surprise). I should be out of here by 8:30 the very latest, so that's a plus. I am ridiculously excited for this week's episode. And I want to keep it out of mind that the season should more or less be wrapping up very soon... and then will have to wait til next summer for season 3.

I'm hungry. This post is all over the damn place. *shrug* Gonna make some food now.

This week... was pretty cool.

Performed at One Night Stand, went to Robot Chicken on Wheels tour on Thursday night, which was really awesome. I dressed as Silk Spectre, and Seth Green pointed me out when he was doing an "opening ceremony" kinda thing, (he was talking and then stopped dead and said, "Wait... is that Silk Spectre?!") and I think Ellory got it on video. I hope he did. Then when I was skating inside, I felt someone brush my back, and when I turned around to say "wtf" it was totally Seth Green. He told me he was glad I made it inside, and we skated and bs-ed for a little bit. Very awesome.

Yesterday at work was excruciatingly boring. It got ridiculous slow, so it was just very boring. It was also one of those days where every freaking customer was an asshole. Like no kidding. Just insanely rude. But whatever. Made $11 in tips which is not terrible.

Also- quick backtrack, on Wednesday night I got an email from care.com with new pet sitting/babysitting jobs in my area. I came across a job listing from a man who really needed a last minute house sitter/puppy sitter the next town over. I thought I'd give it a shot, and sent a reply basically sayin "hey I live in the next town with a ton of dog experience and I'll be around this weekend." I went to work on Thursday (in the pouring goddamn rain) and got a phone call from the guy! Score! They wanted to possibly set up an interview, so I left work early, went to the house, met the kids, met the guy, and met the most adorable dog ever. A Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy. Long story short, got the job. Getting paid to play with an adorable puppy til tomorrow night at an awesome house. Negative side, I'm kinda bored. Eh. Oh well, easy money. :D

My weekend:

( My weekend's schedule. It's deliciously hectic. )

That, was the shoot schedule for Henrique's new film, "Bleeding Through". It was an incredibly stressful weekend, but we got done all that was needed to be done. Now after a few pick up scenes, we'll officially be wrapped. I can honestly say I can't wait.

Here we go:

On Wednesday evening my friend Brooklyn Babydoll posted on Facebook that she was sick and wouldn't be able to perform at a show on Thursday night. So I called her up and she said I could definitely take her place @ the party "Bordello" at Haven. I was pretty psyched about it, until both Jon and Ellory said that neither of them could drive me. Ellory didn't want to go since he was coming with me to Chicago Saturday, then Insomnia on Sunday. Jon wasn't sure what time he was getting out of work (Wednesday night he didn't get out til nearly 7:30) and had to work on Friday early. Which left me in a bind. I already had rehearsal on 8th Ave for Hunnie, so I guess I could just walk to Haven.. I then hung out with Nick and my old friend Chris, and asked them if they'd want to take the train in with me to go. They were both in so that was a relief that I wouldn't be running all over NYC by myself.

Thursday brought work, and rain. Lots of rain. I met Nick and Chris at the train station, and we were off to the city. It was Nick's first time on the NJ Transit, so it was way too fun for him to be on the train. We got into NYC and I ran to rehearsal, which was awesome and flew by. There's a new Hunnie member and she's adorable and has never done burlesque before. She tried one of my corsets on, and we all helped her pick a stage name. D'awwwe! Rehearsal ended around 7, and I had to be at Haven by 8:30. Nick and Chris nearly got abducted by the Church of Scientology (no, seriously), so I had to run around Broadway trying to find them. And while trying to find them, I found...

REGINA AND DAN!!! They were in line for Phantom, and I hope they had fun at the show! :)

I soon found Nick and Chris, and it was about 7:30. Yeah. It took that long to find them, and we were on our way to Haven. We got to haven around 8, so I had time to grab a bite before the show.

The show... was something else. Haven is beautiful. Our stage? A block with a pole. Yep. A. Pole. I performed with Kiki Valentine, who was awesome, and a drag queen. And this is where the fun begins. Kiki and I both sat ready to make an entrance. My song started about halfway through, then stopped. Then started again, then lost volume. Then started over again. Sans introduction. So when I revealed my "L S" pasties, someone said "What the hell is LS?"

Fail.

The burlesque was also supposed to be at 9 and 10. The first "set" was at 9:45. I had to catch the train @ 11:21 or else we'd have to leave around 12:30am. Kiki was awesome and told the young man running the show (he wasn't listening to me) that we needed to go on ASAP or I wouldn't make my train. We get dressed. We're ready. And a gigantic boisterous diva tastic drag queen comes in.

"HOW MUCH TIME DO I HAVE TO GET READAY? I REFUSE TO GO ON BEFORE HAVING 3 DRANKS. I CAN'T GO ON WITHOUT MY DRAAAAANKS." The young man running it because flustered, and told her that we were all going on the second she got dressed. She then shouted, "THEN GET MY DRANKS MY LUUUUVE. THANK YEEEEEEW." The owner of Haven then stopped by the dressing room (He was a sweetheart) to say great job to us, and the drag queen's drinks were still not in her hand.

"SCUSE ME."
-"Yes?"
"WHO ARE YOU?"
-"I'm the owner."
"OH. CAN YOU GET ME 3 DRINKS? THANKS BABY."
-"I think your drinks are coming. I'll see you all downstairs, great job, girls!"

Awkward. The second set went wonderfully, and then it was time to get paid. I asked the young man distributing our envelopes when he collected tips, since he and my friend who usually does the show guaranteed me tips as well as pay, and he told me they never do tips I must have heard them wrong. I didn't have time to argue. It was 10:45. I was livid. And we were going to miss the train. We hit E. 51st Street running. My ankles hurt. My calves hurt. I had a side cramp. I was drenched in sweat. But we had to run. To Penn. So many blocks. We lucked out. We got down to the train, and all of the doors were shutting, about 8 of us had formed by this point screaming HOLD THE TRAIN PLEASE! And somehow we made it on. I got home around 1am and passed the fuck out.

Friday I worked (uneventful), then met up with 3 young ladies I met at Anime Next who are my biggest fans. No really. They make me feel like a superstar. Haha. They wanted to learn how to make pasties. And glove peel and all that fun burlesque-y stuff. So I gave them a lesson. And they enjoyed it. Oh, the future of Burlesque Stars! :D

Jon and I had original plans to just go out for ice cream, then just chill out in the back yard, maybe go for a swim and relax. We were both exhausted from work and not sleeping, plus Saturday brought Chicago for me. But then at 9:45, Jon got a call from his friend Leif. They were at a patio bar in Bridgewater, pretty close to my house and wanted to see if we wanted to come out. No cover. Jon really wanted to go, but I was "one of the guys" last Friday, and I barely got to see Jon this week because of work and all the things that came up, I was really looking forward to just having my boyfriend to myself... but we went. And it actually wasn't bad. Leif bought me 2 drinks (one because he "dared" me to do karaoke. You don't have to dare me to get up there!) and one so it wouldn't be creepy if he bought a random lady a drink. I sang "Just A Girl" and had to keep telling these guys to fuck off because they were harassing me while I was singing, oh, and the crown jewel of the night:

A 9 year old girl... singing I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry. It was so... awkward. Wtf, parents? They were sitting at the bar having a couple of drinks, and they really must not care what their daughter is singing.

But yeah, last few days in a nutshell. Today is Chicago in NYC (orchestra seats!) then playing Janet at Rocky... tomorrow is Insomnia @ Le Poisson Rouge with Hunnie and I (hopefully) have nothing going Monday... I'm so tired.

So yeah. BBQ drama. How does this happen?!


I work with my dad and my aunt from Tuesdays to Thursdays as many of you well know. I used to not have a problem with my aunt until back in May or April she told me she didn't like me working there because my dad was paying me and apparently he could not afford it. I never told my dad this because, well, I wanted to shy away from the inevitable drama that would cause. So we worked side by side. When my dad wasn't there she'd be controlling and pretty obnoxious. If friends came to visit for lunch she'd make me go inside and work and she would take a break and chat it up with them (Sorry, Joe!) and it was kind of irritating. But when it came down to a busy lunch rush, her and I would get shit done. We would get orders in and stuff out the window pretty damn quick.

But then came the shitfest that was this week.

-On Tuesday I apparently gave attitude to her. Where has she been for the past few months? We always messed around with sarcasm and stuff. But whatever.

-On Wednesday, Jon came to visit me @ work. He ended up being in the way, and Pop came in to visit and was more in the way, and Aunt was just kinda trying (like I was) to get stuff out the window so it was just kinda stressful. I ended up leaving work an hour early because there was too much help. Jon was now not prone anymore to coming to visit me for lunch because my dad was a huge asshole to him. Awesome.

-Thursday was when the shit hit the fan. It was a fairly busy lunch rush from about 11:30 until around 12:30. My dad put more ribs on the grill, my Aunt was mixing the pulled pork, and I grabbed a couple of Ziplock bags for her to put the pork in, then sat down for a second and checked my phone. She moved to the sink and started doing dishes. She was doing the dishes, so I wasn't going to get up until I had to dry. No big deal. A couple of minutes later, she came to the counter, grabbed her cigarettes, her lighter, and her purse. I didn't think twice because she was probably just running up to the bathroom. She looks at me then this conversation happened:

AD: "I'm leaving."
Me: "Okay bye."
AD: "No, I am leaving and not coming back."
Me: "Where you goin? Did you tell my dad?"
AD: "No. I am leaving because you are sitting here, on your phone not doing anything. You do not work. You do NOTHING around here. It's all me and your father while you SIT THERE on your phone."
Me: "What are you talking about I sat down a minute ago..."
AD: "NO. ALL YOU DO IS SIT THERE ON YOUR PHONE. YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE. EVER. YOU NEED TO GROW UP."
Me: "What? What are you even talking about? I am not going to yell or fight with you...what the hell?"
AD: "YOU NEED TO GROW UP. AND I AM LEAVING AND I WILL NOT COME BACK UNTIL YOU PUT DOWN THE PHONE AND GROW UP. YOU DON'T EVEN WORK HERE. YOU NEVER WORK. YOU DO NOTHING."
Me: "I do too work! What is your problem?!"
AD: "I AM LEAVING. YOU CAN EXPLAIN TO YOUR FATHER WHY I'M NOT COMING BACK-"
Me: "What? Are you serious? I do too work! You're being ridiculous!"
AD: "PART TIME. THAT'S YOU."

She then slammed the door and walked out. My dad came in about 2 minutes later. He didn't hear it. He didn't see it. He asked where Aunt Deb was. I told her she threw a tantrum and screamed at me and left. He laughed and asked when she was coming back. I told him what she said. He laughed and told me that she's a nut and she'll be back. She called my dad about 15 minutes later, saying she would not be back and it's not between her and him it's between her and I. I had to stay late at work because now she wasn't there and my dad had double the workload.

Then this morning my dad called me around 9am to tell me not to come in, because he couldn't open today. He's catering tomorrow so he has to prep for the party and since my Aunt decided to not come in today. She also told him she won't be there tomorrow either, so while he's catering he can't keep the regular location open. So now because she's being a spiteful bitch, it's affecting my dad.

Oh and update. As of about noon, my dad called me to tell me she officially will never be back. So great. He says it's not my fault and apparently she called him up telling him all kinds of shit and will never be back.

Even though he says it's not my fault. And I know it's not my fault. It makes me feel like shit. Ughhh.

I'll do bullet points.

Saturday

-Went to dad's girlfriend's daughter's graduation party... excruciatingly boring. Jon and I hung out with my dad mostly.

-Left "party" went to Angie's to get my hair done.

-Switch was awesome.

-Went back to Angie's where we drank and I apparently hallucinated (wtf?)

Sunday

-Woke up had another drink (I didn't really want to...but I did anyway)

-Diner

-Rented Zombie Strippers which I loved.

-Tried to nap but no one would let me... which led to me being incredibly angry/cranky and wanting to go home.

-Val, Jimmy, and Nick came over for True Blood.

Monday

-Beach with Leah all day! Very fun times! Wristband day! Warm weather! Beautiful sunshine!

-Poolhall with Jon

Tuesday

-Worked.

-Either Meadowlands Fair or Califon Carnival with Jon. Or maybe nothing at all. Playing it by ear.

Today started out awful. I woke up at 7am at Jon's house, two hours before the alarm went off to go to work... to a fab uti. I haven't had one in awhile so wtf? I got dressed and went home, and my mom took me to the ER. My doctor's office hours are late in the day, and my doctor always makes us wait hours to see him. So off we went. I got medication. We were on our way. On the way home, we saw a bunch of Seeing Eye Dogs (Oh, Morristown...) and we both started talking about how much we both missed Princess and having a dog around the house. My mom admitted that she kind of wants another dog... so we might look into it! :D

I got home and relaxed. Jon's working @ the bbq. My dad needs the help and Jon needs the money. So that's a good thing. I started thinking about this coming Friday and how nervous about it I am... what if my act isn't as big and flashy as the rest of them? What if my costume isn't glittery enough? I tried to take a nap and I got a fabulous idea... I'm revamping my costuming for Sickness (original, not zombie). I found my old Candystripper costume, and I'm going to glitter up some red and white undies. It's gonna be cute... I hope.

So Ellory is going to pick me up and take me to Bridgewater, which is cool. Cuz i don't need much. I have most of what I need. So yay!

Hello world! This weekend was indeed...something else.

Friday I worked then I came home and bummed around/packed for Bailout (Part 2). I was pretty impressed that Jon, Ellory and I got there so early. So that was a total plus. And I have another Burlesque BFF. Lola Von Haze. My favorite quote of hers from the evening: "I will not get dressed until I know this show is definitely happening." We got free drinks from a creeper at the bar upstairs (hey free $11 drink.. would you turn it down?) and then got ready. I got a malibu bay breeze so I wouldn't get drunk (we wouldn't want Tanked Girl Part 2 would we?), and just sat with it. Then Chris gave me my drink ticket. I didn't want to get drunk. But I also had a drink ticket... and I wanted to make my ticket worth it... so what did I get? A Long Island Iced Tea. Great choice. Because by the time I had to go on, I was pretty buzzed. So I felt good. I was doing my housewife act, and during said act I go into the audience and give out cookies. During my cookie giveaway, I felt something brush my leg. I wrote it off as "eh maybe an accident..." but then the guy full on was feeling me up. I turned around, told him to knock it off, then (thank god) my act was over. I went backstage and I told Chris, Jon, and Jamie about this guy who kept feeling me up. Someone also tossed a $5 bill at me, which made me feel like shit (yes, I know it's $5. But I am not a common stripper). Then the bidding war happened between one of Chris' plants... and the creepy guy. I was won by a plant. Which then made me feel awful. Granted most of us were won by plants in the audience, and no, I would not want to have to hang around Creeper McScaryson... but it's kind of a blow to your ego when no one wants you around them for the night. I was then given another drink ticket. So I had myself another drink. And it was delicious. So for my next act I was good and drunk. Which was suitable for my act: Too Drunk to Fuck. I need to see video from that. Like... NEED. The show came to a close soon, my boyfriend shedded his own clothes at least 3 or 4 times... Everyone did amazing (*coughbutnotlawrencecough*). And my words of wisdom for the night shouted into the microphone: "BOOOOOOOOZE." Yes. I know. I'm classy.

I woke up Saturday to a phone call from my good friend Drea "Miss Cherry Delight". Apparently you had to be there by noon to register to walk in the parade. Shit. I called up Val, woke her up, and by 11:00 we were on our way to our very first trip to Coney Island/the Mermaid Parade. And from the moment we got out of the car people were snapping up pictures and we were superstars for the day. And Drea and I kept looking for our Chippy. On the way home, Val and I stopped at Red Robin (a day of firsts!) and it was amazing delicious. I got home, dropped off Val, changed my shirt then went off to Jon's... where dramas ensued between me and Angie, then me and Jon. But everything is okay now (I think? ...I hope...) and we went to the bar. I wasn't in the mood to go but they both wanted to so yeah. Outvoted...

I got up today and went to the BBQ to hang out with my dad, and I actually ended up working. So I got paid which was nice. I think I'm getting dinner with him tonight... but I don't want it to be late because Val is coming over for some TRUE BLOOD!

Tomorrow I'm visiting my friend over at Palisades, I haven't seen him since March I want to say. So that will be fun. But until my next entry!

This weekend was pretty awesome, and busy at the same time.

It started Thursday night, by seeing Up with my friend Nick, it was amazing. I highly suggest it. Pixar really knows what it's doing now. And always knows what kinds of heartstrings to yank on.

Friday it rained all fucking day so I didn't have work. I got annoyed with it, cuz I went to see Up in 3D and Nick decided to pay for the $14 diner bill, and since he paid for that he made me pay for the $25 3D movie. I was not amused. I went to Village Video in my town and visited my friend Stephanie, and bought Hamlet 2 for $5. I came home, bummed around, then Jon and I went to Nick's and drank. I didn't want to stay late, but Jon was having a good time being a computer geek. We got home around 12:30 (it felt like much later) and just passed out.

Saturday I got up, it was windy, and cloudy. I was not happy. It was supposed to be sunny! Jon and I had a date to go to Seaside after NJ Foreplay. And now it's cloudy? And cold? And windy? Ughhhh. I packed up my things, and we were off to get breakfast, then were on our way to Asbury Park. When we got there, it was the struggle of parking, but we found out we could park @ the Municipal Building for free, which was a huge plus. I hung around with Jon, he bought a $20 drink, then went to change. Soon it was time for the show! The sun started shining during Genn's opening act, which was fantastic. It soon got sunny and hot. So..perfect! The show went very well (and quickly) and soon, it was time for some Sonic! Angie came along with us, since she was having kind of a rough day. And the Sonic was kind of out of the way... but so worth it. Like seriously worth it. Mmm... We got to Seaside around fourish, found FREE PARKING (always fun to find @ the beach!) and we hit the boardwalk. We had a few drinks, played some games and rode our favorite ride, the Centrifuge. We stayed until 8, then went over to my house for drinking and Wii (and some True Blood!) then Angie passed out on the floor, so I guess that meant bedtime.

Sunday was a good, but long ass day. Jon and I had to be in Glen Gardner @ 10am to meet up with my dad for work. We got there and we were immediately put to work. My dad was catering a bicycle race and needed all the help he could get. It took us about 2 hours to set up, then I did a food run before everything got crazy... and it actually wasn't too crazy. We had spurts of busy stuff, then lulls for maybe 45 minutes at a time. We didn't get out until 7, and then I headed to Val's to meet up with her, Deb, and Leah to run Sailor Marmalade, which is going to look so fun and cute. :3

Busy busy week ahead, today I have to run some errands. I need a couple of feather boas, undergarments, etc, etc, gotta go to Val's so I can have her be awesome and improve my awful corset. This week is going to be so fun. Seriously. :D

I woke up this morning, and my room is freezing. And I don't have air conditioning. The windows were open and my entire basement is friggin cold. What the fuck? Today's June 1st... it's supposed to not be 48 in the morning any more.

It's going to get up to 70 today, which will be nice, then tomorrow 80, which will be nicer... then apparently it's going to rain on Wednesday and Thursday again. Can't it rain today and tomorrow and be nice Wednesday and Thursday? I can't have another week like last week... seriously. I have to pay for my one corset on ebay today and I have no money. I have to get my AnimeNext shit together, but it's tough because of the $ situation. My wig should come in the mail any day now. But I'm getting side tracked.

When is the weather going to be summer? Can it stop raining and being shitty so I can actually work? I'm working on Sunday (so that's good that the WEBS show is Saturday instead of Sunday).

I might just call Dad and see if I can possibly work tomorrow just in case it's shitty another day this week.

Upcoming Events to keep track of:

WEBS event in Asbury Park
One Night Stand June 9th (featuring the debut of HUNNIE!)
Brick City Burlesque June 11th
AnimeNext June 12th
Bailout June 20th
Strip Search NYC June 26th

Here we go...

What is with this weather? It makes me not want to leave the warm snug-ness of my bed. I woke up at 9:15 and the room is still dark as if it was 6am. And cold.

I need to work today, but at the same time, I really don't want to. No one wants to buy food and wait outside/sit outside when it's this miserable.

But money is money... I guess?

It's been very uneventful lately. Uneventful and lazy.

Spent Memorial Day with Val, Jimmy, and Deb. We watched live Action Sailor Moon and Repo, which was fun. I came home with a few nasty mosquito bites though. D:

Yesterday I went to Trenton with Jon so he could figure out where to go for something or other. Then he took me on my very first trip to South Street in Philadelphia. It was there I saw lots of beautiful stuff, and got my idea for Trash! this weekend, I'm going to be doing Michael Jackson's "Bad". I got a really awesome bikini set for it, too. We then went back to his house and we hung around, had a drink and watched Sarah Marshall. I just can't get enough of that movie.

Today was kinda meh. I woke up around 10, Jon made me a bagel (whenever I try to make them at his house I burn them with their crazy future toaster), then I called my dad to see if Georgie Porgie's would be open. It was cold, and dreary outside. He didn't answer his cell phone, so I tried the "Porge Phone", and he didn't answer there either. By the time I had packed up my stuff and ate, I was running late, so I flew out the door and rushed to work.... to see that the trailer wasn't there. He didn't open today and he failed to inform me. All I have to say is that I am happy I was at Jon's house, and not at home because that would have been an hour wasted. So I went back to Jon's, then we went to this random creepy antique store by him and wandered around. Then I went home and sat on the couch. The dreary weather just made me incredibly lazy. My mom and I got delicious dinner, then I just resumed my spot on my couch.

Tomorrow the bbq should be open. I really hope it is. Combined with Bailout being cancelled, buying costume yesterday, wig for AN, and no work today... money is getting a bit tight. *sigh*

Today... was a ridiculously busy one...

I opened up my eyes at 10am, and closed them again. I was too tired to get up. But then I realized-- holy crap! It's 10am. Have to be at work at 11! So I got up and rushed around, then went off to work. I got there on time (thank god) to two customers at the window (already!) so it was a good clue that it would be a very busy day. We got the place cleaned up and together and soon enough there were just massive amounts of people wanting their sandwiches and ribs. It got insanely busy from about 11:30 straight on until 1:15.

Last week, the air conditioner broke. It started blowing out hot air. So today, no air. So combine that with 2 microwaves constantly cooking, 2 refridgerators, 3 crock pots, and the outside of the trailer being black. It was about 95 degrees in there without exaggerating. We have the meat thermometers clipped to one of the shelves for easy access, so if we want an idea of the temperature in the trailer, we glance at that. After straight customer after customer, sandwich after sandwich, standing next to the microwave, I was getting incredibly hot. I chugged water, I made more sandwiches, I chugged more water, and I was even hotter. I couldn't cool down. The fan was blowing hot air around. I was getting light headed. I had to go outside. So I sat out in the shade, and I was incredibly light headed. Thank god for my dad's landlord/friend Dave, cuz he opened up the back of the trailer letting more air in... so that was a lot better.

I got home at 2:45, ran through a dance, then went out the door to meet up with Ellory so he could drive me into the city for my audition with Luvely Rae. I got to his house at 3:45, because I hit traffic getting into Morris Plains. I get to his house, and he tells me he has a headache and needs me to drive. If I was going to drive myself I would have saved the half hour getting to his house and just drove in alone. Or took the train. So off we went.

But because the audition itself was at 5:30 in midtown, we hit the inevitable traffic. We had to take the Holland instead of the Lincoln because there was a 10 minute wait as opposed to an hour wait... We were great until we actually got into Midtown... that's when the traffic clogged up again.

I found a fantastic parking space, then we sprinted to the Sage Theatre. I got there at 6. I was ridiculously late, and ran upstairs. Rae was nowhere to be found, apparently she had to run home to grab a forgotten costume piece. So I was crushed. By the time she got back she probably wouldn't be able to get my audition in. So I moped on the couch in the lobby, until about 6:45 when she came running in... and fit me in! I auditioned, and...

Nailed it.

I'm pretty confident that I got a spot in her dance troupe. So that is awesome. I then left the city, and brought Ellory home.

I just talked to Jon... he didn't get paid today... so doesn't look like we're gonna go out and do something tonight, which I was really hoping we'd do... since he hasn't had money all week and I still haven't seen Star Trek as opposed to the rest of the goddamn world.

I stayed over at Jon's after the last dance show on Thursday. I couldn't wait to get out of there. Honestly, no one will miss me, so why would I miss them? *shrug*

I went to work, and it was myself, my dad, my aunt, and my grandfather. Therefore: too many cooks in the kitchen. Literally. We can't say no to pop cuz he has nothing else to do during the day and yeah, he's pop... but he gets in the way more than anything else. I know I have said this before. But seriously. Especially when it gets crazy busy. And Aunt Deb is still a control freak. And my dad turns into a bastard when it gets busy. The AC is broken in the trailer, too, so it was about 85+ in there when it was 70 outside. I was also starving beyond belief, but every time I would sit down to eat another surge of customers would happen.

I left a little after 2:00, and met up with Ellory in Chester. My stomach hurt, and I was hot, tired, and exhausted. But we had to find one of those ridiculous magazines from the 40's that used to be porn but it's a bunch of random posed women in various situations wearing bikinis and lingerie (and found some TEASING BURLESQUE DANCERS FROM GAY PAREE... OH LALA!) then came home to watch some creepy children's beauty contests on tv. Which are always hilarious to watch. Full of "WHAT IS THIS MOTHER THINKING? THEY LOOK LIKE BABY PROSTITUTES!!!" Ran to Petco to get the rat some foods then came home to wait for Jon.

He was running really late so when he got here he jumped in my car and we were off to Genn's birthday!

We got to Veggie heaven around 8:15, found a parking spot right in front of the restaurant, and ran in. We asked where the back room was. They looked at me puzzled. I said we were here for a birthday party. They said they knew nothing about a birthday party. Uh oh.

We went outside, and I went on my mobile web to check the address of Veggie Heaven.

Bloomfield Ave in Denville. Denville. Denville?

I was in Montclair by the Bellevue. Awesome job, me. I called Genn and told her of my stupidity, and then headed up to where the party was really going to be. I put Veggie Heaven, Denville into the GPS and we were off. Only 20 minutes away. Good! So we were on our way and in no time we made it... to the Veggie Heaven in Parsippany that did not exist anymore. So we put in the physical address and were soon sitting at the table eating delicious food in fantastic company. About an hour and a half later. But we made it! And ate delicious noms! And sung happy birthday! And gave birthday hugs! And Jon serenaded Genn... and it was all good.

I'm glad we made it. Happy birthday again, Ms. Gennvieve!