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Holy god...What? Its 8 o'clock and youre not breaking your back putting up a double decker ship? Candice...WHATS WRONG?
Haha no workday this weekend. I couldnt be more pleased.
Oh yes! This entry had a point. I am actually quitting live journal. (The comment feature is just too...iffy for me ;P) But I am going to listen to Jesse and get a blog from Diaryland. I dont know, usually I go through a pase of religiously writing in my journals, then through one where its all uncomfortable and I write artificial things in several different journals. (Dont even look at my GJ stuff) But..I miss writing so fucking often.
Anyway; http://hum-along.diaryland.com THE NEW HOME OF CANDICE AWR.
Does anybody know how the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along?
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash!
I have been listening to NOTHING but Stone Temple Pilots, Muse and the Cure for the past month. Couldn't be happier about that. Mwah!
Now; as a FINAL note; Everyone Download Big Bang Baby by Stone temple Pilots or I'll NEVER talk to you again. Swear it.
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[03 Mar 2004|04:28pm] |
Dragonsinferno19: Harry:*stabs a wooden stake through lestat's heart*
Worst. Cross-over. Ever.
Dragonsinferno19: Harry: why the fuck wont you die...Fucker.
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| The end :( |
[29 Feb 2004|12:25am] |
Tonight marks the end of Ten little Indians. Honestly one of the best play's I've been apart of. And I believe I will bawl like a child at strike tomorrow. This cast was so close it hurt. We had five new members, Matt. Jorge, Katie, Ashley-- Who happens to be deaf, so naturally I have to include Connie, -- the interpreter who refuses to work at workdays. ♥ Love you. I have never, ever been more proud.
On a more personal note-- with the end of the show, and its many endings, we had our cast party at Lyons, and they forgot to virgin my daiquiri so I have a terrible stomach ache. I don't think they bothered on Cynthia's either. Rude.
Anyway, Sadly we've already started roling on the next play, the MUSICAL :D! We're doing Anything Goes. YAY MULTI LEVELED SET! WHEEE. Its a ship. How the fuck? I mean, for 'any number can die' I almost had a heart attack when I saw what they planed to do with the disco ball lift but how are we going to set up a damn multi-leveled ship...and not have it fall down? Pish. Anyway, I'm being 'considered' for a rather large role. Lets hope Candice doesnt wet herself, hm?
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[08 Feb 2004|09:12pm] |
GAHH DAMN IT! THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD!
:o and wtf does christian agulawhatever think shes doing? Oh no. I WILL Not have that bitch go burlesque. >.> Bitch. GOD DAMN BITCHES. GIVE ME MY FOTHER MUCKING FOOFIGHTERS.....AHHHHH
Translation: I am watching the Grammys. I get into it. Alot. Fuckers.
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[08 Feb 2004|04:33am] |
Its four am. Ive been listening to Rod Stewart's Do you think I'm sexy for the past hour, pretending I'm Marilyn Manson as I sip chi-blackberry tea.
Maybe its the time or maybe its the chi! But I'm feeling kinda crazy! x) Haha
You know, its the simple things in life. x)
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[05 Feb 2004|08:54pm] |
I bought myself shoes and a phone to make myself feel better about monkey. I'm taking it pretty hard xD
(209) 610 1968 :o
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| Its better than a sex scene. |
[04 Feb 2004|07:29pm] |
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Monkey died. I hate everything.I'm asexual. I'm jealous of Monkey. I'm going out tonight. I dont ever, ever want to come home. I dont want reality. I quit.
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[04 Feb 2004|01:12am] |
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There was over a thousand people at the performance tonight. It was so funny, you had all the house people staring at awe as we removed the ropes on the first row. Jaws dropped as we brought in chairs from the band room. We made over 36 thousand dollars- Dinner tickets combined. Wow....No.
Big>FUCKING WOW</big> I have never..EVER seen a house so packed. And the show was GREAT. No fuck ups. Only one really, the plaster fell from a set piece for the dwarfs house. No harm, no foul.
Speaking, I actually WENT to the cast party. We went to Lyons and it took an hour and a half for me to get my fucking food. Thats all right. Minus all the stupid "Where are we going" drama I enjoyed myself. And Heather, Jenny, and myself..Really can devour Fries and ranch like NOBODYS BUSINESS! Yes we can!
Now I have to be awake in three hours to go to Sac for the day :O! I dont get to go to strike. Sadface.
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[28 Jan 2004|10:50pm] |
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God damn it.
Fucked up shit has happened, is happening, will happen and I dont want the crap in my new journal, so it gets piled here.
RickyD and Auge have started up again. RickyD keeps telling me about "What went wrong" So at any given moment you can find me acting like I give a fuck while mindlessly trying to connect the dots with the pimples on his cheek. I am just so so sick of this. And Auge saw us talking and he came up to me, "Candice, is it bad?" meaning you know..whats going to happen. Meaning shit like this always happens, it always blows up. The whole deal is about how RickyD and Auge were so close..Ricky thinks its his fault, that Auge got scared about it being..you know more than friends? Auge just doesnt want to be brought down by Ricky's 'depression' and the whole passing out for attention thing, or walking off into the night alone after every show. God damn how did I get in charge of this? I understand whats wrong between this whole situation. And I want to remain supportive, but my brain tones out and its like. HAHAHA SHINEY THINGS!
In other news, I'm so sick of this cast I want to..Kill them all. Mhm. Normally, theres about 8 people who stay after school instead of going home for the two hours. All shit broke out today. Running screaming, non-drama people, Bryan fucking with everyone. I really, really hate to say this, but I'm coming home. I cant poliece them, Ive got too much to do and worst of all I'm getting sick. My head is shit and my nose is stuck all tight and I caught Rick and Mary cuddling in the alcove and told rick he was a fucking dumbass and I didnt have time to deal with him. HAHA this is the second time this has happened with. Never date musicians x) Sadly my mood is getting darker too, and theres more talk of me heading the secret factions forming in our school. I want to create a FARC but you know..where will we get the guns? Oh yeeeaaah x)
Some kid brought a gun to school today. They caught him at lunch, escorted him off campus. No lockdown, no word. Nothing. FUNNY!
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[22 Jan 2004|03:57pm] |
Happy St. Bernards Day!
Look at me! I'm not doing homework and I'm not ordering songs! Baaad me. I'm also putting off talking to alot of people to play with Mister Manson. WHISTLE. God, its like an addiction, I come online to take care of a few stupid emails and end up being a comment whore. I feel really guilty playing at this rp when I have others waiting and needing more attention. Like solemnly swear. But I'm still not finished being pissed off at the people there. INCLUDING ITS LEADER. Mhm. Thats right. I havent got to yell at you for that 'skinned hufflepuff' thing.
Gr. Heather just reminded me. She's into placebo now. Which means Tony will be into them, which means Jenny will be into them. I hate that so fucking much. I wish I'd never burned her a mix. When you've liked a band for a while, and suddenly everyone around you is liking them, or like..even a genre of music (SHE ASKED ME ABOUT DAVID BOWE TODAY. I went through a bad... I mean BAAAD Bowe phase. x( I will show you the pictures of me as Ziggy Stardust. Psh.) I'm just territorial, and it feels like shes taking alittle piece of me. Lovely to share something with her, but shes..Bastardizing it? And I didnt even like Placebo as bad as do now say...8th and 9th grade. I dont know, they feel used now. Like a trend I'm sick of, and I hate when music gets like that. In short. I hate Placebo Screw it all.
Yes the shows tonight, and I dont care. I'm just too busy being angry about
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[21 Jan 2004|10:18pm] |
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Tomorrows opening. !!!!
Pish. I got this. All I need to do is find "for-boat-ing music" x) Haha Terry. And something to play during set changes! BOUNCE!
Okay, I am trying SO hard not to just ..start spitting and cussing.
Oh what the hell. x)
( Read more... )
I noticed, that theres lines to fall asleep with me. As per tradition, I sleep in the alcove from 2-4. Yesterday, Wendy curled up with me, then Bryan did. Today, Sakholm and I napped at opposit sides while Auge sat infront and read. Auge left, and I wake up..and Bryan's there. Fall asleep, and Holly's there. Look over Holly and Samantha is waiting. I shift positions...Holly leaves for food...I wake up to find Samantha...then Andrew. WHAT THE FUCK. Its entirely too trippy for words, really. Theres another alcove. The other one smells better too. I hate people. I'm tired.
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[20 Jan 2004|10:25pm] |
Venting. Drama's Drama.
First, the biggest issue.
Feat.- Kendra, Mary, Sakholm, Entire cast/crew/assorted others.
Situation- Theres a tradition for seniors to do closing night of any play. Sakholm and Mary are both cast as Cinderella. Meaning Mary does it three nights, Sakholm does it three nights. Sakholm is a senior. Mary bitched and whined and ended up getting closing, which is also grad night- ie. our most popular night. Sakholm runs off crying.
Kendra thought this was unfair. Kendra called Mary a "Selfish Bitch". Mary runs off crying.
Mary runs crying to the teachers in the show. The teachers take Mary's side and try to trip kendra as she goes on stage. The Tech crew sides with Kendra and Sakholm. Teachers end up saying 75% of their lines in the dark. Tech crew calls it technical difficulties. Sound crew giggles.
Mrs Judy pissed off.
Sakholm was kidnapped before tonight's show. She was told she wasnt needed. Mary did it. Spots and Sound collaborated to make Mary look wrong in every thing she did..
I am so fucking sick of this.
ANGELA Still want to talk to you about everything, but seeing as how your classes have started...? I think we'll see eachother...Sunday...No. Sat. If you wanted to do some Ryan/Daniel...(And no I havent even written a new years post. No time, but I think we should continue...?] AND catching up and crap. I want to hear more about cows *WHISTLE*
( Made me :O )
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| This is evolution |
[18 Jan 2004|04:37pm] |
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Angela, you officially have twenty minuets to get on line before I HATE YOU FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER!
And Ryan misses Daniel x(! He keeps getting hit on by Marilyn Manson and it scares him. >.>; You see, Mister Manson thinks hes fluffy, and tries to cuddle him at night.
Xo Sorry, I came home for a couple hours to nap, and accidently left a concert DVD on, So Ryan suffered.
AND I REALLY dont want to talk to you in comments anymore. SO GET ON GODDAMNIT.
oooohhh. Sweet Dreams x)
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[16 Jan 2004|05:32pm] |
I QUIT!
I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!I QUIT!
SCREW THIS, I quit. No more FUCK YOU, and you and you and YOU! JUST FUCK YOU I DONT WANT TO DO THIS SHIT. GGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
.....I dont think I've ever been this frustrated in my life. And I feel awful about it, I yelled at Samantha, and Ricky x( And Welmond! Mm, and Rick, but he took it like a man ;). And alright it wasnt yelling...But the looks of :O they gave me says my expression was pretty powerful.
Mkay, and I HATE Pop ups. I'm positive somethings installed in my computer now. gerrrr.
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Quick update.
Took a 600 point final today that can either make, or break my Math Grade. Quit French. It was really hard, because I like french, alot. Not as hard as quitting band, but its still tender. Pish. I feel pathetic for caring so much. Fucking teachers. I now TA for the Health office. I deliver "Send" slips, then read for two hours. Its LIKE if I spent the period ditching by walking around...but now I get credit for it. Spiffy.
Dramas going awfully. It officially stopped being fun. Seriously. It really breaks down your resolve when you hear your producer/teacher/mentor/HERO!/God shaking her head and mumbling "I bet if I retired this year I'd get the same amount of money as if I did it next year..Maybe thats what my horoscope meant."
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I'm beat. Its hard to sit up. ;( I accidently fell asleep at 9 last night without studying for my psychology or math final (BLESS YOU MR. CONTRARAS for not giving us a final today...I might have died. Hes so sweet. He gave us a half hour to study in his class because we seemed to be so frantic. <3) So I had to get up at 3am to finish x( You know, I wonder why I'm talking about it instead of sleeping. Pish. Still have to do a play report. (Not hard when youre in so many x) )
Mums talking about taking a new job in.. Something Hill. Its like...168 miles away, at least, and it would be one of those jobs where she'd Stay there all week and only come home on the weekends. Its a GOOD thing because I cant stand her...But hey..about to cry, I dont think I could be left alone that long without any comfort or RIDE HOME FROM DRAMA. KTHAX. Pard me, but ' You best be crazy if you thinken I be walken home at 8 at night. Ohhhh no.Candice don't play that shit.'
Thats the only real downfall. Mhm. Besides getting killed/burned alive/dying of starvation/ temp. insanity/ living in own filth. You know. Trivial things like that.
Bed. :O!
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[11 Jan 2004|06:45pm] |
Oh You..you fucking little YOURE NOT ALLOWED TO WEAR A FOO FIGHTERS SHIRT. YOU CANT LIKE WHAT I LIKE! YYou son of a ...God damn...little...CANADIA FUCKERS! IM SENDING ALL YOUR ASSES TO FUCKING CANADA. You're going to live in the fucking snow, fighting ......BEAVERS for your dinner!! And you know what...I'm going to strip the whole lot of you down...and give ALL 5 of you ONE FUCKING FOO FIGHTERSHIRT TO WEAR. YEAH, THEN YOU'LL LEARN WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE A FAN! FREEZE YOUR GODDAMN SCROTUMS OFF YOU DAMN...Damn...Sigh. Fuckers. ):
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[11 Jan 2004|01:03am] |
Hiii..I'm Candi. I want to feel your tuckus.
Why is any variation of my name automatically a phone sex name? HM? HM!??
Alright, busy busy week.
I'm leaving home at about 6am in the morning to do quick set work in the morning, and leaving school at about 8pm every night. I've been getting home around 9, slugging with homework for about an hour before I die. My nails are caked with blues and yellows and greens and reds, and pinks and blacks, and another assortment of colors that don't come off between coats. I've been sick on the rotted pain fumes too many times to count, I've sanded, spattered, jigsaw-ed, stapled my flesh. I've slipped on wet paint, fallen in plaster and been smacked by countless first year's boards because they don't know how to tear on the "big" saw. I've washed upwards of 15 brushes an hour because NO ONE WILL WASH THEM OUT GODDAMN IT. And worst of all. I've put up with Brian's music. He plays Creed just to annoy me. I know it. I KNOW IT.
This has gone on for a week and a half? I think. More? almost? Anyway, we are horribly understaffed to get this set up in two weeks. And what isnt taken up by building time is franticly getting everything else ready. Kendra and I aren't sure who has it worse. She's assistant choreographer, and I'm the music bitch. There are 40+ songs we're using..more? almost? and they're all on different cd's. At any given moment you can find me crying over a pile of cases because I can't find "Could this be magic?" I've had nightmares about changing songs, and orders and times and dances and KLHDKLHJKLHKDJhd.
I'm physically spent, beaten, and whining,
But I dont think I'd trade it for the world.
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