Embarassing Admissions & Confessions
I loved working Broadway. It's LIVE. So much going on everywhere. Very fast paced and just an adrenaline rush with every show. And that's just from a Hair Girl backstage. I can only imagine the actual stage. I did get to be on stage, during a scene in Phantom. There were two of us hairdressers, two stagehands behind the headboard of a bed on the stage. When it went dark, with the bed and pieces and everyone moving everywhere. I did a 15 second wig change and then we all went off the stage behind the bed. It was exciting and nerve wracking all at the same time. And during the scene the actors and us stage crew could see each other and have our littlle back and forth jokes while the scene was going on. It was so fun and I miss it dearly.
Whatever Whore!
I know too well what that's like. Not being able to let your guard down. Or else they don't care anymore.
Not movies.
Stage acting.
That's not embarrassing. Stage acting is a rush. (Fuck television and movies; that's making a face for 15 seconds with a two-hour wait on either end.)
I guarantee you that there are small local community theatre groups in your area that need you right now.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I do have time now that the kids are all bigger, I'm not short on hobbies but could use one that involves leaving the house.
But yeah, the couple of plays I have been in were really amazing and having to be present of mind for a couple of hours and able to roll with it when cue was missed or line forgotten is exhilarating.
The time will come. Seize it when it does.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I've never not loved a 50 Cent song.
Hahahah Jess! I KNOW, RIGHT? Well, at least the old ones.
No, not gonna say it.
Let me serenade you.
Giiiiiiiiirlllll... it's easy to love me nowwwwwww...
Would you love me if I was downnnnn and outttttt...
Would you stillllll have loooove for meeeee...
Yeah, I loved that one.
I was referring to Just A Lil' Bit.
Yours is more romantic.
Well, what it was soundtrack to wasn't quite so.
21 Questions was my jam.
My jam was Eminem. And the pop girls.
As for embarrassing, in the seventh grade I had to bring my mother to school after the supervising teacher (we were on a camp) entered the room while I was dancing to Dirrty.
He was alright before Tupac shot him.
As for embarrassing, in the seventh grade I had to bring my mother to school after the supervising teacher (we were on a camp) entered the room while I was dancing to Dirrty.
Oh man. Where's Kevin?
No, not gonna say it.
What was the name of that album? Get Rich and Stop Trying?
Get Rich or Die Tryin'
LMAO
I made a parody thread about Fitty once.
Once.
You're not stuck in it forever. Just stay indoors and drink lots of water.
Ugh. So I transfered as a second year student to this new university and I had to enrol and choose my subjects without having any information about what I was choosing. I figured that's fine, I can just change them if I change my mind, because it was like that at my first university.
Well. So today we're having a talk about this year of uni and the head of department says something about sticking with modules and I said, 'We can't switch modules?' and she said, 'No, sorry, we don't like to do that. If ten people suddenly change their minds and want to do something else it's a great deal of work for the staff,' I was thinking yeah, is it like £9000 per person kind of work? Because I've fucking paid that and now I'm supposed to stick with these modules I hate??
Within a minute I was crying and crying and I couldn't stop. It felt like I had ruined my life and it felt really unfair and I was so pissed off. After 20 minutes when I was still crying the lady couldn't do enough to help me out, she already emailed the student registry and stuff. I'm embarrassed though guys. I got a bit overwhelmed, it was like a panic attack I think. I'm actually finding it really hard coming in as a second year student, I don't know how shit works or where anything is or what to do and I don't have the people in the situation as me.
I also had major public transport trouble today, too. I think I was teetering on the brink by the time I got there. Ugh. Anyway, I felt like getting this off my chest and I'm glad things are in motion to get my modules sorted out.
I hope you'll be able to change subjects, Amy. Feeling lost at a new university sucks.
Thanks Imke, I think it should be fine now but I think it's quite bad they tell paying students that they shouldn't change subjects. A lot of people might quietly swallow their disappointment and just do things they don't like. In a way I'm glad I cried so much! I've got 3 hours of classes today and then all afternoon to sort this out so hopefully by this evening I'll be all excited again 
Oh dear, I hope you do get to change your classes, Amii. Sounds like an emotional time.
EA&C:
Although I'm happy with the increased size of my funbags since having a baby, I'm not very pleased with the direction they've headed. South.
Amy, I hope everything works out for you. I know you got embarrassed, but it may have went in your favor. I don't understand though, if you are paying for your classes, why you can't switch them if you change your mind? I think things are going to work out though 
Whatever Whore!
May I say for all men that we are equally pleased. However I would have thought that, your being in New Zealand and all, they would be creeping more Northerly.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Thank you lovely ladies! It is all sorted now and I feel good about university again! It's not that they don't let people so much as they strongly discourage it and make it difficult, where as in my old university there was like a month grace period for changing classes and it was as simple as filling out a one page form! They said to me that the problem is classes will fill up but in my old university there was no such thing, they were prepared for every possible person who was eligible to take the course to show up to that class. So I had this added anxiety that my classes might be full here.
Anyway, was all bullshit from people who don't want to do extra work. They sent me a screen shot of my profile and the changes they'd made and it was as simple as unchecking some boxes and checking some others. I really need to stop falling for this kind of rubbish and feeling like I'm a burden because I'm not etc etc and I'm paying loads of money for my education etc etc
End of drama!
May I say for all men that we are equally pleased. However I would have thought that, your being in New Zealand and all, they would be creeping more Northerly.
I chuckled. Inwardly.
Anyway, was all bullshit from people who don't want to do extra work. They sent me a screen shot of my profile and the changes they'd made and it was as simple as unchecking some boxes and checking some others. I really need to stop falling for this kind of rubbish and feeling like I'm a burden because I'm not etc etc and I'm paying loads of money for my education etc etc
End of drama!
I'm glad that all got worked out. Some people are really petty and don't want to make any more effort than is absolutely necessary. Which, to them, is very little.
I have really horrible grammar and if it weren't for spell check I'd sound like Ironman.
Men should fart exactly 73 times a day.
Women should fart once, in their lives, on their deathbeds.
Women should fart once, in their lives, on their deathbeds.
I must be a man.
Anyway, my embarrassing admission for today is that I'm hanging out in Chick-fil-a.
Homophobe.
So?
Women should fart once, in their lives, on their deathbeds.
As they breathe their last breath, the let it loose, and deflate like an old balloon.
Exactly!
Its okay I too have horrible grammer and spelling. Always have no matter how hard I try. I can learn to spell a word hundreds of times, but always manage to spell it wrong. And I dont have any sort of spell check on my work box.
My farts have stopped smelling like garlic!
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Women should fart once, in their lives, on their deathbeds.
Dang, I posted this in the wrong thread. It makes no sense here!
Everyday a little trickle of baby puke always seems to make it's way down my cleavage.
the joys of mother hood.
I had a giant lump of hot falafel smothered in scalding sauce fall out of the tortilla and straight down my shirt today.
It wasn't pleasant.
I wanted to say straight down "the popcorn place".
My grandma is a rather busty woman and she would always say that popcorn would fall down her cleavage and be a hassle to find every time she ate it. It's a family joke, most the members of my family refer to cleavage as "the popcorn place" but only in reference to food or other items falling down there, ( but not in reference to anything else that has to do with cleavage) if someone shot a rubber band across the room and it went right down ones shirt, then it went to the popcorn place.
My family is kind of weird.
I don't catalog everything I read on Goodreads because there are some things I don't want everyone I'm connected to there to see. Like how many Edward Lee books I've read....that whole twisted and sick genre, actually. It would really disturb some of my family members and friends.
My brother sent me a video of my niece on a baby swing. One second I'm smiling, the next I'm crying.
I had to explain to my mother why I was sobbing incontrollably a few minutes ago, when she knows fully well I haven't shown the least emotion for my autistic cousin or when my grandfather died. Let's just say she didn't take it well.
It's fucking tiring, I'm telling you.
Indeed. I get exhausted after about 15 minutes. It gets to where is actually starts to suck a bit because you are no longer in control of your body AT ALL. I really can't imagine it's all that sexy to be convulsing with your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drooling. I imagine I look like the chick in The Exorcist after a while. I really hate not being able to breathe.
It's definitely not what I thought it would be like. I'm not complaining, mind you. It's much better than being frigid.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
I can't read bra sizes lol.
It's fucking tiring, I'm telling you.
Indeed. I get exhausted after about 15 minutes. It gets to where is actually starts to suck a bit because you are no longer in control of your body AT ALL. I really can't imagine it's all that sexy to be convulsing with your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drooling. I imagine I look like the chick in The Exorcist after a while. I really hate not being able to breathe.
It's definitely not what I thought it would be like. I'm not complaining, mind you. It's much better than being frigid.
Much better. Yes. ^5.
I wanted to be an actress.
Not movies.
Stage acting.