Now, I'm not one to watch sports, with the exception of soccer or hockey. So I haven't really had any exposure to cheerleaders in the last several years (since I graduated highschool and was no longer in marching band) This is my question about cheerleaders now: How do they do all of their stunts and jumps in those uniforms? I remember the cheerleaders that I've seen wearing loose pleated skirts... but the cheerleaders of Iola U are wearing uniforms that I would find it hard to walk in, let alone jump around.... oh well... time to put in another movie so that I don't have to think about it anymore.

Its not that I want to live in clutter. Or that I am by nature really a sloppy person. I am not a neat freak either. So when it comes down to choosing between going out or cleaning my room, I'm going to go out. Thats the problem. I have been so busy going out, or posting on here, or working so much that I never unpacked from moving home. Whenever I needed something that was in a box, I would dig it out, not put everything away that was in the box. That was ok when I was sleeping/eating/studying in my parents living room. Now that I've moved back into my bedroom, however, its a problem. I've been working on it all day and it still looks like a whole bunch of packing boxes exploded. Could be that I've been doing the preliminary work of cleaning out dressers that haven't been looked at since I left home 4 years ago. I have NO idea why on earth I would have that many pairs of tights, I don't remember ever wearing that many skirts that I would need that. I don't know.

I don't want the show to end. But I never do. I get attatched to the cast and crew and even though with this group I'm pretty sure I'll see most of them around again, I don't want to take as much time as I'm going to have to away from them. And it'll never be the same dynamic between each different combination of people. The next show that I KNOW I'm doing won't start until late Febuary. Until then I'm going to have to be content with just working as a local crew for the touring shows... one piece of interesting news that goes with that is my boss gave my phone number and name to another local venue. They pay better, but the reason for that is purely the hazard. There's a lot of runnning around on catwalks HIGH above the floor... thats right, its an indoor arena. Maybe I'll get to work a hockey game... THAT would be cool.

I'm feeling just a bit squiffy. I've been awake and doing stuff for nearly 20 hours, and I don't eat nearly enough to keep that pace up. (I didn't know that until my dad made me start keeping a journal of what I eat when to figure out if I'm starving myself of if I'm diabetic.) I just got home from an impromptu cast party that was just really fun, educational too. Finally figured out someone was gay that I just couldn't guess about. yea, he's gay, I don't have to think about it anymore.

I don't really have a lot to say, I just really wanted to post the word squiffy.... I like it... even if I made it up and its not British like I thought.

Paranoia is kicking in. I have no idea where any of my chat buddies are tonight. Maybe I pissed them off.

My friend Critter totally knocked me off course last night by challenging the Target creed of "Guest Service." He doesn't think that if you have to pay for anything, you're a guest. I had Finally got myself to call them guests, at all times, until today... where I screwed up about 6 times, twice in one walkie communication to the store team lead. ACK! They're Guests... guests.... !!

OK. I have some issues with the age restrictions in this country. You're an "adult" when you turn 18. But only because you are now legally set free from your parents and can be charged as an adult for any crime you commit. Oh, and you can vote. whoohoo. They give you the privilidge of driving a car when you are 16... so you can control a large veghicle when your'e 16, but not flip a voting switch. K
You can fight and die for your country at 18, but you can't go to the bar and have a drink with your buddies til you're 21. So, you're an adult when you're 21.... NOPE! You can drink, drive, fight, die, vote....all at 21, but not rent a car! That you can't do until you're 24. OR you can, but you have to pay a whole lot more. Which makes a hell of a lot of sense. Because young people sure do have a lot more money than older people. GRR! I don't know if I can afford to rent a damn car for my trip to Houston.

Trainwreck, thy name is is late night tv. I realize I've been talking about television a lot lately, but when I don't have a lot to occupy my time, I watch tv. Obviously I have been really busy since tv is kind of scary right now.

Anyway. The worst of my generation is on latenight tv on the shows, Rendez-view (extremely funnythough), Blind Date, Change of Heart, and the worst of all... Street Smarts. Its like Jerry Springer, without the violence. And just like Springer, if you happen to turn it on, its nearly impossible to turn off.

Street Smarts is by far the worst. They go out and pick the people who look the most likely to be an idiot and ask them general trivial questions, then bet on which one is the most idiotic. But last night, they picked wrong. The girl looked like an idiot, bright blonde hair, big sunglasses, and a willingness to do almost anything to get on tv... but she's a math major. Not to say that she got everything right, but she was better than anyone else on there... and one of them was an ivy leager from Cornell. Ha.

YEA! I think I passed my art history exam. Although, I know I didn't ace it, because I have a major problem with memorizing dates... yea, I should have a problem with dates as I used to be a history minor... haha. Anyway. That was the only thing I really had a problem with. That and the professor told us that she would only test us on the slides she told us about in advance, and she make one of the biggest questions about a slide I hadn't seen before and just had to guess on. Oh well

I'm evil! I can't figure out what to do about this poor little guy that goes to school with me. He's really nice, and if he wasn't I could figure out what to do. He's got a bit of a crush and I'm just not interested. But I can't come out and tell him that because he's nice and he hasn't said anything about us going out. His friend told me that he liked me.... Which didn't help my feeling that this was straight out of the 9th grade. ... ACK! Takes me forever to get him off the phone when I'm trying to do something and he calls.

I guess until I get the courage, or the bitchines, to squash him, I'll just have to deal with having a human puppydog.

I just saw something rather disconcerting. I'm trying to study for my art history test tomarrow, so of course I have the tv on. And let me tell you, daytime tv on the major networks is freaky. There is a new (or new to me) show called The Other Side. It appears to be a take off on The View, with 4 men of varying ages... Danny Bonaduchi, Dick Clark, Dr Jan ?, and Mario from Saved By the Bell. They are showing women's life through the eyes of men. ... They were talking about hot bath's and loufa sponges... and its a double standard that I need to work on, but EWWW! I don't care how masculine a man might look, if he talks about how much he likes the lather from a loufa, he's going to freak me out.

Ok. I realize that my post yesterday might have sounded a little anti- afghani actions. Which, I'm not. I agree that something needs to be done. I wish that there was a way to get the Taliban out of power and Osama Bin Laden... um... dead with out having to bomb the heck out of people who have litte or nothing to begin with.

I don't doubt that the collateral damage that the Afghani government is going to claim is going to be nothing like the truth, or if it is, its because they corralled civilians into the training camps and militaty installations to up the numbers. Yea, I'm not cynical or anything.

I hate war. I think anyone normal does... but I felt really guilty yesterday for doing what theater practicioners have done for ages. The show went on, even though we had just declared an operation (not fully at war yet). I think alot of the cast and crew did too.

I don't get it. When I was 12 I passed for 17. No one thought that I was actually 12... which was fun, but I was sure I was going to hate myself for it when I got older. And now that I'm 22 people all think I'm 17... or actually today it was 16. I just don't get it.... not that I really mind, mostly I think its funny.... but it could explain why I can't get a date... everyone thinks I'm jail bait.

Operation Enduring Freedom. Hmmm. Well at least this time we have the support of most of the world and there aren't going to be as many official condemnations of our actions. And I don't doubt that this is necessary, but I don't have to like it. But thats what I get for being a pascifist.

Why do people assume that they're too good/ not good enough to be around someone with out really giving themselves a chance to get to know them?

Tonight was rough. The show was really good, but the aftermath was insane.
Someone broke into the dressing rooms and stole a bunch of stuff during the show. No one knows when it happened, but we do know how. They jumped up and pushed open a window in the mens dressing room and took off with a couple of wallets, a couple of purses and a watch. I didn't lose anything, but I felt so bad for the people in the cast... they felt so violated. Its such a happy upbeat show, people shouldn't take advantage of it.

Besides, we're theater people... any theif with any sense would know that no one would have all that much to steal.