Scott: "We didn't have mosh pits back then."
Chris: "No, you had bong pits."
Scott: "We did not have bong pits. We had WV vans for that."

Thanks to Jim, the extremely tired class ended up laughing hysterically at randomly-shouted Simpsons quotes during stretches (< silence> "My eyes! The goggles do nothing!"). Do you know how hard it is to laugh while you're stretched out between your own legs with your face on the floor? Class started out with us sitting outside the room for an hour before Scott showed up right on time, just when Cassandra was going "Five minute rule! We're gone!" We were all horribly tired, and so all we did was run through scenes. I did my second one, which was much better than my first. Not only did I impress the class with my ability to put on makeup without using a mirror, but when I pretended to poke myself in the eye with an eyeliner pencil, I seriously freaked people out. Go, me.

Last couple days have just been random. Spent Tuesday driving around Wheaton and Warrenville trying to find Pamela's mom's house, only to end up parked in some high school parking lot with dueling marching bands practicing on either side of me while I'm on the phone with Pamela working out our scene. Amazingly, I found my way home. Today was Halloween, where my dad had me and Nick cracking up hysterically while he dealt with trick-or-treaters and went on Python quoting sprees. Oh, and at work, I made friends with a spider. Beth's deathly afraid of them, and the guys in back, who keep the insects they find in the wood shipments, tease the hell out of her. Today they brought in a wolf spider in a Gatorade bottle that I for some reason thought was the coolest damn thing. I named him Wolfgang and was horribly disappointed that Beth threatened to flush him if I even thought about asking to keep him on my desk for the rest of the day.

Also, I'm pissed that I can't make my hair into a Huntress/Chloe hybrid, even if it looks that way when I leave the house.

I can't watch anything new anymore. New rule. I get addicted to freaking everything. Yep, I'm watching 24. This is not good, people.

"You haven't had your hair that short in 20 years."

I chopped the hair on impulse last night. I've never been able to deal with short hair on me. But dude. You know where my chin is? That's how long my hair is. I feel like Cordelia Chase, but flippier.

Finally managed to get around to watching the Birds of Prey episode I taped two weeks ago. Yep, there's nothing I can't get addicted to. I also spent the whole ep getting completely confused because Ashley Scott is so on my Never Gonna Happen Girlcrush list (which actually only consists of Angelina Jolie and Eliza Dushku), and I kept questioning whether I wanted to be her or hit on her. I finally decided I wanted to be her, simply for the Shemar Moore factor. I amused Nick, though.

Also, saw Halloween for the first time tonight! One more movie to check off my movie mutant outgrowth list!

I am never going back to that doctor again. I've been coughing really bad. This horrible dry, hacking cough that made me pull a shoulder muscle yesterday, and now I can't take a breath without my entire rib cage hurting. I finally go to the doctor, who I hate because he misdiagnosed me twice, and he doesn't listen to a word I say. He's starting a new sentence as I'm still talking. Plus, I don't put much faith in a doctor who says "probably" as much as he does. He tells me it hurts because I "probably" pulled a couple pectoral muscles coughing, and that it's "probably" just phlegm getting caught up in my chest, despite the fact that I'm not phlegmy. Basically, he diagnosed me with a cough. Tell me why I should go pay money for all these prescriptions he wrote me when even the fact that I freaking went to this guy was because I know something is wrong?

Then again, I guess it's my own fault, after the jaw thing. Wanna know what he did to piss me off with that? My first visit when I got sick was because I was dizzy and fell down. He told me it could be a brain tumor, or the start of MS. Two specialists- one of who told me it was just an inner ear infection and other who said "I don't know"- later I demanded a blood test because he didn't seem interested in finding out what was wrong, and when that came up negative he said it was "probably" just an inner ear infection. And people wonder why I hate doctors.

Rash? Is no more. No idea what caused it, but it lasted 24 hours, then went away. < shrug >

No, but instead I have a doctor's appointment for my cough, which actually had me going so bad I couldn't breathe for half an hour. Now, I hate my doctor, the misdiagnosing bastard. But given that our sales manager at work has freaking pneumonia, and I'm prone to bronchitis... Gah.

Okay, so October kind of sucks, too.

"You're loose."
"Only in the hips. Not that way, you sickos!"

"I love my gay son."

We had one exercise last night where we had to become an animal. Incredibly cheesy, and the only thing I could come up with was a cat, which was what all the other girls were. I couldn't get into it too much (though I did notice when I was crawling on the floor that my hands hurt, and then I noticed that I'd balled up my fists like paws and had been walking on them for who knows how long), and pretty much stayed to the side, but I didn't think I did too well. Yet I'm the one who gets a pat on the back and a "very good job" from Scott. I don't get it.

Beth and I are very tentatively okay. She's being all nice and normal to me, but she doesn't seem to mind that I'm guarding myself pretty good. I'm comfortable with where things were yesterday, when we could talk about work and work only, and weren't even at the "hello, goodbye" stage. Although she hasn't learned anything. She kept pushing a pissed-off Gretchen today, so Gretchen snapped on her, and Beth's all "Well, I didn't appreciate getting my desk pushed." Well, I'm sure Gretchen didn't appreciate your continued whining when she was begging you to stop, either.

Also. I am covered in a rash. No idea what caused it, and it's pretty much head to toe. It's not hives, it's not chicken pox (which I have had twice and have been told I can keep getting without having a full case- fun!), and anti-itch cream just doesn't freaking work. If this doesn't go away by tomorrow I think I'm actually going to have to go to the doctor, which I hate... < sigh >

There's this guy at work, Terry, who I discovered was a Scaper when I came back from ScaperCon and he spazzed, wanting to know if I dressed up and all about Scapespeare and what everyone was like. Today he came to me at the counter all pissed cuz he had only now gotten an opportunity to talk to me about Farscape's cancelation. We talked for a while and he told me that he was asking another Scaper in the warehouse about when Farscape was coming back from hiatus, and Bob's answer was "Ask Natalie." Terry gets this big grin on his face and goes "You're our resident expert on Farscape." Hee.

Now to grab something to eat, get my stuff together for class and run off to meet Pamela an hour early...

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So. In the last 24 hours of being sick (yes I did call off today), I have managed to get hooked on Stargate based on quotes and Daniel with his glasses off (Michael Shanks is SO my new lust bunny), and stumbled across Rogue Squadron slash. Life is good.

Since this morning, my father has been saying that the Smogmonster (Godzilla vs. the Smogmonster?) is his friend, and will help him reach the bill he accidentally threw on the couch. He has named the Smogmonster Jimmy.

Never wonder where Nick and I get it.

"There will be no stripping down in my department!"

Had to go to Best Buy today to get a new phone, since my Shamu phone doesn't work too well and my Sprint service sucks. So those of you who have my cell number, I will give you the new one as soon as I remember. Of course, I was there for forever and a day, but I got to spend all that time flirting with the cute but probably underage guy named Mike who was ringing me up. He was fun.

And I finally got my hands on Plumb. Good stuff, that.

Bless Oxygen and their La Femme Nikita reruns. Someone tell me this show is coming out on DVD. What other show could make playing with a person's hands hot?

Ever not realize you do something till you see or read a character doing the same thing? So I got a new Star Wars book the other day, which is where the goddess quote at the top of the page came from. This morning I'm reading (read: only reading the parts with characters I really like, and looking for shippy so I'm done with it in like two hours), and I get to this line about "one more relationship to maintain when she knew it was better to begin trimming those away." Which would ordinarily be nothing, except then I reread my post from last night. When I start to identify with characters, it's not supposed to be about the bad stuff! Especially when I have Aeryn for that.

So Beth is trying to talk to me again. She's taking me doing my job as being nice to her. No, I didn't enter that order for you as an apology, I entered it because you weren't there and it's my job to cover for you for those 45 minutes while you're on lunch. No, I didn't tell you John was ordering pizza because I was being nice, I told you because otherwise you'd be in the warehouse within five minutes telling the guys what a heartless bitch I am. By the end of the day she's trying to complain to me about how hot it is (meanwhile feverish, cold-ridden me is all "Turn up the freaking heat!"), she's trying to back me up on this private joke I've had going on with Eliseo the UPS guy... As I'm leaving, I said good night to Gretchen, and I hear Beth say cheerily "You too!" Bite me, bitch. You may not think about what you say when you're saying them, but there will come a time that you say them to the wrong person. I would be the wrong person.

She thinks I'm self-absorbed. No. I'm self-aware. There's a difference. Beth and I were friends, and I know I helped screw things up because I could have handled the Ozzfest debacle better. I take responsibility for my mistakes, my actions, and words. And why bother to work on fixing a friendship I don't want? I didn't trust Beth from the beginning (I've been screwed over at work before: Brandi, Judy, Vanessa and Alicia are all examples of this, and I learn), and I'm not going to be here in a year. Why is it so important to be friends with the people you work with? Beth's a damn gossip. I say something, two minutes later everyone knows it. For instance, she wasn't talking to me, but do you know how many times I had to listen to her tell people how her ex is supposedly stalking her? Nine. This is not an exaggeration. Anything I say or do makes it to everyone else, and I don't care. They can think what they want, I'm here to get paid so I can leave. She just can't stand that there's someone there that doesn't like her. Then she shouldn't have set me off by calling me a bitch then, huh?

That settles it. I just have to stop meeting people who are out to make my life miserable in one way or another. And where am I planning to move again...?

"You're not perfect."
"If I was, the rest of existence would be in a hell of a lot of trouble."

So. Beth's not speaking to me and I couldn't be happier. So here's what happened:
Yesterday she starts telling me how her friend Mandy is being harrassed by the ex she works with. Beth told her to tape him talking to her and show it to their boss. Now, as far as I've always known, this is illegal, and I warned Beth of that. She got all upset that as a feminist, I wasn't on board with this. I tried explaining that it wasn't a feminist issue (because I'd say the same thing if it was her guy friend being harrassed by his ex-girlfriend, therefore no gender issue involved), and finally said I didn't want to discuss it. Beth asks what's wrong with me, so I tell her I'm irritated and don't want to talk. Her response: "Then I won't even try to talk to you. I don't like to talk to bitches."

< zap >

I'm not a violent person. Yet my first instinct was to ram my fist so hard into her face that it would take reconstructive surgery to bring it back to normal. And I could have. Amazingly I managed to control myself, and didn't. But she won't talk to me now, which is a blessing. And she's acting five. She won't play my CD's at work, only hers. I dared to put in No Doubt while she was at lunch and she does this clicking thing, like she can't believe I would do such a thing. Whatever. She's nothing. It's a total jealousy thing with her. This stuff only really pops up when I've gone out with my friends for a weekend, or when I talk about them a lot. Plus I'm noticing that phrases I say a lot popped into her speech as of yesterday. She thinks I'm a bitchy self-centered know-it-all. Fine. I can show her what a bitch I can be. She's nothing. Let's see how she handles that.

And it's Thursday, so here's more about my class! Some quotes:
"I'm sleeping with your father."
"Are you having a good time?"
"The best!"

"I'm singing and dancing to Vanilla Ice."

"The pageant of human misery has a lot to do with familial sexual relations."

We had some great games, see above. Poor Eric, having to sing and dance to Ice Ice Baby thanks to Sean's suggestion. But it was really funny. We started out in the hall because Scott was late and there was no one to open the room. Did some games for about an hour and a half, then went on break. Where everyone left the room, went for snacks, to the bathroom, whatever, and returned to find that Scott had locked his keys in the room. Hence, "The cops are here, stop talking about drugs!" Yes, campus security had to be called for us. Hee. My scene sucked, but Scott likes me and is letting me do something else for next week. I've never been that bad an actress, but I knew I was going to bomb it, so it's okay. Then he tells us we have a scene to work out for two weeks from now, so pick your own scene partners. As soon as he said that, Pamela (the one who reminds me of Shaye) hits me on the arm and says "Hi, scene partner!" We're supposed to get together this weekend and figure it out. Yay. I swear to God, even on bad days, when I can't do well, when I'm not up for fun, this class is awesome.

I'm also really tempted to try out for the play Scott's directing. He keeps mentioning auditioning and then looks right at me. I could do it, as long as I get that one Monday off to go to Iowa. Other than that, let's go for it. As much as I love doing Scapespeare, I think I need to have something besides that on my resume...

Okay, thanks to Kathe I am completely addicted to Everwood. Any show where someone defends their virginity by referencing Elka from the Real World ("has less to do with religious reasons than the fact that my girlfriends won't") is good by me.

Amazing. I'm home five minutes. Five fucking minutes, and my mother has already decided she's going to spend the rest of the day and probably the beginning part of the week not speaking to me. How many more months do I have to be here?

"Evil is more asslike." -Kathe

PirateCon was very cool, and people should have quote lists in their inboxes before most of them get home. Finally got to see Goonies, and liked it, although I still say there's something a little weird about prepubescent boys going searching for One Eyed Willie's rich stuff. I want you guys back, dammit... =(

You know the one surefire way to drive me insane? Hiding something from me. Like the shoe saga at ScaperCon? That's a normal reaction for me when I misplace something.

That being said, what the hell did I do with my digital camera?!

Oh, and I have a habit of taking quizzes for things I know nothing about. (For instance, ending up as Rena (that was her name, right? Or something? Once I finish the neverending stream of Pratchett books, I can start on Laurel.)

Is this good?

I am savoring my day without Beth. I'm picking Kathe up from O'Hare in a few hours, so I just went ahead and took the whole day off. And I have the whole house to myself, which never happens, so I am very happy for it. Yaaaaaaay! Of course, it'd be a lot easier if I could get the muses to shut the hell up already, because I am not going to have them babbling at me all through DeStressCon. Damn muses. At least it's Jenavia who's talking. Good Jena.

Wheeeee, Scapers today!

"Acting is teaching you how to mindfuck yourself. It's all about believing your own bullshit."

Gotta love any teacher who will tell you the above. Acting class still rocks, and we're all talking about how much we've learned in three weeks. I love it. And Scott is so cool. He gets upset with me if I don't speak up in class. < g > He's one of those guys that you kind of just want to go and hang with after class. The entire class is like that, actually. We all kind of glomped onto each other. Somehow a little girl clique found me, which isn't a bad thing, especially for scene work. So it's me, Melody, Pamela and Maria hanging out in class. And dude, Pamela can't remind me any more of Shaye. Not in looks, but the smile and the voice are one and the same.

"I sewed a teddy bear once. It had a really big ass."

And for my Sean portion of my blog... Yes, the above quote is from him. Sean, Scott and I actually got into a conversation about how we can't knit. And this is why I like Sean, even though I shouldn't. Just when I think he's very typical (his improv was a bunch of guys sitting around drinking beer and watching football), I find out he's voluntarily taking a Shakespeare class. Or that he can actually sew. The story was that his girlfriend senior year of high school told him he couldn't sew, to prove her wrong, he made a teddy bear. And yeah, he threw it at her, but still. < g > This is the kind of guy I'm attracted to, dammit. I kind of wonder if he hasn't lost interest in me, though, which would be a first. I have this "come stalk me" personality, and lose interest after a little while, and I get the feeling that the tables turned on me. You see why this guy is driving me nuts?

Also, any X-Men comic with Kitty Pryde is going to automatically become one of my all-time favorites. Mekanix kicks ass.

Tom Welling's teeth scare me.

"Poor gay Spongebob."

At work today, Brett found a story on the front page of the freaking Wall Street Journal about how Spongebob Squarepants is supposed to be gay. Beth and Gretchen, the two Spongebob fans in the office (also, the token homophobes) freaked out at the very mention of this. To the point where their comments had me fighting every instinct I had to climb up on my soapbox. (Instead I just had to think "< zap >". See yesterday for explanation.) Amazingly, I've discovered that there are people who still don't realize that Bert and Ernie were shacking up. I brought up how Artoo and Threepio were bickering as a whole UST thing, and they looked like they were going to be sick. I swear to God, you haven't lived till you and several coworkers have debated the mechanics of sponge/starfish porn.


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Well... Get rid of the last sentence, maybe... Lost my spark for life? Hm...

Thank God Beth and I were getting along today, because I ended up having to dump half my work on her today. Around 4 I was sitting there screaming "Make it 2:00! It needs to be 2 again!" because I just had sooooo much. Insanity. When people started giving me more work, I was told that I would be an excellent bad guy because I could look the part. (Which works for me. I decided after reading too many Star Wars books that I want that Force lightning stuff, just so I can be all "< zap > And you're dead < zap > and you're dead..." It's not a good time to be on my bad side.) Oh, and I got hit on by a guy who looks like Jerry Krause.

On top of this, I'm slowly turning into my father. The other day I caught myself saying something that I know he said to me when I was younger, or it was exactly like something he would have said. I spent part of Saturday cleaning, but got sick of it and went through all the stuff Dad took out of the crawl space for me to go through. (Which was FREAKY. I found stuff from high school. God, I hated myself before the age of 20 or so...) He started going through what I left, sorting and organizing everything to put away or throw out. I go by later and see that he did the same thing I did, leaving it all there halfway. The difference is, I go back and finish, because he taught me to. Okay, fine, so for all my daddy issues, I'm really not too different. Strange part is, I don't think I suck anymore. Go figure.

What Farscape Character are you?

Can't say I'm horribly surprised...

I should be a saint. I figure every day that I come away from work having not forced sharp implements into Beth's eyes, I perform a miracle and therefore meet the requirements.

Beth and I had it out today. Now, I realize that I expect a lot of common sense out of people, and I'm in the wrong for it. But the whole morning she was complaining about how she has the worst luck, and finally I told her it had nothing to do with luck. If she's out of money, it's not because she has bad luck, it's because she's spending all her money on cigarettes, CD's, and Spongebob Squarepants stuff. So about an hour later she said something and I told her I'm "not that big an idiot." My exact words. She picks a fight, which basically ended in her saying I made it fun for her to come to work, and me telling her the feeling couldn't be any more mutual. We didn't talk for four hours, and it was such a gooooood four hours. I know she's waiting for me to apologize, but I have nothing to apologize for. Oh, and I also know that she probably went ahead and told everyone how I'm a cruel heartless bitch. Whatever. I spent most of work wishing so bad that I could just zap her with the power of my mind and make her go the hell away.

In other news.

"We don't need to be talky. This isn't Glengarry Glenross."
"I have no idea who those people are."

My acting class makes me happy. This is the first class I've ever been in where everyone who showed up at the first class showed up at the second. Everyone's still awesome, and the notebook I'm using for notes is quickly filling with quotes. See above and below.

Chris: "You could be a great Juggie."
Bianca: "Oh, great. My dream has been realized. That's all I ever wanted to hear."
Ryan: "Hey, they're talented. I couldn't jump on a trampoline. They should start winning some damn Emmys!"
Me: "The day a Juggie wins an Emmy is the day I slit my own throat."
Bianca: "Hey! I deserve my Emmy!"

Yeah, so that Sean guy? Total crush. Absolute and total crush. Gah, this doesn't help me right now.

Okay, Buffy kicked so much ass tonight.

As for Smallville... There's something horribly wrong with Bo Duke standing there while his son, um, practices his hormonal flame-throwing skills. But I like Chloe's hair.