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Jun. 16th, 2003 10:48 amI am covered in bug bites, which are from a number of different of species of bugs as far as I can tell. I'm tan, which I hate. And tired as hell. I don't have to be in until two today.
Jewel is, for the record, shorter than you think and comes with an entourage, but they're pretty quiet, just people in sunglasses ghosting about in the dark.
And while Romeo and Juliet is, in all it's forms, ubiquitous, imagine my amusement when I checked the run schedule and saw the film montage dedicated to it, under the name of Star Crossed Lovers. Oddly, I got all teary watching it in rehearsal the other day (I'm a sucker for film montages and with the live music at sunset, it just punched me in the gut).
I think someone I know from a BBS from days past is working on the sound crew, but it's one of those mysteries I've not yet sorted out and am not entirely sure I want to. The matter flashed me back to a lot of things from that time and the way I was perceived, as this appalling vain, and self-centered and intellectually weak little girl, and while I was appalling, because everyone is appalling at twenty, especially in retrospect, it still irritates me, mainly because I find nothing terribly odd of making a science of myself. And I never will, to the point that while I understand why it's off-putting to others, I'll never really grasp the terror and maliciousness it often seems to inspire.
Yesterday, as the PAs sat around eating pizza, someone went around and started assigning us all celebrity last names to go with our first names (e.g., PA Lisa became Lisa Bonnet) and then they get to me. And I smiled. "You can be... you can be...."
"I'm Racheline Maltese," I said.
"Yes, yes, but the game. You could be...."
"No," I said, trying not to laugh, utterly amused with this turn of events. "I am Racheline Maltese."
Flustered, for a moment, the ring-leader in this responded, "I think all of us should be Lisa Bonnet!"
Yes, well.
Jewel is, for the record, shorter than you think and comes with an entourage, but they're pretty quiet, just people in sunglasses ghosting about in the dark.
And while Romeo and Juliet is, in all it's forms, ubiquitous, imagine my amusement when I checked the run schedule and saw the film montage dedicated to it, under the name of Star Crossed Lovers. Oddly, I got all teary watching it in rehearsal the other day (I'm a sucker for film montages and with the live music at sunset, it just punched me in the gut).
I think someone I know from a BBS from days past is working on the sound crew, but it's one of those mysteries I've not yet sorted out and am not entirely sure I want to. The matter flashed me back to a lot of things from that time and the way I was perceived, as this appalling vain, and self-centered and intellectually weak little girl, and while I was appalling, because everyone is appalling at twenty, especially in retrospect, it still irritates me, mainly because I find nothing terribly odd of making a science of myself. And I never will, to the point that while I understand why it's off-putting to others, I'll never really grasp the terror and maliciousness it often seems to inspire.
Yesterday, as the PAs sat around eating pizza, someone went around and started assigning us all celebrity last names to go with our first names (e.g., PA Lisa became Lisa Bonnet) and then they get to me. And I smiled. "You can be... you can be...."
"I'm Racheline Maltese," I said.
"Yes, yes, but the game. You could be...."
"No," I said, trying not to laugh, utterly amused with this turn of events. "I am Racheline Maltese."
Flustered, for a moment, the ring-leader in this responded, "I think all of us should be Lisa Bonnet!"
Yes, well.
