And sometimes when you fall, you fly.

Tryptophaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.....

So Halloween happened...my plans for a Max costume seemed to be against the wishes of the Halloween Gods, as my every effort was painfully thwarted. But thanks to my dress-up box of leftover theatre costumes, I pulled together a pretty swanky 1920s glam get-up with my flapper dress (from the Gatsby dance senior year), my fur coat, some vintage make-up, and my old Cleopatra wig chopped into a fashionable bob. And of course, in true anti-prohibitionist style, I smuggled booze into the local speakeasy like the classy dame I am. It was simply the cat's pajamas.

In other news, I am basically out of money, and rapidly running out of room on my credit card to defer my student loans to. I feel like I've been given a few months before my death sentence....before I've exhausted all my monetary options, and I'm officially financially BONED for the rest of my life. I need another job, or a promotion, or a miracle. I'm in a constant state of either anxiety, or distraction. I'm sure this isn't healthy, but I have yet to come up with a solution.

I will now accept winning lottery tickets as tokens of your affection.

(Just posted this as a comment, actually, for someone else's LJ. But I felt the need to also say it here. I guess as a reminder to myself.)

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I'm not so sure we're always where we're supposed to be, but I think Life has a way of letting you know when you are. Personally, I think that's what déjà vu is. A tiny little flash of "this feels familiar because it's right. You're on track."

Like a thumbtack in a map.

I think being generally unhappy with where you are means you have to keep moving, and if that means literally moving, try it out. I know I'm itching to get out of Baltimore, and I even know where I want to be next. And as soon as a my bank account *magically* fills up, I'm bolting. And I'll wait for the déjà vu.



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....Now go see Where The Wild Things Are.

This Wednesday is passing seemingly slower than all Wednesdays before it. And so I've decided to write.

( (...an epic fucking journal entry.) )



Read Amanda Palmer's blog. This woman is an inspiration, and is revolutionizing the way the music industry works. She's doing it right.

"WHY I AM NOT AFRAID TO TAKE YOUR MONEY, BY AMANDA FUCKING PALMER"

and then,

"VIRTUAL CROWDSURFING", a follow-up, re: money, art & the economics of trust.


...Do it.

....Hello, LJ.

Gosh, this is awkward. Sometimes I forget you're here. These past couple years have really tempted me away from you, what with Facebook stealing virtually all attention from you...and most recently Twitter, making sentences longer than 140 characters a thing of the past.

I'm sorry, LJ. It's not you, it's me. I've changed, I know, and I've strayed from you. Please don't take it personally. It's not that I don't miss you, it's just that...well, I guess I needed something more. Facebook and I have had a strong relationship since college, we still see each other every day, and we just have so many friends in common that it's impossible to ignore. And Twitter-....*sigh*....Twitter is a new love, still in the honeymoon stages, I'm afraid, but I'm just having so much fun, I can hardly take my eyes off it. Believe me, it's not just you that's suffering from this....sometimes when I'm on Facebook, I'm thinking about being on Twitter. Sometimes I even recycle the same status updates from one to the other. (Please don't tell FB that, I'm not sure how it would take it.)

....I'm sorry, I just re-loaded my Twitter page in the middle of writing this, I can't help it, it's an addiction. Listen, virtually everyone I know has a Facebook, it's more logical than having email these days....and Twitter allows me seemingly personal access to some of my favorite writers/singers/artists/authors/etc....Things are just happening on a much grander scale these days, and you.....you're so very intimate. So very small. You only hold regular updates from a few of my friends these days, and I know of fewer still who appear to read and comment on my entries. It's just not as rewarding as it used to be. It's just not as fulfilling.

LJ, maybe I need to give you another chance. I don't even recognize the girl who started writing here some 7 odd years ago, but maybe you and I can start again. I mean I'm certainly not blogging anywhere else...Facebook notes are more for mindless surveys or show plugs, and Twitter barely lets me complete a grammatically correct thought. You always provided a solid diary-esque freedom to empty my thoughts and embellish them with the visual infliction of some simple html coding.

I can't pretend to know if this is going to work or not, LJ...I'm not making any promises. All I'm saying is that maybe I've been neglecting something good, and maybe I'm ready to give it another go. Who knows, maybe someone will read it, and smile, and comment along with a tiny icon of a thumbs-up, and it will move me deep inside on some level untouched for years now.

I'm not saying I'm sorry for what happened between us. It was only natural. I'm just saying I'm willing to see where this goes.

Your old friend,

~Ashleigh

Fun and magical subconscious tidbit:

Last night, in a dream, I was asked to take part in a show/play/artistic performance where a long line of women were each representing a point of time in history. I was asked to embody the 60s. I played a hand drum across the stage and sang "Give Peace A Chance".

Woke up this morning to discover it's Woodstock's 40th anniversary.



(Furthering my theory that I was, in fact, there.)



Peace & Love,
~A

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

:-D

Why do we ever stop flirting like this?

( Someone should ask me to the dance. )

Sometimes they look like these.




Polaroids coming soon.

He's a Mouse Deer. He likes to HIDE UNDERWATER for extended periods of time.

http://www.nature.org/magazine/spring2009/issues/art27311.html

He's also a talented swimmer!

http://www.wildlifeextra.com/go/news/mouse-deer629.html#cr

Move over, Platypus.

Ash: Rush Limbaugh just claimed Michael J. Fox is EXAGGERATING HIS PARKINSON'S DISEASE.

Adri: (*hysterical laughter at the ridiculosity*) What the fuck?!

Ash: He said "Ohh he's all FLAAAILING AROUND and SHAAAAKING ALL THE TIME, it's so clearly an ACT." .....Why would you say that?! That's like saying "Ohh Christopher Reeves was really HAMMING UP that paralyzation shit. Just GET UP, already." Why would you SAY that?!?! It's PARKINSON'S DISEASE. Leave Michael J. Fox alone!!

Adri: Poor Michael....I hope Rush dies in a fire ASAP.

Ash: I might set that fire. And then be like QUIT EXAGGERATING YOUR HORRENDOUSLY PAINFUL DEATH, YOU ASS CLOWN.

This is the best advertisement ever.

( Bombs away. )

Just found out that Obama's inauguration will be shown at the Senator Theatre on Tuesday morning!

The price is one item of non-perishable food. Otherwise free.

AWE.
SOME.


I had so much fun seeing The Dark Knight there, so we're definitely going. Doors open at 10am, so we're gonna get in line at about 8 and sit there, eeeever so warmly dressed, with some coffee and Dunkin Donuts.

What better way to view this shining moment in history than with 900 of my closest friends?!

Hello world.

Please click on the link below:

http://www.equalitymaryland.org/equalityrocks/index.htm

My brother Steve is hosting this kick-ass fundraising event for Equality Maryland. Wooo equal rights! It's going to have a cocktail hour with a silent auction, *OPEN BAR* and hors d'oeuvres, and a ton of live local music, including Goucher's very own Red Hot Blue! For all that (and for a great cause) tickets are only $40. For a fundraiser with so much awesome, that's a sexy ticket price. The event will be held by The Creative Alliance at the deliciously cool venue The Patterson theatre in Baltimore, on Saturday, January 31st.

Also, I'm stage managing :)

It would mean a lot if I had some friendly faces appear. It's gonna be mad cool.

(And Adri will need people to talk to while I'm running around like a nut and Steve is busy schmoozing with guests.)

There is a facebook event ("Equality Rocks!") that you may freely join and RSVP to, or you could just buy the tickets from that charming and well-mannered link above. Let me know if you have any questions!!! PLEASE COME!! :-D!

{/end plug}

The One Man Star Wars Trilogy show at Centerstage is amazing.

Go see it.

Even if you only minutely like the trilogy. It's hilarious and amazing and that poor man runs around like a nut and makes fun of Luke Skywalker for an hour.

DO IT.

So in watching "Anthony Bordain: No Reservations" (food network show where a snarky critic tastes food all over the world...love it) I learned some really upsetting shit about Laos and it really pissed me off, which I was not prepared for while watching the food network.

Apparently during the Vietnam war, we dropped a RIDICULOUS amount of bombs on Laos, who we were NEVER fighting, who had no business being involved in the war at all, total innocence, and yet they just happened to unfortunately be neighbors. When returning from some Vietnamese slaughter, American bombers were encouraged to just "get rid of their extras" over Laos.

WHAT THE FUCK.

So the reason all this was brought up was because there are still about 78 MILLION little bombs spread all over this country that are UN-EXPLODED, that are still killing about 100 people a year. People who weren't even alive during this war, let alone having fuckall to do with it, are dying because our country is a giant asshole. There is an establishment of people there who go around the countryside with metal detectors and little flags, finding these bombs so as to try to collect and detonate them all safely by hand. To clean up after our pointless, deadly mess. They've only saved themselves from one half of one percent of the amount that is out there. Over the course of the 30-40 years since the war THAT DIDN'T INVOLVE THEM ended.

It makes me sick.

Fuck anyone who glorifies war.



I really hope Obama can live up to all this hope the world has resting on his shoulders. I really, really do.

I have never laughed and cried so wonderfully in my life. I know it's almost midnight, but things haven't looked this sunny in ages.


Remember this.


PRESIDENT OBAMA.


I can't stop smiling.


:-)

It occured to me, in the midst of the Obama/McCain hullabaloo that there will be a ton of other things/people on this ballot that no one is talking about. And actually I've found it's remarkably harder to find much information about these other people running for smaller offices, but here's a teensy glimpse into some stuff that I found. Mind you, these are just a few small points that caught my eye and will inevitably sway my votes. Maybe yours.

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I'm gonna have so many of his babies.

Ambivalent, irresponsible parents who don't keep tabs on their loud, annoying, hyperactive children should be forced to pay for everything the little twerps touch.

Whether or not they break something.