Lola

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-24T21:48:00

2005-06-25T01:51:27Z

For my final post, I am going to post the most fitting poem I can find. I originally found it in a beautifully written story by my friend _wanderingchild, aka Mary. I think you should read it all, but I've bolded the important parts.

Goodnight, Demon Slayer Lyrics
by Voltaire

There’s a monster that lives ‘neath your bed
Oh for crying out loud it’s a futon on the floor
He must be flat as a board

There’s a creature that lurks behind the door
Though I’ve checked there 15 times
When I leave then he arrives
Every night

Tell the monster that lives ‘neath your bed
To go somewhere else instead
Or you’ll kick him in the head

Tell the creature that lurks behind the door
If he knows what’s good he won’t come here anymore
Cause you’ll kick in his butt at the count of four

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now its time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight

Tell the monster that eats children, that you taste bad
And you’re sure you’d be the worst that he’s ever had
If he eats you, don’t fret, just cut him open with an axe
Don’t regret it, he deserved it, he’s a cad

Tell the harpies that land on your bed post
That at the count of five you’ll roast them alive
Tell the devil its time you gave him his due
He should go back to hell, he should shake in his shoes
Cause the mightiest, scariest, creature is you

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now its time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight

I won’t tell you, there’s nothing ‘neath your bed
I won’t tell you, that it’s all in your head
This world of ours is not as it seems
The monsters are real but not in your dreams
Learn what you can from the beasts you defeat,
you’ll need it for some of the people you meet

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now its time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight

Goodnight, my gentle readers. I now end my lj tracking the summer from hell.

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-24T21:26:00

2005-06-25T01:44:37Z

Holly was the boss from HELL!

I am home now, after a hell of a night. Last night at dinner, Holly found out I was leaving the next day. She literally stole the food from my plate and told me to get out. Luckily, I was already packed up and ready to go. Miss Charlotte arranged for me to spend the night in a hotel. I slept the night alone. It was scary. I had a smoking room, so I pretended to be a chimney. I showered in my own bathroom! With no old ladies in sight! In the morning, Miss Charlotte drove me to Lexington and I headed home.

The thing that kills me is this: Holly told me I was being immature and unprofessional. I'm sorry, but it's unprofessional as shit to call your employee a candy ass. Yes, she said that. And it's immature to steal the food from someone's plate.

I intend to file a formal complaint with the health inspector.

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-23T16:42:00

2005-06-23T20:43:52Z

I AM COMING HOME TOMORROW!!!

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-22T00:31:00

2005-06-22T04:33:09Z

George died. It was Amy'a fault. Now I have no friends here. All I have is a dead spider. At least he was given a proper burial.

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-20T15:16:00

2005-06-20T19:18:26Z

Well, I have finally gotten around to taking pictures of this hell I call home.

This is my desk, where I design and cut gels. Note that the gel sheets are there and not in gel frames because THEY DO NOT HAVE GEL FRAMES! We need about 10 7” gel frames.

This is my room. I didn’t lie when I said it was tiny, now did I? Yeah, it’s a mess, but it’s so small I can’t really do anything about that.

This is the spider that lives in my room. He never moves, he just hangs out with me. Pretty soon, I’m sure I’ll start talking to him to pass the time. I have named him George.

This is my HIDEOUS carpet. Can anyone say the 1970s are OVER!?

This is the view from my window. TREES! Think we’ll ever have them in Florida?

This is my view from right in front of my room.

This is what I see when I look right out of my doorway. More rooms!

That’s the girl’s side. I’m on the boy’s side because I am a giant slut. Just kidding, it’s because Nick’s room is right next to mine.

Let’s move on to the booth.

It’s about half the size of my room.

TINY TINY BOOTH!

I personally got to plug all of those cords in.

Dimmer racks.

You have to turn that wheel to turn on the House Lights. It’s a PAIN IN THE ASS!

To show how cheap they are, I took this picture. This is a light bulb painted blue. They couldn’t have paid for a blue light bulb, they had to buy paint and paint it blue.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is their TEN THOUSAND DOLLAR console. Pathetic, isn’t it? The worst part is when I have to fade out and bring the house lights up at the same time.

And THIS is my absolute favorite thing. Robby literally left this note for me. I highlighted the best part. Gee, Robby, it’s not like I focus lights for a living or anything. Even now that he is in Russia, that man is the very bane of my existence. I miss Eissey.

Let’s move on to the playhouse itself. Come, children, come.

Ooooh, ahhhh, pretty. Let’s take a closer look, since you most likely missed my complaint.

THAT is how they hang fixtures. I personally had to climb up this rickety old extension ladder. It was like climbing a Jacob’s ladder at a medieval festival. It sucked.

Here at the playhouse, we have a bit of a bug problem.

As House Manager, it is my job to sweep away the spider weds in the plants so the patrons don’t see how much of a dump this place really is.

Nick’s beautiful set. Considering all the crap he had to work with, he did a great job.

And now, I will show you the crap we had to work with. On to backstage!

THIS is their idea of wrapping up a cord. I’ve spent so much time wrapping that cord up, and the next day it’s crap again. I gave up.

Their idea of organization backstage. Nick and I had to dig through that to find usable flats for the sets. NIGHTMARE CITY!

Elisa’s beautiful prop table.

The paint room. They consider this to be clean.

That wood is as old and crappy as it looks. And yet, we have to work with it daily.

The Greek Theatre. I think it could be really nice if it wasn’t in such a state of disrepair.

And for our last picture, this is the barn. This is where the kittens live. I intend to catch one and bring it home with me.

THE END

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-19T15:50:00

2005-06-19T19:51:03Z

Bare: A Pop Opera

http://s40.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3EZ665DRBDGZH1P2DCWZUIUNA6

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-19T15:21:00

2005-06-19T19:21:57Z

I just wrote this song for someone I can't get my mind off of. When I get home, I'll put some music to it.

Quiet reflection
Sitting alone in my room
Thinking about what passed with us
Wondering if I’ll see you soon

Where did we go wrong?
How did we get this far?
I wish we could just fly away
Away to some forgotten star

CHORUS:
Whatever happens will happen
I simply cannot wait for you
I want you for now and always
But I will not wait for you

Quiet reflection
Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh
Quiet reflection

I miss the spring days
We were free from pain
Then somehow everything changed
And now I am alone

Now I can’t even touch you
You won’t let me in
You want to forget me
I want to forget this is the end

CHORUS

Never thought my scars would end us
Never thought we’d lose this fight
Now I guess some things must die
Now I know this is goodbye

CHORUS x2

Quiet reflection
Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh
Quiet reflection

Some Inspiration from Broadway

2005-06-17T18:45:13Z

A new world -
This one thing I want
To ask of you, world -
Once! - Before it's time
To say adieu, world!
One sweet chance to
Prove the cynics wrong!

I really hate this job
Please, God, I hate this job
I need to quit this job

There's a fine, fine line
between reality, and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top
if it was worth the uphill climb.
And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity I've got to close the door
And walk away...
There's a fine, fine line
between together,
and not.
And there's a fine, fine line
between what you wanted,
and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want
while you're still in your prime.

Give me this moment -
This precious chance -
I'll gather up my past
And make some sense at last!

I'm through accepting limits
'Cuz someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

Press Party Pics!!!

2005-06-11T21:35:02Z

Audrey and Frank. Something is going on with those two… And I thought me and Pete were bad!

Bruce looked like he was ready to kick some ass. He said it’s the Australian in him.

The only photo of the night featuring me. That’s Bruce, Elisa, and me. Elisa is one of my best friends here.

Caileigh is another of my best friends here. Nick is my third best friend here, but he is a loser and went home to Louisville before the real party started.

Kate, Cory the cook’s daughter, loves Caileigh. Theyre princesses.

Michelle, Robbie (coolest director EVER), Eric, and Caileigh really drunk.

Elisa. Her room is right next to mine. Nick is on the other side of me. I love them. But when Eric leaves, I am stealing his room for it is bigger.

I love her hat. Everyone who was drunk ended up with a flower in their hair.

Eric and the other Laura. The funny thing is, they BOTH have someone back home. Ah, the power of alcohol.

I know I took this photo of Eric for a reason, I just can’t remember what it was.

No, they aren’t gay at all. Rachel and Sarah are both good girls, they don’t drink at all.

Michelle is the coolest intern. Her boyfriend brought us Bailey’s and Guinness. His Irish Car Bomb is what did me in.

Michelle and Caileigh really really drunk.

My beautiful dates.

The other Laura looking like a demon. I don’t have my photo editing software here, so for the summer, the red eye stays.

Again, other Laura and Eric have people back home.

Eric came up with the worst game to play while drunk. It’s called Vanity and it’s a word game. The first person has to say a word, the second has to say a word of the same letter, the third has to rhyme, and the fourth has to come with a word that’s synonymous, then it starts all over. We had fun anyway.

Michelle’s punk boyfriend. His legal name is R.

R. and Elisa got really drunk and thought it would be fun to flip off my camera. It was funny.

R. in his kick ass tiara.

The lovely Sarah. We danced like idiots for what seemed like ages. Towards the end of the night, Robbie joined in. It was funny.

Caileigh and Elisa… the twins.

kentuckydiaries @ 2005-06-06T23:06:00

2005-06-07T04:04:48Z

Today, for the first time, I am discouraged. Well, not the first time, no. Right now I am seriously considering going home. Today was my ninth day here. Nine days and only tonight did the front lights get focused. SO many things are just not working. I couldn’t get up on the ladder to focus myself, so I had to have Eric do it. Now, he is a total sweetheart, but he hadn’t ever focused a light in his life. When he was focusing, I immediately realized I had a HUGE problem on my hands: the barrels are all different sizes. Robbie (the director) told me when I asked about degrees, that they were all 30-40… OK, a little big, but that’s what shutters are for, right? WRONG! The shutters are either rusted shut or falling out. Next problem: the barrels are all different sizes!!! Some of them can’t be more than 15; others are closer to 50. HOW can I make two washes with such different barrels? It’s impossible. There are so many other problems, too. The lighting board is analogue and I have no idea how it’s wired. Thanks to Tristan, I managed to get the dmx working, but that’s about it.I just want to come home.