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Sunday, December 6, 2009
moving notice
Posted by Jessica at 11:18 AM 17 comments
theater last post here
Saturday, December 5, 2009
let me be the first to tell you
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness I am really excited about something, if you can't tell.
Posted by Jessica at 2:56 AM 6 comments
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
I've never fought a war, but...
I think I might have post traumatic stress syndrome.
I mean, there are parts of me that have been around forever. Things that I am used to, that I even like now. Like the beauty mark in the middle of my forehead that causes random strangers to accuse me of playing with hindu tattoos. Or at least one random stranger, anyway. In a coffee shop. True story. But I am used to the fact that my eyes are brown, but green too when the sun shines in them just so. Or even that I hear myself referred to as skinny more often than anything else; that I can continue to use my own preference of slender as much as I can, slipping it into casual conversation in a clumsy attempt at subliminal messaging, but that won’t make my friend David stop saying that I am the skinniest person he’s ever met. And it won’t change the fact that I get no compassion when I complain about this to others either. Rather, they tell me that they’d love to be called skinny just once. And again, I am skinny. Not slender, but skinny, subliminal messaging and all.
But now I have a syndrome and I hate it.
Now when my phone rings or I get a text telling me to please call, I have a visceral reaction. My heart starts beating faster and faster, racing to I don’t know where, but it’s getting there way too soon. My breathing becomes shallow and I taste panic. It is not savory, it is not sweet; it is fear and it is pervasive. It starts in my mouth and eventually makes it down to my stomach so that there is no longer any room for food. And I become full and nauseous at once as all I know to do is wait for myself to waste away because nobody can live on fear for too long. Which is a little bit nice in the moment since it means that there is an end.
And an end to a very bad thing is actually a very good thing.
This morning, for instance, my brother called me before 9 am. And to a performer, that is early. Nobody calls me then, not even my mom. But he called and I was scared and if I am going to be honest, too scared to answer. So I didn’t. Whatever it was, I wanted to be blissfully ignorant for just a little bit longer. But then he texted and told me to call him. Shoot. No more sweet naivety. Instead, the panic. Instead, the heart beating hard enough to sustain a few hundred, rather than just one skinny (if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right?) female.
And there it was, not even 9 in the morning and I was being reminded of my new syndrome. Nice. Perhaps, along with the simple task of answering a phone call from my brother, the sounds of my spoon against my cereal bowl will be just too much for me today also.
*oh, and on a completely different note, I was inspired by my brother who just added snow to his blog. So not to be outdone, I went out and got some for myself. Because of it being December and all. And because of my competitive nature and all. Hope the snowflakes don't annoy you guys too much...Unfortunately, mine look more like dandruff while my brother's look more like the beautiful romanticized snowflakes we all see on the victorian christmas cards we never do quite get around to mailing, but oh well. Merry Christmas anyway.
Posted by Jessica at 7:44 PM 17 comments
theater fear, post traumatic stress syndrome, thoughts/life
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
in which I talk about piles and hope you understand
Posted by Jessica at 12:35 PM 8 comments
theater sentimental/inspiration, sketch
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
presently blonde and sketching
Me and Ollie in pencil and ink.
Posted by Jessica at 6:46 PM 12 comments
theater blonde, pictures, sketch, thoughts/life, tracy allman
Monday, November 30, 2009
apparently santa's elves make wheel chairs too
It's always strange when somebody steps out of character for a moment. As a kid, when I overheard my mom say she was really P.O.'d about something, it was like I'd heard an angel take God's name in vain, it was so shocking.
Posted by Jessica at 6:48 PM 16 comments
theater humor, santa clause, wheel chairs
Saturday, November 28, 2009
goodness
Soft little hand in mine. With grey hoods streaming behind us and shadows marching alongside us, we're gonna be okay.
Posted by Jessica at 10:28 PM 3 comments
theater Ollie, pictures, thoughts/life