<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:55.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE AS A STARVING ARTIST</title><subtitle type='html'>so i quit my full time job on friday in pursuit of my dream- to live off my talents. possible? i don't know... but it's worth a try, right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-748327520072840601</id><published>2009-03-26T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:45:33.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so the ever-changing life of peggy changes once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st- a decision has been made.  i am staying in utah for a bit.  i know, i am just as surprised as you are!  a few things have started brewing here (details when things are more solidified) and they keep me here.  so i have also decided to bite the bullet, return to school and finish for PETE's SAKE!  it's been way too long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd- the best thing in my entire life has happened to me!  i got a teaching job in ITALY for the summer!  i'm so excited!  i will be teaching english as a foreign language through the medium of the creative dramatics!  can we say DREAM COME TRUE?!?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that is all for now... big things are a changing and a moving and i am so ready for it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-748327520072840601?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/748327520072840601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=748327520072840601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/748327520072840601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/748327520072840601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2009/03/news-so-ever-changing-life-of-peggy.html' title=''/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-4414601282822207029</id><published>2008-12-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:04:37.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON THE RIGHT TRACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so i have been horrible at keeping up with the in's and out's of the starving artist portion of my life.  it's been a tiny bit chaotic since i moved myself from my "comfort blanket" that i like to call boston and took a pit-stop here in the good old SLC, utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i stopped here with only one purpose in mind and ended up with more than that- a huge blessing in disguise!  most of you know from my other blog that i recently donated a kidney to my little sister- a task that the doing of was much easier than the recovering from- go figure!  i'm only 3 1/2 weeks out of surgery and i suffer from a lack of patience that my body actually wants to take the 8 weeks the doctor's told me it would take for a full recovery!  how annoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;however, prior to going under the knife, i was so fortunate to land myself an internship at a local TV studio here in the valley!  i became the assistant to the executive producer of a locally produced show.  it was so much more than i could have ever hoped for!  i got to work with clients and guests on the show and work on contests they were running and work with the sales department and management.  it was a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the biggest part of this dream turned reality is that it truly showed me 2 things: 1) i have all the skills, talent and know-how to do this job.  and 2) i am just as passionate about it as i ever was!  the confidence i gained in myself is unbelievable and i am so more than ever ready to get myself out to LA and fulfill all my dreams!  this experience has definitely taught me how easy it is to go after what you want and that i am not far off the right track to making everything i have wanted out of life become a reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how exciting is that!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-4414601282822207029?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/4414601282822207029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=4414601282822207029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4414601282822207029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4414601282822207029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-right-track.html' title='ON THE RIGHT TRACK'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-3969256944234199740</id><published>2008-05-12T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:16:29.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE IT AND LOSE IT</title><content type='html'>so i have begun the arduous task of packing things up, cleaning and junking superfluous things in my life.  it's amazing how much STUFF one can accumulate over a 5 year period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am headed to my mom and dad's place in a week and half to go lounge around and soak up that warm dry-heat climate...  i'm super stoked.  so as not to be wasteful of good resources, i am also packing up two extra suitcases with things that can be taken via united airlines vs. spending mucho deniro shipping a gazillion boxes full of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically my parents, who had already planned a trip with a few siblings and their families to Disneyland, are driving a few things out to CA for me (i LOVE them for that), since i have made the decision to sell my car and all of my belongings and just fly out there.  shipping on the most important basics of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's task was to decide what goes, what stays, what gets shipped later and what gets junked!  what a fun and interesting trip down memory lane as i sifted through old christmas cards, pictures, journals, notes and drawings by the many children i have come to call friends here.  i was filled to the brim with nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also struck by the reality of what i am doing.  i'm leaving boston.  i'm going.  away.  this isn't a vacation... i won't be living here anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is the feeling most kids have when they leave home for the first time.  the nervous, sad feeling to be leaving the only thing they've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what you're thinking.  i didn't grow up here and on the contrary i have lived thousands of miles away for most of my life.  but boston HAS been the place i grew up.  the place i love to call home.  the place that fits me like a glove.  and leaving it is going to be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a few boxes already packed and some things already junked, my room is already beginning to feel bare.  to most of you, it probably wouldn't look any different, but to me the effects of the 'things' going away is already starting to tug at my heart strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh boston, don't worry... i will come back as soon as i can.  i won't be gone for long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-3969256944234199740?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/3969256944234199740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=3969256944234199740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3969256944234199740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3969256944234199740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/05/move-it-and-lose-it.html' title='MOVE IT AND LOSE IT'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-8319993543278044663</id><published>2008-05-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:47:19.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH THE PLACES SHE'LL GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;once upon a time, in the land called the bean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lived the happiest girl that you ever had seen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was bright, she was fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she had talents galore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but deep in her heart she knew there was more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time passed by oh so quick, as quick as a hare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and before she knew it, her &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://pegrighteous.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-have-sparkle-today-i-for-first.html"&gt;"sparkle"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cupboards were bare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she felt down, she moped on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the confusion pressed down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in her usual way, she had to fight down each frown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slowly the answers came from above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;small spurts of knowledge sent with much love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she ignored, she rebelled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tried sweeping under the bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but those answers kept poking inside of her head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with tears and trepidation a prayer was said with closed eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and made the choice to follow what she knew she'd despise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she weeped, she wailed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she gnashed all of her teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the decision was final, she felt oh so much peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as much as she fought it she knew it was right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she would pack all her things and and bid boston goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she told family and friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the hardest words to be told&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she told her job, made it official- it was really quite bold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"where are you going?" they all asked in much shock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"why would leave our cozy little flock"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she winced, she smiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"because i know it's alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though i have no clue what's ahead, what's in sight"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;children's production has always been in my dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in L.A. there are so many more chances it seems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she trusts and she hopes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that what's in store is more rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than the things she'd have chosen for her life and her sitch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so in september boston will bid goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until this chapter in her life no longer has a 'why'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she persists, she fights on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she'll go wherever it takes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to see what the Lord has in store for her life, what He makes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't worry about this crazy little girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she may be sad that her life, once again is a whirl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but she's still smiles and sparkles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and will win in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because she listened to promptings of her trusted, true friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-5652687146382390637</id><published>2008-04-03T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:00:22.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CHOOSE TO BE A TIGGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjZwhcWY-KE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjZwhcWY-KE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-5652687146382390637?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/5652687146382390637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=5652687146382390637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/5652687146382390637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/5652687146382390637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-choose-to-be-tigger.html' title='I CHOOSE TO BE A TIGGER'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-7695020133166307071</id><published>2008-03-24T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:57:42.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE A MEETING</title><content type='html'>when you wanna get anywhere... you have to reach out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow, i'm reaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a meeting with a friend of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, someway, somewhere this has to help things progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am still being pretty cryptic so as not to accidentally say things that could stand in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i figure for the 2 people that read this blog, you'll probably already know what's going on with me anyway and won't need to ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-7695020133166307071?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/7695020133166307071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=7695020133166307071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7695020133166307071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7695020133166307071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-meeting.html' title='TAKE A MEETING'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-4638033229109828130</id><published>2008-03-12T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:47:00.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING</title><content type='html'>i had a friend in town this past weekend.  on our way to church, in his pimped out caddy rental i told him we would probably have to park far away because we were a bit late... he scoffed and told me that we were going to get really close parking because he had decided it.  i totally made fun of him for this and he talked my ear off about how good things will happen to those that believe it.  then he turned into the "horse-shoe" (the circular street right outside the church, where there is almost ALWAYS no parking for us late-comers).  i was floored when, right in the front of the door to the chapel was a HUGE parking space- with plenty of space for our mother-load of a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking about this a lot and realized something about myself.  when i was younger, the world nor anyone that would dare to try could not stop me from being who i wanted to be.  i was empowered by my positive thoughts- and good things did come my way- mostly because i decided they would be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then life happened.  disappointments happened.  people and things let me down and somewhere along the way i became good friends with the cynic monster.  not always believing in the good things... not always expecting things to go right-- on the contrary--  knowing they would go wrong... because that's what happens in my world.  being the fulfiller of my own negative prophecies of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided it's time to bring back the old peggy that had all the confidence in the world to become anything she wants to be... that has the drive to make it all happen and can use the knowledge gained over those hard years to make the better decisions and focus on the "open parking spot."  no more poo pooing my plans- no more second guessing myself- no more negativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude i am so ready for my prime parking spot- i've waited so long for this... it's my turn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-4638033229109828130?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/4638033229109828130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=4638033229109828130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4638033229109828130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4638033229109828130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/03/power-of-positive-thinking.html' title='POWER OF POSITIVE THINKING'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6846541689151940778</id><published>2008-03-05T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:18:07.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help From My Friends</title><content type='html'>i had dinner tonight with a friend of mine who is a very well-known individual.  although she has been in the national and international spotlight before, she is the most genuine, kind person you'd meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend has been so very ready to be a cheerleader for me as i embark on my crazy journey to reach my goals.  i can't tell you how grateful i am for her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the last things she said to me before i left her house was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peggy&lt;/span&gt;, i can just tell that you will be great at this... you can just tell that you have something in your life that you need to do... it's just such a strong feeling.  there's something you were meant to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she said this i was reminded of several blessings i have been given over the past two years of my life.  the feeling struck me again and i felt this strange sort of power- like what i am trying to accomplish is actually a reality for me... it's within my grasp... it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it even possible to be afraid that the things you've always hoped for will actually come true?  why would i be afraid of that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dudes- i AM going to make this happen.  just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6846541689151940778?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6846541689151940778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6846541689151940778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6846541689151940778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6846541689151940778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='A Little Help From My Friends'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-5815187012672575493</id><published>2008-02-15T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:10:07.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH MAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;did i tell you guys that i turned down an offer to work as a PA on the new sandra bullock movie that's being made here?  i know you are all screaming at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a) i had to say no-- when i commit to something, i commit-- and since i love my boss and because i had already told him i would work through this season i had to say it... just had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;b) believe me it hurt my heart to do it-- but hopefully because i was faithful to my commitments, i will be blessed with other such opportunities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c) yes after the drama at my work over the past few weeks i AM kicking myself hard for being a stupid loyal-head!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-5815187012672575493?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/5815187012672575493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=5815187012672575493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/5815187012672575493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/5815187012672575493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhhh-man.html' title='AHHHH MAN!!!'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-1276128247537995167</id><published>2008-02-04T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:52:36.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could Be... Who Knows</title><content type='html'>there's something due, any day&lt;br /&gt;i will know right away&lt;br /&gt;soon as it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may come cannonballing right through the sky&lt;br /&gt;gleam in its eye&lt;br /&gt;bright as a rose&lt;br /&gt;who knows&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to be cryptic... well okay... yes to be cryptic for the sake of keeping things on the DL for a while-- i will say the following statement and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being burnt has finally led me to the fire under my butt that is urging me forward.  i now have the quickness in my step and the confidence that i have needed all along.  so change is on its way and all of my lovely blog-land friends will know what that is soon... hopefully sooner rather than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-1276128247537995167?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/1276128247537995167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=1276128247537995167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1276128247537995167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1276128247537995167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/02/could-be-who-knows.html' title='Could Be... Who Knows'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-2198515131457091412</id><published>2008-01-27T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:08:24.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOOOOOO-VIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;calling all people!!!   come stand in line and wait three hours to get your picture taken!  yes, that's right!  you too can be herded with the rest of the live-stock in a line as long as japan, be poked and prodded to the "big room" where you finally get to sit down, wait a little longer in your seat, get your picture taken and then told to leave!  branding will occur only if you are actually chosen to be a professional cow for this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+  totally fun.  totally worth it.  my new roomie mindy did it with me... good times.  good memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+ there are some serious professional cattle-call people out there, who came prepared with stools to sit on, books to read and food to eat.  dude, i am so not aware of how this is supposed to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+ the movie peeps are looking for girls with natural-looking hair, no highlights.  blondes especially... umm... that's me!  one of the only blondes standing in line, that i could see anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+ met some cool people that are soon to be facebook friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+ the NYC casting people were all really really nice.  surprising.  they even extending the call by two hours because of the number of people in line... i actually like to think that they were holding out for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+ martin...  i mean mr. scorsese... here i come.  you will be so happy that the casting people picked me (if they do pick me, that is) that when i am there, standing next to leo in the shot, you will say "WOW YOU'RE THE MOST AMAZING EXTRA I HAVE EVER WORKED WITH"  and i will get a smug look on my face and say "yeah i know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-2198515131457091412?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/2198515131457091412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=2198515131457091412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/2198515131457091412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/2198515131457091412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/01/mooooooo-vie.html' title='MOOOOOOO-VIE'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-1642685573567104121</id><published>2008-01-22T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:12:53.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear mr. scorsese,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;  i am writing to let you know that i am auditioning for your next movie, to be filmed here in the bean and i would like to ask you, if it would be okay if you were to let me be in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i am an actress.  i like to act.  i have acted ever since i was little.  i would like to be in your movie because i think you are neat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so on saturday, when i come, would you please tell your casting director that they should cast me in the same scene that leonardo is in so i can brag to all my friends that i was in a movie with him?  oh, and also cause i could really use the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i hope you are well and that you are excited to make your next movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;peggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-1642685573567104121?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/1642685573567104121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=1642685573567104121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1642685573567104121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1642685573567104121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-mr-scorsese.html' title='dear mr. scorsese,'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-1080941731930490061</id><published>2008-01-07T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:01:14.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm   Yeah.</title><content type='html'>not much to say these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still trying to get myself out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an uxepected interview in CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on a secret audition that i may or may not talk about in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word to your mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-1080941731930490061?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/1080941731930490061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=1080941731930490061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1080941731930490061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1080941731930490061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2008/01/ummmm-yeah.html' title='Ummmm   Yeah.'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6716704950903296586</id><published>2007-11-18T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T07:37:04.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' Crap Up!</title><content type='html'>it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorite time of year, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorite diva's of comedy are up to their old antics again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maryjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-coming.html"&gt;http://maryjoanna.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-coming.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6716704950903296586?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6716704950903296586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6716704950903296586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6716704950903296586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6716704950903296586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/11/makin-crap-up.html' title='Makin&apos; Crap Up!'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-3776953600928201695</id><published>2007-11-07T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:17:36.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED MY FRHITNEY</title><content type='html'>okay so here i go again-- two more auditions in the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition #1- Chess at Turtle Lane Playhouse&lt;br /&gt;Audition #2- Summer Season at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publick&lt;/span&gt; Outdoor Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i have been thinking about my good luck charm-- my sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whitney&lt;/span&gt; (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FRHITNEY&lt;/span&gt; as i call her). when i was younger and doing theater, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frhit&lt;/span&gt; would always accompany me to my auditions- and i have always said that it was because of her that i made every show i auditioned for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am- all the way out in lonely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt;, far far away from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cripply&lt;/span&gt; and i haven't made a single show! okay i have only auditioned for 3 so far, but even still- if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fhritney&lt;/span&gt; had been there i would have made all 3-- i just know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have had to learn the art of rejection- learn how to pick my own self up, dust off my very own britches and get right back out there. so here i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frhitney&lt;/span&gt; were here though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-3776953600928201695?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/3776953600928201695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=3776953600928201695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3776953600928201695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3776953600928201695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-my-frhitney.html' title='I NEED MY FRHITNEY'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-4490953385789568805</id><published>2007-11-02T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:26:33.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEELOCK I SING YOUR PRAISE</title><content type='html'>so i am sitting here in the midst of chaos and confusion- we have a 7:30 pm performance tonight- and i am looking all around at the various people that walk through my door.  the big cheese, my boss, friendly kay, jane, wss (plural), tech guy, ed director, occasionally the dog named haas, stage manager, maintenance man... they all are filled with their wonderful selves and it makes me smile- getting to know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lucky to be loved, supported and cared for in this wonderful "family" environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only do they put on amazing theater- which all of you in the area HAVE to come and see "to kill a mockingbird" but they are truly amazing people in and of themselves... and you don't always find that in this biz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheers to you my wheelock family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-4490953385789568805?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/4490953385789568805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=4490953385789568805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4490953385789568805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4490953385789568805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/11/wheelock-i-sing-your-praise.html' title='WHEELOCK I SING YOUR PRAISE'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6249144335118994134</id><published>2007-11-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:25:30.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT GONNA DO IT</title><content type='html'>so i didn't make peter pan! let's have a moment of silence for my loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we're done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can i just say that this news, albeit expected, was poorly timed.  it was the first news of the day on the start of a very ornery day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this news traveled right past "it's okay" station right into the land of "i suck and don't have any talent" in my brain.  i know, i know... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; being too hard on myself and truly, as i have stated before, rejection is all part of the game... but many rejections in a row stinks!  end of story.  and i am aching to get on the stage again.  it's been 4 years!  it's time!  hey universe listen up-- it's time to start pouring out the sunshine-- too many cloudy days!  boo hiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so clearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; pants today and will go to bed shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6249144335118994134?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6249144335118994134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6249144335118994134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6249144335118994134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6249144335118994134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-gonna-do-it.html' title='NOT GONNA DO IT'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-7185124347914683349</id><published>2007-10-29T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:53:33.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Callback</title><content type='html'>so you've made it this far.  people are asking you about the audition and you've told them you made callbacks.  their eyebrows raise- impressed and intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what do you do?  the first audition, in your mind, was a bust.  so are you ready... can you get over that whole incident to move forward or are you going to let it throw you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so jane wants you to read something totally different than the scene you've been studying all weekend- no biggie right?  you just go in there and act your heart out.  so what that jane seems to be in a grumpy mood today... you march right up on that stage and show them who's diva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-7185124347914683349?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/7185124347914683349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=7185124347914683349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7185124347914683349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7185124347914683349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/10/callback.html' title='The Callback'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-3674521251006745475</id><published>2007-10-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:29:01.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;, did i hear you right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh, that's what i thought you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but how in the world could you have thought that i had a good audition- i forgot all my lines and my song wasn't so hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that's so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh, i know you aren't the kind of person to say nice things to people just to be nice... but i just well... i guess i needed to hear that... i just didn't want to look unprepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh... thank you for saying that i am talented... i was beginning to wonder {smile} and you promise i didn't look unprepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;{sigh of relief}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ONE WEEK LATER...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;, what was that? {putting the receiver back on the phone}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry, having trouble with my hearing since this head cold is raging... i thought you said you wanted to call me back to read for the part of the Older Wendy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh you DID say that {flushed}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sure i can make the audition on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt; 29 and i will be prepared to tap dance and juggle penguins if you need me to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh, you didn't think that was funny, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;well, yes... thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;{to myself} were we really at the same audition???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;who cares- I GOT A CALLBACK!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YIPPEEE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-3674521251006745475?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/3674521251006745475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=3674521251006745475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3674521251006745475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3674521251006745475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/10/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me???'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-3070087703088138789</id><published>2007-10-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:20:33.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYDAY MAYDAY!</title><content type='html'>okay so i pretty much just bombed this audition and i am so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it really was that bad. don't fool yourselves into thinking that i am just being too hard on myself... no reality speaks for itself here... i just plain stunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes something like this--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest friend and came to pick me up, and was about 15 minutes behind schedule... so i start panicking. nevertheless we get to the theater right on the 9pm dot. okay nothing to worry about. i walk through the doors and see my friend sandy who is one of the stage managers and is manning the audition table- sigh of relief and relax a little. sit down, wait my turn and on we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i walk in i am greeted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;- rather warmly too, considering the events of my previous post- and as i walk toward the stage, i notice that the previously unnamed director is a friend of mine as well- he and i have been teachers at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wheelock&lt;/span&gt; together for the past two years... okay this is going to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hand my music to the piano-dude and then take my place front and center to give them all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got. the piano player gives me the chord and off we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait! what did i just do there? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt; that sounded awful and i just cracked... oh crap what am i doing? okay... it's okay keep going... but this sounds so brassy and you aren't supporting it!!! what about your phrasing... shoot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; almost done and my big finish? no! that didn't come out right at all! okay... shoot now what am i doing? oh that's right- the monologue... deep breath- focus...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "so when i was in... {pause} ... well when i was younger... {pause} ... 8"&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HOLY CRAP what am i saying? that isn't right at all and now where am i???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "the stage-hands... would replace them... and then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crocodile&lt;/span&gt;... you know the one that {pause} " &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoot what does the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crocodile&lt;/span&gt; do again... who does he chase?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "that chases captain hook" &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah that guy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "well he wasn't real... WAS real and falls off the stage crushing several children in the front row..." &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THIS HORRID MESS!!! now where am i? crap i need to say something about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt;- she gets fatter- crap!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "... she was immobile and had to be taken off with a cart..." &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i done yet? can i just be done... {pause} just finish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;peggy&lt;/span&gt;... there's nowhere else to go and you can't find where you are supposed to be... just call it done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "and that is all i have, thank you for your time."&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{sheepish side glance at the director and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; as i make my way over to the piano to collect my sheet music}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what it looks like when one self-destructs in the middle of an audition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest i have no idea what got me so off, i just know that i was so NOT focused and looked completely ridiculous and the fact that i was aware of how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; threw me off even more and i was never able to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what's so hard about this experience. unbelievably it's not that an audition like that will probably result in a rejection- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had those before- and even if i had done wonderfully tonight, i still may be rejected. rejection is just part of this game. really and truly, i am embarrassed about the way i looked to my co-workers and peers today. i know i shouldn't feel like i have to prove myself, but the thing is that i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i looked like i was unprepared and one who only fancies themselves an actor. had they seen my work before or at least seen me audition better, they could just chalk this horrid audition up to a bad day or something-- but the fear is that they see a mediocre talent and don't see much potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this is just the fear that lives inside my brain and i am assuming that they see it too- dudes i just need to go to bed and forget all about this little nightmare and pray with all of my heart that when i see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; that we just pretend this whole thing never happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-3070087703088138789?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/3070087703088138789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=3070087703088138789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3070087703088138789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3070087703088138789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayday-mayday.html' title='MAYDAY MAYDAY!'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-7803507233450700458</id><published>2007-10-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T07:41:16.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEETAH!!!</title><content type='html'>here i go again- trying to get into a play and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it's peter pan at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wheelock&lt;/span&gt;.  oh yeah, remember how earlier i said i couldn't go- well with the help of some really amazing people, i am actually making it work!  yip yip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i work in the box office, right?  and my desk is kiddie corner to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; (co-owner of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theater&lt;/span&gt;, producer of this show and the kind of person you think hates you but then you find out they don't and it's a total shock).  so a few weeks ago, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; was muttering about auditions and i meekly asked for an audition spot.  without even glancing at me she began writing my name into the 9pm slot and then with deliberate annunciation of each word said "i can't... guarantee you... a... spot... in the....show."  it took me back for a second.  i nervously giggled. and quickly touted that i didn't expect preferential treatment and busied myself with paperwork.  YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just last week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; was headed to the chiropractor, which just so happened be to down the street from my house and she graciously offered to take me home.  just before we took off, a good friend of mine at the theater, who is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jane's&lt;/span&gt; lunch buddy, told me about some anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; book that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; had given her to read, just the other day.  something about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mormons&lt;/span&gt; killing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;indians&lt;/span&gt; or something like it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;, as if this woman didn't already intimidate the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home it came out that i was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt;.  this is what took place: (as you read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; talking: imagine that each word is slow and deliberate and a bit hesitated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE: and where did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;ME: in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt;, where i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;JANE: you grew up in the land of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mormons&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ME: sure did {flash bright smile}&lt;br /&gt;JANE: and are YOU a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;{deep breath, big smile}&lt;br /&gt;ME:  i sure am&lt;br /&gt;JANE: and are you a lapse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh, i don't know... what is that?&lt;br /&gt;JANE: a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; who no longer practices&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh no, i tried that and it didn't work out for me- no, i am totally involved&lt;br /&gt;JANE: oh no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;peggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;JANE: well i have a book that you need to read then&lt;br /&gt;ME: oh... okay but.. (being interrupted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;JANE: but you might be ex-communicated if you do&lt;br /&gt;(slight awkward pause as i gather my thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;ME: actually, i don't think that's true...&lt;br /&gt;JANE: i was just..... kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END SCENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point we had reached our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;destination&lt;/span&gt; and as i opened the door i gratefully sucked in the fresh air, turned with big smile and thanked her for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now auditions are typically old hat for me. i usually get most nervous just right before i enter the room to sing my guts out.  but i have to be honest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a nervous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nellie&lt;/span&gt; now.  the rest of the week with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; was fine, she was her typical illusive self and i went about my business and the world still turned.  but knowing that this woman despises my spiritual approbation has me all tied up in knots and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully i can keep it together enough to do my best- bah- who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;jane&lt;/span&gt; any way?  who cares that she can veto any one she wants for any reason, who cares that she has connections to all the major theaters in the greater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; area???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;- so i have decided to do something morbidly funny for my audition piece:  there is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;monologue&lt;/span&gt; in the play '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dentity&lt;/span&gt; crisis, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;christopher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;durang&lt;/span&gt; where the lead character is telling about this memory she had of someone taking her to see the play "peter pan" and how all these weird things kept happening like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; getting fatter and fatter and by the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; act she was so huge she had to be rolled off the stage and when peter would fly the rope would break and peter would come crashing to the ground dead and they kept replacing the peters and they would crash down too.  so we'll see if this choice plays out the way i hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright- better go get to work and fine-tune my stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-7803507233450700458?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/7803507233450700458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=7803507233450700458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7803507233450700458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7803507233450700458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/10/peetah.html' title='PEETAH!!!'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-3837437356925208690</id><published>2007-09-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:11:09.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD and BAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD: i got word that i can get my driver's license back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD: i lost my social security card and need that to get my license back.  oh and i need $100 too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD: in the month of OCT i have three huge babysitting gigs.  gigs = boucoups bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD: until then, i have $2 in my wallet and $1.50 left on my charlie card (which allows me to ride on the bus and train) and it costs $1.50 for each leg of the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD: the weather has been really nice making my commute pain-free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD: i dropped my ipod and it broke- no more music on the train- it breaks my heart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD: i have amazing friends who have been so helpful with food, money and rides- i'm so lucky and i really am learning the law of letting people help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD: got some really heartbreaking news from one of my siblings this week.  still processing the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD: i got an unexpected raise from the stingy money lady at wheelock- she likes me- she really likes me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BAD: because of one of the babysitting gigs that will be monetarily plentiful- i won't be able to audition for PETER PAN- i am more sad than i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOOD: went night swimming in walden pond with friends last night.  the moon was full and so beautiful- played a great game of truth or dare (julie i love you more than before)- got freaked out by other people in the woods and ended it all with a drive through lexington in seth's convertible... amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have been getting so caught up in the hard things lately.  the bad things.  i'm sad a lot about the downs- but realize that it's not fair to dwell on them and to not count the good.  for each BAD i make myself find a GOOD and it's worked out okay.  things could always be worse- and it's not like i didn't expect the bad either.  i knew that by making this choice i was opening myself up for the bad to try and thwart my plan of being happy in this life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had dinner with good friends last night and the missionaries.  at the end of dinner, like they always do, they shared a spiritual message- which couldn't have been more perfectly timed.  elder sato talked about how moses had gone through the most amazing things like seeing God face to face and knew what he was called to do.  only after this experience did satan come in to tempt him.  and how interesting it is that satan waited until after the amazing experience to attack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;much like he does with each of us on a daily basis.  we are given power and light to move in a certain direction and we know with all of our hearts that it's the right thing to do.  then the trials come from the left and right and if we aren't careful we'll start to back down and inch away- just to stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so it is with all of my effort that i cling to the idea of finding the positive when all i can see is negative.  to start counting those blessings- just so i can see that they are really there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-3837437356925208690?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/3837437356925208690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=3837437356925208690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3837437356925208690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/3837437356925208690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-and-bad.html' title='GOOD and BAD'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-2338911701164038591</id><published>2007-09-24T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:05:26.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>- i like my job at the sports store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;harvard&lt;/span&gt; sq. the people i work with are great and we laugh a lot. since being there i have sold clothes to a man dressed as a woman (yes: skirt, long hair curled, high heels- no make-up), fitted a backpack to a member of the royal family, been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in a fire alarm emergency, saw a guy steal some stuff and there was nothing to be done about it and started a small crush on a cute dude i work with that won't be eternally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fruitful&lt;/span&gt; so i have to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i also love my job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wheelock&lt;/span&gt;. i work with some of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt; people i have ever met. a good friend of mine heard that i was poor and slipped me $20 to "go play with." i tried to give it back and when she refused i started to cry- i am so taken care of and i feel so blessed. i also learned how to print tickets for each show and now i feel like a big girl! this really is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i had my first meeting last wed. about the public schools program. i am so very excited about being involved with this. we will have our first meeting with all of the teachers in a few weeks. again, i am working with some amazing people. i can't wait to see what's in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the stress of my life has been manifesting itself in the strangest ways lately. a) i have been having a lot of random dreams about my ex-fiance lately- totally weird.  b) i started crying at church for no reason on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; and when i would finally get composed and i would try to talk to someone- the tears would well up again... totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. c) my heart has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;palpitating&lt;/span&gt; all day today- freaky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;deaky&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i found out that i can get my driver's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; back today. at least for the time being. the lady on the phone told me that i can go get it and then my court date will be in like 3 months or something and may get taken away again. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for me- some good news at last! in other news, i am still planning on selling my car so i am trying to mentally gear up to ride my bike and walk in the winter... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there will be more to come regarding these details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my parents called to tell me that a "care-package" is on its way. i hung up the phone and began to cry... AGAIN! dude, i am crying a lot these days. anyway- i have amazing parents too. shout out to a mom and a dad who have always taken care of me! i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-2338911701164038591?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/2338911701164038591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=2338911701164038591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/2338911701164038591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/2338911701164038591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-4624769777898235275</id><published>2007-09-18T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:21:25.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Far Can You Stretch 40 Smackers???</title><content type='html'>HA~ i am so proud of myself right now.  i am pretty sure the first paycheck comes in this thursdee from job A-- boy oh boy i sure hope it's more than $100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i am pleased to announce that i have been living off the same $40 that i had two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have more money in my bank account than that- even less since i had to get my car out of the impound- but after that lovely experience i decided to see how far i could stretch the remaining bills in my wallet- which just so happened to be $40.  this has been an informative albeit exciting adventure to see how one can really save some dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i have done with my $40:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* gone camping with friend and paid for my dinner and my portion of the campsite (nat i think i still owe you $4 though... or is that ju?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* filled up my laundry card so that i could clean my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bought pain reliever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bought a treat at the theater when i was feeling especially hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* took myself to a cheapie movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thumpity thump thump look at peggy go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-4624769777898235275?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/4624769777898235275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=4624769777898235275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4624769777898235275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/4624769777898235275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-far-can-you-stretch-40-smackers.html' title='How Far Can You Stretch 40 Smackers???'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-1213798015647661139</id><published>2007-09-16T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T06:14:13.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so it goes with every success story- the reality of loss. those moments that push an individual to make a choice- will i give up or will i move forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this week has, essentially, been a week of loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;didn't get the LES MIS gig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lost my saturday morning class due to low enrollment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lost my ability to drive (at least for a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lost $300 getting my car back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lost a good friend because there is essential change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i promised i would give you a rundown of the highs and lows... and this is definitely a low. not that i am hopeless- on the contrary- it was HENRY B EYRING of the Quorum of the 12 Apostles that said "you know you are on the right path when it's hard and goes uphill." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i continue to have faith that what i am doing is right and good. but that doesn't take the bitter sting out of losing things we either want or used to have. it doesn't stop the tears from falling when things are hard or hurt. and so today i give myself permission to cry about some of these things... it's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tomorrow will bring new things- for good and bad- i pray that with each shift i will get the strength i need to keep myself in motion. today, i hope you don't care if i stick my thumb in my mouth and cry a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-1213798015647661139?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/1213798015647661139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=1213798015647661139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1213798015647661139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/1213798015647661139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/loss.html' title='LOSS'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6028905143321622404</id><published>2007-09-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:55:34.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Miss Anxiety</title><content type='html'>so as exciting as this new life is and for all the times that i feel like this has been the right decision- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; anxious dudes.  i am.  i am filled to the brim with feelings of worry, inadequacy, fear of the unknown and fear that i don't know how i am going to feed myself in the coming months-- all of which i have been stuffed in the bottom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crevices&lt;/span&gt; of my brain and left for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; to deal with... when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always been a very descriptive dreamer; very clear and realistic dreams.  it's why my parents forbid me to watch scary movies growing up because if i did, inevitably, i wound up on their bedroom floor, living in fear the the mean gremlins would come to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am an adult, i have more control of my fearful brain than that-- but when it comes to real-life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crisis's&lt;/span&gt;... it's a whole other ball game!  now, every morning at 6:30 on the dot i get to wake up with the new and fresh anxiety-filled dream still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coursing&lt;/span&gt; through my veins-- HOW FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this morning's dream for example: i had just tried out for a new show and the guy started reading off names from a list, i got a peek of the list and my name was on it, and so i knew he was going to call me and so it wasn't a surprise when he did.  but then i got confused about everything that was going on and no one had patience with me and everyone seemed to be wearing this outfit that i didn't know i was supposed to have and no one bothered to explain it to me and i felt ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end dream.&lt;br /&gt;open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;look at phone-- 6:33 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 3 minutes late, this morning&lt;br /&gt;notice the heart pounding&lt;br /&gt;notice the heat my body is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emanating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roll over and try for a few more hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;get up quickly because now my anxiety has invaded my stomach&lt;br /&gt;take several trips to the bathroom before stomach calms a bit&lt;br /&gt;get back in bed a half-hour later in attempt to rest before getting up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and welcome to my mornings for the past few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other great news- the BEAUTIFUL and MOST AMAZING people at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wheelock&lt;/span&gt; Family Theater, where i teach, have offered me a job working as their "box office supervisor."  if my schedule allows (i.e. if i don't get into LES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MIS&lt;/span&gt;) then i will start working for them.  AND today i will go into the great sports store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;harvard&lt;/span&gt; square and talk schedule with them... so that i can begin to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really and truly- let's just hope i hear back from the LES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MIS&lt;/span&gt; peeps.  but if not-- PETER PAN auditions in a few weeks... maybe i can be one of the lost boys or an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; or something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6028905143321622404?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6028905143321622404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6028905143321622404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6028905143321622404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6028905143321622404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-morning-miss-anxiety.html' title='Good Morning Miss Anxiety'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6882385212570352961</id><published>2007-09-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:17:11.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is A Castle On A Cloud...</title><content type='html'>so i haven't updated y'all. as for ERNEST-- no call back-- no go. but really and truly i wasn't expecting it, so it doesn't even sting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up was LES MISERABLES-- which i did today. in a word-- i am THRILLED! i walked into this audition a nervous mess. with the events of this past week (go &lt;a href="http://pegrighteous.blogspot.com/2007/09/jailbird-hey-wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for the story) swarming through my head and the pressure i put on myself to sound good i was totally and utterly a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY, i am blessed with a boston sister who not only drove me to the audition, but coached and supported and said all of the right things in order to make sure i went in with as much confidence as i could muster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this mind game that you play with yourself as you sit outside the audition door. you watch as each nervous auditioner takes his/her place in line, enters the door and then patiently wait to hear the muffled sounds of a piano and singing to start so that you can then begin the neurotic comparison to this person you don't even know. there is danger in this game-- one that will thwart every attempt you make at self-confidence. and let me tell you, you walk into an audition with two things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- all the talent you have mixed with your preparation and&lt;br /&gt;2- all the self-confidence you can find within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is usually a game in my mind that wins. i'm not a very strong auditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i walked through those doors of the room today with a clear head and a bout of happy- go-lucky charisma that surprised even me, i let go of all that nonsense and just had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made a joke or two and had the director and the piano player laughing- took my place and started. HE PLAYS THE VIOLIN from the musical 1776 was my selection-- one that showed my range as well as my soprano voice pretty nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes- i am pleased to announce, that whether or not i made this show, i did my best- quite possibly better then my best. i was strong and hit every note and finished with a bang!!!! WHOO HOOO!! the director said, and i quote "that was really nice- your voice really plays well on those tops notes- good job." YAYAYAYAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i make it? who knows. but really even if i don't i can really learn from this experience that i can do this. i will take all of this confidence from this fantastic experience and keep on keepin' on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6882385212570352961?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6882385212570352961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6882385212570352961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6882385212570352961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6882385212570352961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-is-castle-on-cloud.html' title='There Is A Castle On A Cloud...'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-7233913670227248756</id><published>2007-09-07T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:03:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Progress is Good Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so the audition for "erenest" went well.  i made a last minute decision to forgo the second monologue (the one i wasn't so sure about) and use the script sides that they had provided.  in the long run i felt like this was a wise choice.  it gave them a chance to see that i could play the "period."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so the director worked with me a few different ways-- asking me to read the part "young" and then try it again "older."  i really think she was seeing where she could put me.  it just might be that i am too old to play the younger girl and too young to play the older girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all in all i felt really good about my performance and don't really care all that much if i hear back from them-- which i haven't-- but who knows anything can happen in the theater and i was taught early to never question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND NOW FOR THE GOODIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the following 4 things happened today that were both smallish yet put a smile on my face:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1- i did finally hear back from the theater doing LES MISERABLES-- my audition is this sunday at 7pm... welcome to the non-mormon world of doing things on sunday!  this is the one i really wanted to do, though.  i, of course, would only be in the chorus if i made it- as all of their lead roles are cast through this thing out here called stage source... but it would open some good doors for me and i could use the practice-- i'm a little rusty.  ANYWAY i had tried to set up an audition a week ago and hadn't heard from the dude- until today... yip yip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2- i FINALLY heard from the director of education regarding the public schools thing that i will be doing (if you don't know what this is, don't worry about it... i am sure to be talking about it non-stop once it gets going).  my first meeting is in two weeks and i am really thrilled to get going on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3- i was contacted by a friend from the theater i teach at and asked to come interview for a part-time box office position.  i am so stoked i can't even tell you.  two words-- THEATER and FLEXIBILITY.  my kind of job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4- i also had a great interview today at a sporting goods store (i know some peeps that work there) that would allow me to make some moola and still carry my badge of starving artist!  AND to make it even better- they put my bike together and taught me how to do it myself-- so i rode my bike home in the sweltering heat-- boo yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can't even tell you guys how awesome this experience has been so far.  okay, i know it's only been a week-- ask me about it two months from now-- but seriously, this feels right and it really doesn't get much better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-7233913670227248756?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/7233913670227248756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=7233913670227248756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7233913670227248756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/7233913670227248756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/any-progress-is-good-progress.html' title='Any Progress is Good Progress'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-281875543021386190</id><published>2007-09-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:13:18.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Conscious</title><content type='html'>maybe it's because i have spent way too much time in front of the mirror today- going over each and every beat in my monologues.  maybe it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;becuase&lt;/span&gt; it's already noon and i haven't showered yet because i have been cleaning, organizing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laundrying&lt;/span&gt; since 8 this morning, maybe it's the big jammy pants i chose to wear today, maybe it's the lingering thought in the back of my head that screams out as a reminder of my audition this afternoon-- telling me that i am going to be scrutinized... i haven't done this in a while and i forgot what an anxiety attack auditioning is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever the reason... today i am totally insecure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop noticing the increasing fine lines around my eyes, the other chin that has become a constant companion; nestled under the first one, the way my jacket doesn't look right, bulging out where my waist should be.  oh and my voice seems to be in  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; state of contralto, my inflections make me sound like i am a boy going through puberty and i sound fake saying the line "there's a dead body in the bedroom" (long story- don't ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was doing good- i was feeling good- life was good.  what happened today?  and what's the fix?  or is it my mental state of disease as i try to tell myself that this audition doesn't really matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OY&lt;/span&gt;!  well wish me luck today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-281875543021386190?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/281875543021386190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=281875543021386190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/281875543021386190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/281875543021386190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/self-conscious.html' title='Self-Conscious'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6305101532477177735</id><published>2007-09-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:42:08.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MONOLOGUE</title><content type='html'>so i have an audition tomorrow for "the importance of being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erenest&lt;/span&gt;."  and for this audition i have to come prepared with a 3 min monologue set of one comedy and one dramatic.  and of course, i put off preparing for this until this evening.  so i did what any great procrastinator would do-- i fell back on something easy that i have already done a million times before.  not a biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised to learn that i remember a lot more than i thought i would and now i get to spend the next 5 hours in front of my mirror looking like a psycho talking to myself as i try to work out the ins and outs of each piece!  joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad that i didn't put much more into this than i should have... my comedy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mon&lt;/span&gt;. is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christopher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;durang&lt;/span&gt; piece and isn't a thing like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oscar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wilde&lt;/span&gt;.  oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i will stop there... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; bored just thinking about this post... i should sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6305101532477177735?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6305101532477177735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6305101532477177735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6305101532477177735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6305101532477177735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/monologue.html' title='THE MONOLOGUE'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1389330669287064853.post-6179865055454217417</id><published>2007-09-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:04:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i quit my full time job on friday in pursuit of my dream- to live off my talents. possible? i don't know... but it's worth a try, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in honor of this adventure, i told my mom that i would keep track of all of the happenings this year brings- the ups, the downs, the successes and the trips to the blood bank to sell mine for money- when it gets tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so here goes nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the first real day already feels like a saturday. i wonder when these days will start to feel like work days that i'm not working. i started things off right this week by scheduling 3 auditions for "the importance of being ernest," "a christmas story," and "les miserables." erenest is this week (thursday to be exact) and i am supposed to come prepared with memorized monologues- i haven't touched a monologue in 2 years-- EEK! so it's off to the book store i go to find something worth doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i also need new head shots: here are my old ones... pretty good eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106363475876493378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/Rt1yhtGluEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mpxBy6SLahw/s320/Headshots+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but i think it's time to spice em up a little. my good friend tim is a photographer and a good one at that... so thursday morning we will attempt to make me AMAZING so i can peddle myself around town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i also officially start teaching my creative movement/intro to dance class on saturday mornings, the 15th.  i am so excited to do some of the amazing things i have come up with for this class!  gonna be GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;already feeling a bit productive and very positive about this change- let's see how long i can keep this up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389330669287064853-6179865055454217417?l=pegisstarving.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/feeds/6179865055454217417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1389330669287064853&amp;postID=6179865055454217417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6179865055454217417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1389330669287064853/posts/default/6179865055454217417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pegisstarving.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-so-it-begins.html' title='and so it begins...'/><author><name>Deming Brat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14006521825464039733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/STHE2G4j1zI/AAAAAAAAA98/FHd4xgIV7Ak/S220/DSC00641(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bxmL3-wU__Q/Rt1yhtGluEI/AAAAAAAAAeo/mpxBy6SLahw/s72-c/Headshots+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
