kyle hemingway

yeah.

nantucket was absolutely amazing.  expect a full update later.

also, i have a new job.  beginning this upcoming semester, i will be an office assistant in the performing arts department at emerson college.  huzzah!

also, bat boy rehearsals begin tomorrow.  soexcited!

life is good.

i want it to be over

and i want my weekend back.

i have always wanted to be a terrorist threat.

this afternoon, as i was enjoying a leisurely (read: 20 minute long) and unexpected lunch in the transpo with jonathan colby, i accidentally left my bag behind at my table.

fast forward one hour when i realized i left my bag behind at my table, frantic fits of stress ensued. i ran from the tufte building to the transpo and surveyed the food court for any sign of my bag.

finally, i approached a friendly looking security officer and inquired as to whether or not a bag had been turned into them this afternoon. in a very unfriendly manner, he directed me to the security desk, reminding me that i should not accidentally lose my bag.

i rode up the escalator to the information desk, where i was directed to the security office, had heads shook at me disapprovingly, and was reminded twice more that i should not accidentally lose my bag.

as i approached the security office, the same officer from downstairs opened and held the door for me, once more reminding me that i should not accidentally lose my bag.

i entered the office, and a legitimately kind officer was putting my things back into my bag. he asked me if i played music, and i answered “yes.” he told me to check my bag to make sure everything was in it. i did, and everything was. i thanked the kind officer and left.

apparently, as i discovered in partial stages throughout my experience at the transpo, my bag was treated as a security threat and possible explosive device, and i apparently was the terrorist mastermind behind the plot to blow up the transpo. i suppose i was abnormally upset about the closing of boston burger/chester fried chicken and needed to enact my revenge on the unknowing patrons of city place.

while i appreciate the pains that were taken to circumvent my jihad plot, one question for the security staff remains: why would i purposefully accidentally leave my bag behind? with all of my prescription medications, sheet music for rehearsals, day planner, ipod, and house keys inside? furthermore, why would i use a $75 incase laptop bag to house an explosive device? typically speaking, one should use an l.l. bean backpack that says “suzie” which one purchases at the goodwill for such purposes.

i should clearly think again the next time i want to accidentally leave my bag behind at city place.

I rule.

For your sin of pride, I curse you for all eternity.

(Unfazed, Odysseus boards his ship and sets SAIL for Greece, where his family is awaiting his RETURN from Troy. A STORM happens, and it drives them off course into the MEDITERRANEAN, where they come upon a strange LAND owned by the giant Cyclops POLYPHEMUS who eats some of the men ALL UP, but then they ESCAPE. Still lost, they run into the island of the sorceress CIRCE who turns some of Odysseus’ men into ANIMALS, and it takes YEARS before they escape, and then they sail by some singing SIRENS, but they can’t hear because they have STUFF in their ears. Then they come upon an island where there is a field of HERBS, and they all get HIGH, until Odysseus says it’s time to GO. Then Odysseus’ men let a WIND out of a BAG, and some more men DIE. And they sail on to HADES to talk to some DEAD people, and some more men DIE. And they steer the ship between the six headed monster SCYLLA and the torrential whirlpool CHARYBDIS, and Scylla makes some more men DIE, and Charybdis makes the rest of them DIE. Then the ship busts up into a JILLION pieces, but Odysseus is SAVED by the nymph Calypso who confines him to her ISLAND because she thinks he’s HOT, and she wants his BODY. Then years later she lets him GO, but Poseidon is determined to terrorize him FURTHER. And then SUDDENLY Odysseus has an IDEA.)

Poseidon, I am sorry.

Ok, you can go home now.

(Odysseus goes home.)

…and i said, “okay!”

amy winehouse is in fucking rehab! 

hello darlings!  it’s been far too long.  i’m at work right now and have nothing better to do so i am blogging!  huzzah!

so into the woods went off without a hitch.  we were absolutely fantastic, and got many compliments and glowing reviews of our production.  we’re fabulotastic.

coming up for me, i’ll be performing in a cabaret as a fundraiser for operahub on august 26.  i’ll be sure to keep you all posted as details become known.

I MOVE INTO THE NEW APT THIS WEEKEND!  i am so effing excited i can’t even contain myself.  the woodlawn is going to be so good.  so good.

party tomorrow night.  you know what that means!  COCKTAILS!!

woot.

peace&love.  and congrats to whoopi for being on the view.

the green green room
with a closet in the back
the green green room
i can’t wait til i unpack