Pole Dancing
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at the age of 24 I voted for the first time. I know, I know, civic duty and all that, I just never wanted to vote if I didn't know what I was voting for. and since politics stick in my brain like oil on a diving board...I never voted. Until yesterday. I voted for three issues :) The start of a beautiful relationship I'm sure.
in other news:
a friend called me and told me that after my audition in May to be the Princess in the Pirate show...they want to meet with me tomorrow to "go over everything". They have a place for me as a fill in princess through the holidays. THis may seem like no big deal but this is a singing gig...singing and acting for 1000.00 / week (for the full time princess that is). That's good. and it's a national company having started in Florida. So I'm excited about tomorrow.
Then Friday at noon I will be a bicycle taxi in downtown Huntington Beach...it's 50/ 1.5 hours. I saw it in Craiglist and...I've always wanted to try it! paid to bike people around in my tank top and shorts? yes, thank you.
tonight I had an interview at the smallest, podunk bar in La Mirada....and I'll probably take the job. $50 a shift and tips, beer and wine only and all the old men and gangbangers you can flirt with. It's temporary and something I can put on my resume. However the owner/boss/operator did have a mullet. So, I don't know. and he said tastefull cleavage helps...he obviously didn't actually look at me...no cleavage tasteful or otherwise on this girl.
I went on a date...blech. Diedrichs by myself is not so bad afterall.
Have my bartending test on Friday at 6pm...I have some studying to do!
It's wierd to think that my whole life now, pretty much has to do with me - no kids, no family to take care of, no nothing. I keep trying to link it with someone else, or some greater purpose than to just make money for me, perform because I want to, strive for just my goals...it's empty. It frustrates me but I have nothing else to do. I have to be "successful" myself (whatever that illusive "successful" means). I talk about me, I think about what I'm to do, how I'm feeling...ugh. Look how may times "I" shows up just in this post!
at the age of 24 I voted for the first time. I know, I know, civic duty and all that, I just never wanted to vote if I didn't know what I was voting for. and since politics stick in my brain like oil on a diving board...I never voted. Until yesterday. I voted for three issues :) The start of a beautiful relationship I'm sure.
in other news:
a friend called me and told me that after my audition in May to be the Princess in the Pirate show...they want to meet with me tomorrow to "go over everything". They have a place for me as a fill in princess through the holidays. THis may seem like no big deal but this is a singing gig...singing and acting for 1000.00 / week (for the full time princess that is). That's good. and it's a national company having started in Florida. So I'm excited about tomorrow.
Then Friday at noon I will be a bicycle taxi in downtown Huntington Beach...it's 50/ 1.5 hours. I saw it in Craiglist and...I've always wanted to try it! paid to bike people around in my tank top and shorts? yes, thank you.
tonight I had an interview at the smallest, podunk bar in La Mirada....and I'll probably take the job. $50 a shift and tips, beer and wine only and all the old men and gangbangers you can flirt with. It's temporary and something I can put on my resume. However the owner/boss/operator did have a mullet. So, I don't know. and he said tastefull cleavage helps...he obviously didn't actually look at me...no cleavage tasteful or otherwise on this girl.
I went on a date...blech. Diedrichs by myself is not so bad afterall.
Have my bartending test on Friday at 6pm...I have some studying to do!
It's wierd to think that my whole life now, pretty much has to do with me - no kids, no family to take care of, no nothing. I keep trying to link it with someone else, or some greater purpose than to just make money for me, perform because I want to, strive for just my goals...it's empty. It frustrates me but I have nothing else to do. I have to be "successful" myself (whatever that illusive "successful" means). I talk about me, I think about what I'm to do, how I'm feeling...ugh. Look how may times "I" shows up just in this post!
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