tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57230682011-08-12T09:11:45.154-07:00Dancing Wordscaught between two stressful careers, a young woman turns to bloggingChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1107804488322138222005-02-07T11:27:00.000-08:002005-02-07T11:28:08.330-08:00Horoscope 2/7/05
"It's all good -- and go ahead and stress the 'all.' There's just no way you can escape being romantically involved now. But who loves being in love more than you? Just tread lightly on the toes of all interested parties."
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1105998517344178542005-01-17T13:43:00.000-08:002005-01-17T13:48:37.343-08:00Ah, I have all the time in the world to write posts now.
Now that I've got a torn ligament and a hematoma keeping me on the couch for 4-6 weeks...
Choreography sessions for Blind Dog Ballet? Canceled.
Open call for "Hairspray" national tour? I can't go.
Once-a-year Graham-based workshop at Peridance - and company audition to follow? Not a chance I'll be there. And I actually had a chance at Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1105144177199035522005-01-07T16:21:00.000-08:002005-02-07T11:28:29.736-08:00"You could be rough or selfish, and still leave anyone you touched begging for more. These days you lead a charmed life of attractive power and beauty for its own sake. If you weren't so nice you'd be dangerous."
-From my horoscope today 1/7
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1104217179444655192004-12-27T22:56:00.000-08:002004-12-27T22:59:39.443-08:00My December
the shorter the day, the longer the night
the longer the night, the stronger the longing
December, you know not what you've done
despite its coldness, your kiss ignites
invokes holiness, inspires hymns
eliminates my hesitations, illuminates the darkness inside
December, the mysterious, mischievious girl
one cannot help but love.
at once frigid and full of warmth,
like that of the Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1091119629363819382004-07-29T09:33:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:47:09.363-07:00My absence can only be explained by the exhaustion I feel after a typical day of my new career as a professional dancer, teacher and choreographer. But I don't feel sorry for neglecting this blog, because this exhaustion is more than the physical result of hard work. If it had a tangible form it would look like a giant, shining trophy.
These days, there isn't a single day going by that doesn't Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1091118774604852782004-06-19T11:30:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:32:54.603-07:00Woke up today and thought I'd been dreaming it all.
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1091118148968501532004-06-18T09:16:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:26:25.050-07:00What's kind of cool about the last two baseball games I covered - the CHSAA championships a few days ago at Keyspan Park, and the PSAL championships today at Shea Stadium - is that they are the last two games I'm covering for Newsday.
I told Elaine I'm not coming back next year. This took courage and I'll admit I'm still a little unsure just how wise this decision is. It's not like I won't haveChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1091117806169986652004-06-14T23:30:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:16:46.170-07:00The most incredible thing happened today. It's what, my third time taking the bellydance class at Broadway Dance Center? The instructor, Amira Mor, offered me a spot in the show she is producing at the Aladdin Nightclub in Hackensack, N.J. I'm not getting paid, but she's giving me a few free classes at BDC and at another studio where she teaches, and I'll get to perform alongside the girls in herChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1091117550669807552004-05-24T23:00:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:12:30.670-07:00Despite feeling like I have the flu, I went to dance class tonight. I tried "bellydancing" for the first time, and I'm suddenly addicted. This is something I can learn from scratch - there will be no catching-up on technique here, no feelings of vast inadequacy, just straightforward learning. And what a workout!! Mmmm. I think I just found a cure for the flu. I'm gonna go to bed now.
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1091118638336560782004-04-25T21:26:00.000-07:002004-07-29T09:30:38.336-07:00So... very... tired...
But this was one weekend worth the energy. AnnMarie's wedding came and went in a flash of champagne bubbles and white chiffon. I close my eyes and remember the sting of tears in my eyes at the altar watching my best friend get hitched, remember the champagne in the limo even before the wedding ceremony began, remember the bright sun glinting off the firetruck that the Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1082383548453842432004-04-19T07:05:00.000-07:002004-04-19T07:08:44.640-07:00Here is your horoscope for Saturday, April 17:
"You're craving intensity, and you'll stop at nothing to get it. Before you dash off to try skydiving, consider this: Isn't there someone you've been thinking of inviting over? Sounds equally exciting -- and a whole lot safer."
Talk about craving intensity, yesterday was AnnMarie's bachelorette party. I never knew watching men dress up like women Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1081950186777021652004-04-14T06:43:00.000-07:002004-04-14T06:47:18.576-07:00OK so I can explain the disappearance. I mean, I've just been a bit busier than usual. There's a huge package of stories due tomorrow, dance today and kickline tomorrow, the bachelorette party this weekend, kickline tryouts next week and the wedding right after that. I'll be absent a few more days but I just needed to throw this down real quick.
"22"
days like today,
he knows 22 for what it is.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1080149510880659352004-03-24T09:31:00.000-08:002004-03-24T09:34:20.763-08:00Just discovered this. Call it my new obsession.
http://www.naughtygirlx.com
These chicks are kindred spirits. One day, I'm going to do THAT with my blog.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1080024948127196662004-03-22T22:55:00.000-08:002004-03-22T22:58:16.233-08:00sitting on the couch, i can hear
my landlord is making pirate noises
loudlyChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079941220613629962004-03-21T23:40:00.000-08:002004-03-21T23:42:48.140-08:00Warning to any of my co-workers reading this: If I don't get to cover the state tournament this weekend I am going to quit.
I would rather be unemployed than work for a corporation THAT unfair to its employees.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079941019238851852004-03-21T23:36:00.000-08:002004-03-21T23:39:26.796-08:00Today's Horoscope: You have everything to gain and nothing to hide. Less charitable people would call you an exhibitionist. Your fans will have to catch you when they can - your season is already looking busy.
FYI, I'm fine with being an exhibitionist...Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079814915988440812004-03-20T12:35:00.000-08:002004-03-20T12:37:41.950-08:00New stuff. Ready for this?
"What Needs To Be Justified"
if every love could be like his
the world, in fact, would only suspect
the very idea that love exists at all
his mistress he would secretly credit
for devising his capital-P Plan
the most effective and all too logical course of action
taken in decades to limit the growth and spread
of divorce
lest it touch his family, too
together, what Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079736466283454802004-03-19T14:47:00.000-08:002004-03-19T14:50:11.373-08:00My skipping dance class today has everything to do with the whirlwind of strange stuff that has happened to me since Wednesday. The PSAL championships at Madison Square Garden was loads of fun to cover, and the reporters all went out for drinks after the game. First there was a certain joke that got waayyy out of hand, then I started drinking and wound up losing my laptop computer and car keys atChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079418248987231132004-03-15T22:24:00.000-08:002004-03-15T22:26:30.610-08:00Quote of the Day: "T-shirts and panties??? That's lesbianism!" - Rob, said while interrogating me on the sleepover parties my friends and I had as teenagers, particularly in response to our usual sleep attire at said sleepover parties - which I guarantee hadn't been given a second thought, because even the girls who eventually outed themselves as lesbians were still locked in the closet at that Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079194248752103102004-03-13T08:10:00.000-08:002004-03-13T08:13:07.936-08:00I dreamt last night that my drink at a club got fixed with some kind of drug in it, and that I got really sick and Rich and everyone tried to persecute me for trippin' even though it wasn't my fault. I woke up and this is my horoscope:
"Entertain and educate all guests at the party of your choice. You're working from an internal script that no one else can anticipate. Indulge yourself, but pay Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079112507338490802004-03-12T09:28:00.000-08:002004-03-12T09:30:45.390-08:00Horoscope for Today: "Make someone's day. Fire energy plays out in your romantic or musical style. You attract press coverage and fans by simply being yourself. It's hard to imagine a happier ending for this chapter of your story."
*I* am going to attract press coverage?
Hahahahaha.
Talk about conflict of interest!
I am, however, looking forward to the girls 'B' game tonight. It's one of Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079062050114723322004-03-11T19:27:00.000-08:002004-03-11T19:29:47.500-08:00Inside-Out
I keep telling myself it's okay that I didn't leave the house today or Tuesday.
Gotta rest up for the coming week, right?
Girls basketball games Friday and Saturday, bridesmaid dress shopping Saturday night, dance class on Sunday and Monday, PSAL previews Monday and Tuesday, show Tuesday night at Turtle Bay, Madison Square Garden on Wednesday, citizenship dinner on Thursday, then Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079061375260905032004-03-07T22:16:00.000-08:002004-03-11T19:19:08.500-08:00Who else could share her day with
...50 screaming kickline girls
...A bunch of really pompous basketball coaches and players who speak only in cliches
...Two attack dogs on a dead-end street in Brooklyn
and still smile at the end?Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1079057953907462912004-03-06T23:50:00.000-08:002004-03-11T18:21:31.360-08:00I can't believe I survived covering four basketball games in one day. At least I know I've made progress since joining the N---day staff. It used to take me two hours to write a story and I'd get it perfect so the copy desk wouldn't have to change a word. Today I wrote four stories in that time and the copy desk still didn't have to change much. Maybe it's a trade-off, seeing as how my interest Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1078543294896852242004-03-05T19:21:00.000-08:002004-03-05T19:23:46.373-08:00Meant to post this sooner. I'm not sure that this is necessarily a good thing...
"When I Was Stoned"
1. Wrote in an e-mail: "All i know about is divorce and separation."
2. Wrote in an e-mail: I want to "GIVE ANNMARIE THE MOST SEXUALLY-INAPPROPRATE-I-AM-WOMAN-HEAR-ME-ROAR FINAL SEND-OFF INTO THE WORLD OF MONOGAMOUS CELIBACY THAT IS KNOWN AS MARRIAGE, AS MY BEST FRIEND DESERVES!"
3. Wrote in a Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1078505891726510602004-03-05T08:58:00.000-08:002004-03-05T19:24:30.390-08:00First person I talked to today: Daddy
Last time I had spoken to him: Sometime around January 6, his birthday
What he wanted: A ride to a job interview tomorrow, which I can't do because I don't have the spare time
For lots of reasons lately I've been dwelling on the effect he's had on my life. Probably one of those reasons is how fresh in my mind has been the effect that his leaving Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1078503800239742092004-03-05T08:23:00.000-08:002004-03-05T08:25:31.390-08:00Horoscope: "You're in the top rank of any game or sport. Lovers and other admirers can't get enough of you. Be a ray of sunshine on someone else's dark day. Even the smallest gift means so much."
What a fuckin' cool horoscope!!!Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1078371612398723612004-03-03T19:40:00.000-08:002004-03-03T19:42:21.606-08:00Quote of the Day: "There goes our excuse to drink." - Several Newsday reporters/editors, inside the elevator on our way back upstairs after police evacuated our building when a suspicious package was found in the lobby.
At least we still had an excuse as to why we missed deadline tonight. It was actually kind of cool. I don't think I'd spoken to my co-workers that much since the Christmas party,Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1077647355238116132004-02-24T10:29:00.000-08:002004-02-24T10:31:16.200-08:00The case for believing in Astrology: On calmer days, my horoscope is so boring I don't even bother posting. And it hits me right then, my horoscope was exactly right...
I'm supposed to work Thursday and Friday for this guy my mom used to work for at VU. I'm so broke I wouldn't otherwise have signed on for this, but the guy is giving me $15 an hour for the most brainless work EVER and I'm going Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1077426321463781842004-02-21T21:05:00.000-08:002004-02-21T21:07:20.216-08:00Quote of the Day: "Dude, she said she wants to rape you!" - My friend Jason joking about what I said to a 17-year-old high school wrestler who tried to get my phone number for his friend, also a high school wrestler. Oh yeah, what did I say? "Do you know what statutory rape is?"
Eating a grotesquely smushed turkey sandwich for dinner, struggling to keep my eyes open on a gorgeously mild SaturdayChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1077210875345149032004-02-19T09:14:00.000-08:002004-02-19T09:16:46.436-08:00"Whatever you decide, somebody is going to complain. With this in mind, you have the choice of being fair or selfish. Listen to your conscience and your heart to discover which has a louder voice."
My conscience is a deaf mute, I think.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1077169432869500982004-02-18T21:43:00.000-08:002004-02-18T21:50:33.793-08:00Regression, the New Fragrance from Calvin Klein
I have traveled in time back to freshman year of college, to that time I overslept and missed a final exam. Either that, or I need serious medication. I forgot to go to work today.
I forgot to go to work! I have missed games due to public transportation fiascos, I have shown up late because my boss never e-mailed out copies of the work schedule, Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1077127823629095582004-02-18T10:10:00.000-08:002004-02-18T10:12:18.873-08:00Horoscope: "Others count on you to be the steady, guiding hand. Great responsibility is almost too easy to abuse. Put in a reasonable amount of hard work before stopping to enjoy the perks of your position."
What else is new???Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1077081919859576712004-02-17T21:25:00.000-08:002004-02-17T21:27:14.356-08:00Quote of the Day: "Make it good, baby! Give me more of everything!" - obnoxious Greek waiter, yelling at someone in the kitchen, at coffee shop on Broadway between 56th & 57th
Today Kristina and I defined what it means to be obsessed with theatre. We got on an early train to Manhattan, took a theatre jazz class and a theatre tap class (3 hours total), ate dinner at one of those cheesy Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1076808196283576352004-02-14T17:23:00.000-08:002004-02-14T17:25:07.733-08:00"Leo stands fiery and irresistible at this celebration of love. Your embrace is like a drug to someone that has never known anything so intense. Whispered possibilities quickly ramp up to shouted promises."
Call me a drug, call me intense and I won't disagree. But my horoscope today is ironic because I HATE Valentine's Day. I can't remember at what point I started hating Valentine's Day; maybe Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1076562324909598032004-02-11T21:05:00.000-08:002004-02-11T21:07:13.623-08:00The audition yesterday for "Thin Line" felt less like an audition and more like a dance class where some of the girls got hired at the end.
Maybe one reason I felt that way was, I lent a spare pair of shoes to a girl who ended up getting kept at the cut that I didn't make. She even kicked me in the face and didn't realize it while we were learning the lyrical combination.
I am too nice, I Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1076296009781034932004-02-08T19:06:00.000-08:002004-02-08T19:08:35.360-08:00Haven't been this tired in a while. Doing this coaching thing alone is really hard. I really missed Jackie today when I was running around trying to get the girls together to dance. They looked really good but they placed last in everything and were bummed on the bus. I'm almost out of ideas.
I'm at the office now, in my 15th hour on maybe four hours of sleep on a day I was supposed to have offChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1076214093042558902004-02-07T20:21:00.000-08:002004-02-07T20:23:17.450-08:00I couldn't really get into "South Pacific," and I enjoyed "Cabaret," but when I put on "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat," I was mesmerized. I am definitely learning the difference between Rogers & Hammerstein, Andrew Lloyd Weber, Bob Fosse and Michel/Schoenberg...
I am also eating chips right now. Ssshhh.
Guess what? I got headshots done today. How I feel right now is like there Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1075669967263699182004-02-01T13:12:00.000-08:002004-02-01T13:14:25.530-08:00My skewed sense of spiritualism can probably be described as more pagan than anything else; I don't really bother myself with discussion of whether there is a God or fate or Heaven and Hell. My status as a Catholic is really more out of convenience for others in my family; actually, since I've been to church probably once within the past year, I can't even really say I have "status" as a CatholicChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1075602240247150532004-01-31T18:24:00.000-08:002004-01-31T18:25:37.530-08:00Where I really want to be right now is at the dance studio doing something to make the present look a little more like the future. What sickens me the most about having the flu is having to sit under covers, cold but sweating, sans appetite but there's no food in the house anyway, really just feeling miserable because today is yet another day I did not get up and dance. Did not get up and point Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1074883621471613952004-01-23T10:47:00.000-08:002004-01-23T10:49:00.793-08:00"The policy that was supposed to help isn't doing such a good job. If there must be a box, think outside of it. You're free to succeed or fail -- the choice shouldn't be that hard."
I suppose today's horoscope was referring to my attempts to get to dance class more often. Success, by the way, is not free for anyone, no matter how many times I tell myself I am an exception.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1074182954553438552004-01-15T08:09:00.000-08:002004-01-15T08:10:35.733-08:00"You're in the best movie you've ever seen, but this time it's happening to you."
Oooohhh!! I hope it has something to do with dancing.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1074143466246217072004-01-14T21:11:00.000-08:002004-01-14T21:12:26.950-08:00Training costs money, but:
Practice is free.
Discipline is free.
Heart is free.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1073959310157102652004-01-12T18:01:00.000-08:002004-01-12T18:03:08.903-08:00If I had to write a news story about my day today, I would have a hard time deciding what my lede would be.
Seeing (but not talking to) the guy from "Center Stage" at ballet class today?
The fact that I actually psyched myself up enough to go take ballet class at Broadway Dance (which I have for a long time considered my biggest challenge)?
The fact that I not only lasted through class withoutChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1073791784924094962004-01-10T19:29:00.000-08:002004-01-10T19:31:01.340-08:00Been a Craigslist fan for a while but just discovered "Rants and Raves." Go check it out... http://newyork.craigslist.org/rnr/ ...or better yet, just look up the Best Of Craigslist link, sit back and get ready for your ENTIRE EVENING to FLY BY.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1073708122671515572004-01-09T20:15:00.000-08:002004-01-09T20:16:38.360-08:00Psychosis of a Girl
I should be grateful, I realize, for possessing physical features which other people consider pleasing. It took a long time for me, late to school, late to work and late to womanhood, to even see it in myself. Never did I ask for beauty to become my identity, but it has, I think.
"Hey, beautiful."
"Call me later, beautiful."
"I miss you, beautiful."
What this feels like Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1073534107903901022004-01-07T19:55:00.000-08:002004-01-07T19:56:21.030-08:00Dancers are snobs. That's the generally accepted rule, though lately I have been meeting a lot of exceptions, which would probably exempt me as well if i'm being sociable, right? Two weeks in a row I tried going to SC's modern class, but ended up chatting instead with the girls in the class who were also waiting for the teacher to come. Consensus is this is one class I have GOT to take, but with Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1073281237026126922004-01-04T21:40:00.000-08:002004-01-04T21:41:47.390-08:00"These days you're an experience junkie. If you haven't done something before, you're the first in line to try it. Serious people are calling you names. Just remind them how much you truly enjoy being alive."
Yes, but who is going to remind me? Refer to my previous post.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1073281197474070612004-01-04T21:39:00.000-08:002004-01-04T21:41:07.840-08:00T-minus 16.5 hours until the phone gets shut off and my car insurance gets canceled, 57.6 hours since I used my whole paycheck to pay this month's rent, 8 hours until I get really hungry and there's nothing to eat, 5 hours since I left dance class feeling just as empty.
I am falling behind.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1072042674937250042003-12-21T13:37:00.000-08:002003-12-21T13:38:51.250-08:00"Your voice may be quiet, but your thoughts are wild. Shake off your cares and throw yourself into a daring situation. Anyone that's good enough to be friends with Leo is in for a big treat."
Whoever said that's my horoscope for today obviously forgot to go to my Christmas party last night. Rich walked down my stairs at the very moment I was going to join some fellas outside for a smoke, took a Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1071246670129792852003-12-12T08:31:00.000-08:002003-12-12T08:31:57.513-08:00"Don't get mad -- get excited. A threat or insult suddenly strikes your ears as a healthy challenge. Shake off your lethargy as the adrenaline kicks in. There's nothing wrong with Leo that a call to action won't cure."
I think my boss is paying off whomever does the daily astrology newsletter I get. Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1071160189923072452003-12-11T08:29:00.000-08:002003-12-11T08:30:36.543-08:00"Emotions continue to play an awkward role in your rough-and-tumble life. Seek nurturing companions and confess freely. Hearing the sound of your own complaints may be all the problem solving that you need."
Either that, or all these decisions need to be just a little easier to make.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1070475564042506422003-12-03T10:19:00.000-08:002003-12-03T10:20:02.733-08:00"As long as you don't hurt anyone, you can probably do as you please. The stars give you a wink and promptly look the other way. Leo's most satisfactory outcome would be learning something new."
I'll get back to you on that.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1070250477041575192003-11-30T19:47:00.000-08:002003-11-30T19:48:32.716-08:00The e-mail containing what should have been today's horoscope was blank. That's like getting an empty fortune cookie. I feel a little bit doomed, I think.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1070250212446152252003-11-30T19:43:00.000-08:002003-11-30T19:44:08.186-08:00Damn, I've gotten off topic. This goddamn blog has become so dramatic and self-serving it's ridiculous. I signed on today to write an update on how my new career is coming along.
Or isn't, actually.
I did make it to dance class today for the first time in a long time but I actually felt nervous - there were butterflies in my stomach because I hadn't gone in so long and I was so nervous that I Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1070249722132392382003-11-30T19:35:00.000-08:002003-11-30T19:35:57.983-08:00The two-dozen Jello shots, minus four, are now sitting in the fridge in my office. They were supposed to come out with me last night for consumption by some friends on the train but they got left behind accidentally. I must look like the office alcoholic now.
The pumpkin pie, minus four slices, it's good but it's still in my fridge unable to be shared by my friends. The bottle of wine, somehow Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1069990993713060692003-11-27T19:43:00.000-08:002003-11-27T19:43:46.640-08:00Fucking friends conspiring against me to keep me inside. All I wanna do tonight is get fucked up and where are the calls to my cell when I need them to validate my life? Suppose it's a good thing cuz last year when I saw MJ at AVC's X-mas party with the new GF, I for some reason was unable to find my usual sense of detachment and left the shindig crying. I can't believe I baked a pie, bought a Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1069797405487126152003-11-25T13:56:00.000-08:002003-11-25T13:57:16.640-08:00One other note: With the last three days off from work (hallelujah!) I have actually found the time to pick up my acrylics again and actually do something productive. So far, I'm fairly satisfied with the results. To any of my friends reading this: don't be surprised when you get paintings from me for Christmas...Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1069797217459492602003-11-25T13:53:00.000-08:002003-11-25T13:54:08.623-08:00The case for believing in astrology and/or other occult-related paraphernalia: My horoscope for today reads, "When lovable rogues run free, the good people of the world have nothing to fear. Romance thrives when the air is scented with danger. Enjoy this accelerated lifestyle while you can get away with it."Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1069037237123315732003-11-16T18:47:00.000-08:002003-11-16T18:54:30.513-08:00Attempted to go to Josh Widick's jazz technique class today. Got on an E train that for some reason was running on the F line. Bottom fucking line: train was going to take me nowhere near class and I wasn't going to make it in time. File that under Big Fat Waste of Time.
Not like I really should have spared the cash for the class, anyway.
At least while I was on the train I sketched a series ofChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1068943332375805152003-11-15T16:42:00.000-08:002003-11-15T16:42:33.326-08:00Meant to write sooner, really I did. But in between missing dance for work and missing work for kickline and missing time for myself in order to pay the rent, I was somehow unable to do as I intended to do. I called out sick from work last night, having been infected with an intense downward spirovirus that's been causing me to withdraw from everything and everyone. I woke up at two p.m. today Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1067748580917991812003-11-01T20:49:00.000-08:002003-11-01T20:54:55.596-08:00The Most Revealing of Dialogues
KS: no getting married here not for a long time anway
CS: yeah. same here.
CS: but its really weird
CS: cuz lately, especially with ann making all the plans and everything, i've been thinking a lot about it
CS: i've had a lot of wedding-related dreams lately, including dreams in which i'm getting married
KS: to whom
CS: all different people in my dreams... Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1067104002829203032003-10-25T10:46:00.000-07:002003-10-25T10:46:42.130-07:00Last night I watched "Out of Sight" at Guy's house, and now I'm even more hell-bent on my movie catch-up crusade. The list on the fridge has grown to two pages and there are only five crossed out so far.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1067038714255173002003-10-24T16:38:00.000-07:002003-10-24T16:38:33.750-07:00I learned today that the digits of my cell phone number can easily be flashed using only the fingers on one hand. I learned this while driving to work. I was an hour late, but at least the ride there was the most entertaining one I've ever endured.
From the minute I got onto the packed Southern State until the moment I had to exit the inundated Cross Island, this dark red car - or more Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1067018086821484912003-10-23T10:54:00.000-07:002003-10-24T16:44:24.043-07:00I no longer think of high notes as high notes, because if I think of them that way, I'll never be able to reach them. Instead they are simply "small notes." My deep breaths reach my stomach now and I don't even care that my size-six belly swells when I take one. It's been a week since my first voice lesson last Friday and I've felt like a slightly different person ever since.
Two days later, I Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1065838021631474022003-10-10T19:07:00.000-07:002003-10-10T19:07:01.660-07:00I doubt one of my kickline girls will ever come across this site. They hardly even look at the website i maintain specifically for them, http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/iths_kickline . But I need to say just how proud I am of them for today's Pep Rally performance. It's my ninth year of attending or participating in Island Trees Pep Rally in some way, and this is the first time in a long time it Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1065639650362161672003-10-08T12:00:00.000-07:002003-10-08T12:02:30.410-07:00Four hours. I got four hours of good, restful sleep between midnight and nine a.m. this morning. How could that have happened? It all started out so auspiciously: I washed down some Tylenol Cold & Flu and the day's dose of Ortho-Lo with some water, and went to sleep satsfied with having planned a full, exciting Wednesday.
But I remember waking up soon after, paranoid that I'd forgotten somethingChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1065547869388166432003-10-07T10:31:00.000-07:002003-10-07T10:31:09.076-07:00These two poems should suffice as evidence of what I've been doing in the weeks since I last posted - writing. I'm back in full-swing at the paper, kickline is making me too tired to do anything fun, I spent a week in Seattle with the nephews, and I finally have the cash for voice lessons but I have a cold that still won't let me go. Shit's holdin me back, yo, somethin's got to keep me movin'...
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1064282271958088962003-09-22T18:57:00.000-07:002003-09-22T18:57:51.300-07:00I am so tired! I am so tired that I have nothing creative or interesting or relevant to say! Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1064182369853353192003-09-21T15:12:00.000-07:002003-09-21T15:12:49.830-07:00"Even if they like boxing, curse like a sailor and fuck like a porn star... NOT a real man."
- Chrissy, 5:54 pm... A description which I just realized fits a couple of recent ex boyfriends, said while Lauren and I were bitching about ... well ... boys.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1064083195740555962003-09-20T11:39:00.000-07:002003-09-20T11:39:55.300-07:00Nobody ever talks about the dark side of heroism.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1064011971888329432003-09-19T15:52:00.000-07:002003-09-19T15:52:51.306-07:00More fun horoscopes:
Wednesday, September 10
"Leo should redefine his or her needs. You might already have what you're trying in vain to get. Spending time with your art turns an annoying loop into a fulfilling circle."
Kinds of art I at which I excel: Writing. Dancing. Singing. Seducing men.
What I'm left wondering: Which are are we talking about here? Aw hell, I think maybe I'll just spend Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063950675398255032003-09-18T22:51:00.000-07:002003-09-18T22:51:14.846-07:00It didn't work. Maybe it's never gonna happen. Maybe I have to get used to not getting my way sometimes. I'm going to have some ice cream and go to bed. I have a train to catch in five hours and my car is still parked behind Munchaba.Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063950575828305512003-09-18T22:49:00.000-07:002003-09-18T22:49:35.300-07:00Ok, Blogger, I'm giving you one last chance to NOTICE ME!!!Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063950447622370442003-09-18T22:47:00.000-07:002003-09-18T23:07:03.506-07:00If my blog would only appear on Blogger's "Blogs of Note" list - or even just "Fresh Blogs" - my life would be validated.
That's not to say I'm not otherwise noteworthy. It felt good to get recognition from most of the people in the bar tonight for reading my new poem "An Afterthought" and that old-reliable favorite, "Sans Larmes." Funny how people love that one just because it's in French and Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063860974545644842003-09-17T21:56:00.000-07:002003-09-17T21:56:14.756-07:00"Thought-provoking feelings... and feeling-provoking thoughts..."Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063854097060556482003-09-17T20:01:00.000-07:002003-09-17T20:01:37.163-07:00Song lyrics in my head right now: "There's got to be more to life / than chasin' down every temporary high / would you satisfy me? / i'm trippin' out thinking there must be more to life / well there's life, but i'm sure / there's got to be more." ....Stacey Orrico
What I'm doing while thinking of this song: Sitting behind a computer putting college scores into newspaper format for tomorrow's Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063833298926647622003-09-17T14:14:00.000-07:002003-09-17T14:15:18.273-07:00An Afterthought
The logical lover says "goodnight";
the passionate, he says "sweet dreams."
Though logic is but what it seems,
it is passion that may be right.
Copyright 2003 - C.E. Sampson
Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-106373928406904712003-09-16T12:08:00.000-07:002003-09-16T12:08:04.160-07:00What's amazing about last night's kickline choreography session is the ease with which my ideas flowed when working with someone whose vision and excitement are compatible with mine. It's okay that I haven't been to a dance class in two weeks because I've been making real contributions to my future in other ways, including my abilities as a choreographer.
In all aspects of my life, this is the Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063737808749951642003-09-16T11:43:00.000-07:002003-09-16T11:46:12.473-07:00Someone relatively new to my life - someone amazing in many ways - told me how much he enjoyed hearing me read this poem aloud at our favorite poetry club. Lately in my writing I've been doubting my ability to keep up with those around me. Maybe if I stick that poem here, I won't feel so far behind.
Joseph Was A Carpenter
I come to you tonight
bearing scars freshly incurred
when newfound Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063088682134051602003-09-08T23:24:00.000-07:002003-09-08T23:24:42.150-07:00I'd like to share a few recent horoscopes that have lodged themselves into my brain, courtesy of AOL's network astrologer.
Sunday, September 7
"Everyone gets to have their own definition of freedom. Good neighbors might end up on opposite sides of a border dispute. Try using new ways to navigate a situation that you generally handle on autopilot."
What I did that day: Began a personal journey ofChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1063003893222983812003-09-07T23:51:00.000-07:002003-09-07T23:51:50.470-07:00Back at the newspaper, there are new computers. My favorite fast-food joint is gone - burnt down and closed for good. A few unfamiliar faces gave me their rendition of a greeting (read: none at all). Deadlines are the one constant, and I suppose it's something of a comfort. Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1062476833527534742003-09-01T21:27:00.000-07:002003-09-01T21:27:13.516-07:00It's been about a week since I've posted, and it's been an adventurous one, from walking around naked in my apartment to wedding dress shopping to untangling myself from the sh*t that I always get myself into. My Blind Date is set for this coming Thursday. Yeah, I'm going on Blind Date and there isn't a single person who doesn't have something to say about it.
From Rich: "I better not see you Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1061885932673680202003-08-26T01:18:00.000-07:002003-08-26T01:18:52.846-07:00I promised myself I'd be in bed ten minutes ago, but I still have energy. It's like 4:07 a.m. and I have to be somewhere in about seven hours, but that's beside the point.
Despite having worked my calves, quads, hams, glutes and abdominal muscles, I have energy. Despite dancing and choreographing for an hour to Daniel Bedingfield's "James Dean," I have energy. Despite the three loads of laundry,Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1061861474996411672003-08-25T18:31:00.000-07:002003-08-25T18:31:14.990-07:00A chipmunk called my cellphone and left me a voicemail today. The chipmunk, however, said I was "adorable" and invited me for a Blind Date interview. This could be interesting.
After rereading yesterday's post, I realized I needed to add a few things. At the insistence of my good friend Nick, I need to point out that not ALL journalism is cookie-cutter journalism. Just what I learned in school, Chrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723068.post-1061787879889796432003-08-24T22:04:00.000-07:002003-08-24T22:07:47.936-07:00I have written maybe three coherent sentences since getting laid off from my newspaper job in June. Wish I had started this blog thing sooner - what a way to keep my prose-constructing abilities in blossoming health - but I wasn't properly inspired. I didn't discover my friend Lauren's uber-cool page until my birthday.
And by "birthday," I really mean the day of the blackout. Goddamn blackout. IChrissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01579737630192268756noreply@blogger.com