Well, it's been a while. I've been sorta busy over the past few weeks, if you can believe that. I've had too many insignificant thoughts that would have fit all too well on this site, so I'll try to dig them up before I go into what the hell I've been doing.

First off, how do I watch a single other channel than National Geographic? This channel is absolutely ridiculous with how damn cool it is. Now, I don't know much about clams except for the fact that I enjoy eating them, though not as much as I enjoy eating oysters and mussels. I don't know how they live, how the defend themselves off of preditors. So, I'm currently watching this show about these little sea creatures (actually, they're in a lake, I believe), and they're talking about how these little guys survive under the frozen surface. For those of you who eat clams, have you seen the ones that have that enormous leg thingy that attaches itself to the shell? It's sometimes bigger than the rest of the clam. Well, I hate that piece. It's super gooey and it looks like a giant purple erect penis. On this show, they show the clam fighting and swimming and it uses this enormous penis leg to virtually walk across the sea floor. Looks like something in Beetlegeuse when the sculptures come alive. Freaky.

Also, isn't it so disappointing for some reason when you're watching one of these shows and they show humans?

Oh my God. There is a show called phobias and next week it's on clowns. I need to see that.

So, what have I been doing? Where have I been...hmm....So, I had my wisdom teeth out, we're up to speed there. I had my RENT audition, that's right. Yeah, it went very well. I can honestly say that it was the best I could do, and for that, I was more excited than anything. They really liked me and though the position was not open due to the return of an old Maureen, they still called me back top sing for the director. Holy shit, is that going to be scary. I think I sing on the RENT stage with the director and a few others way in the back of the theatre. Like Chorus Line, actually. I need to work on breath support and just working that muscle more. I'm way out of practice and I definitely don't have the strength to work two shows a day for weeks on end. I'd be reduced to a whisper in three days. So weird out that happens. My friend Mike was like me in the Bostonians where we could sing all day for months and never get tired, NEVER sound hoarse. When I started to lose that was living in NYC on the show. This is why I tried to sing as much as possible, but a few of my roommates were less understanding than I needed. I haven't had the opportunity to sing as much as I needed, so my voice is tired. Back to Mike, he just joined this show in Boston and after only a few rehearsals, his voice was exhausted. So sad how that happens.

My roommates now are SO great about it. Scarred from my NYC experience, every time I want to sing a note in my room, I run around my house and get permission from each and every roommate. They are overwhelmingly enthusiastic. "Lori, of course you can, you don't have to ask," said Lauren. Aahhh...so nice. I'm worried as fuck right now though because I think I forgot to tell my roommates to water my plants, and I've been gone for two weeks. Hmmm...need to email them now.

Yeah, so the Rent thingy went well, and that makes me feel pretty amazing. Now this lady at that casting agency wants me to audition for some hip hop movie. You tell me. I think that'll just be some funny experience, but I think I can guarantee I will not be landing that one. By the way, I don't even have a headshot. My resume is a comical list of the musicals I did in high school. This woman at CBS has been calling me asking me how my "acting is going." I didn't know i had acting, so i guess it's going just fine. She's calling about soap operas. Fuck yeah, I'll do those things. I may not suck completely at that, which isn't saying much about acting in that realm, but whatever, we all know that. Then I got this Yoga video coming out at the end of November, so it looks like I have a lot going on in my life. Sadly, it is not true. That video could sell a billion copies, and I don't see a dime of it, not to mention that I don't consider that positive exposure being that my body is normal and in no way Hollywood's version of attractive these days. No no, I'm not being typical self-deprecating as I usually am. I think the video is a great workout, but I don't think I'm a Jane Fonda, that's all. I don't think there is anything wrong with my acknowledging that. Anyway, my point is, though it seems like I have a lot going on, I don't. Back to tending bar until I figure out a bit more about what to do with these part of my life.

Right, so then I was off to Chicago. I like that town. Don't know too much about it, but I got to hang in it, hit up the bars, see the sites, I guess you could say. It's hard. I'm so prejudiced. I only recently accepted Boston as a city I could love as much as New York, and in certain ways, I love it more. I'm learning to love LA, and now Chicago? Either way, it's amazing, and there is a little goose there that I want to eat alive because it is so damn cute I can barely control myself.

Then into my first cross-country drive (well, have the country). God, this country is fucking enormous. And SO beautiful. I can't even believe Colorado and Utah.

Then, into Vegas. Let me tell you how i feel about Vegas. Okay, gambling. I've discovered something about gambling that I wasn't sure about before. I hate gambling. That's it. I always thought it was stupid, and I never really saw the point when it's guaranteed that all you'll have ended up doing is handing your money over the casino. Some people say that you're paying for entertainment. Okay, I can see that concept, but it doesn't really work. I mean, we went to a Cirque de Solei (sp?), those tickets were expensive, maybe up around $80 or even more, but that was the most incredible two hours there ever were. We bought two hours of REAL entertainment which is followed by a lifetime of memories because you could never forget the shit that those talented individuals do with their body. Following that show, we walk into a casino and watch $100 vanish in less than twenty minutes.

"Here, I bet $10 (ten is the minimum) that the ball will land on a black number."

"Red."

"Okay, that was fun. Let's do this a few more times." It takes minutes. Who would EVER make a TEN DOLLAR bet on something so small and so not guaranteed? I mean, I don't even make ten dollar bets on shit I know about, on things that I can remember. There is a 50/50 chance I'll be wrong. Is that worth ten dollars? Seriously, for someone who has no money, I have no right playing with ten dollars. It could be fun if I were playing with nickels or dimes, but I think that's just it. A lot of those people in Vegas have millions of dollars, and five dollars IS a nickel, ten IS a dime. Fine, that makes more sense. I'll try that gambling thing again maybe I have that kind of money, for now, I still have rent checks to worry about.

I still had a great time, and I plan on returning at some point. There are so many shows, and the Bellagio fountains are reason enough to go back if for nothing else.

Okay, we're up to date, I believe. I'm watching the Year of the Locusts on Nature's Nightmares on the National Geographic channel, so we'll talk later.