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Wednesday, January 15, 2003 @ 12:13 PM
So... I was thinking, when I finally get around to updating again, I would change the name of my 'blog. It's been Connection for two and a half years. And, "Connection" is just kinda... generic. And Katie and Chelle and Dan all recently have changed the names of their 'blogs... annoying since I now need to make brand new buttons for them... plus add Katie Sebald and Josh. Jeez, people, you keep me busy don't you? Someday, I'm also going to add a little thing in the side-panel... Under "Work" it will talk about what I do at Rambo House (and list the random-amusing-names) and then under "Play" it will say "All the things that keep me from doing work while I'm there."
Oh, and Erin came over last night to watch Buffy, but it wasn't on! Curse you, UPN! We talked though, and her mom called to talk with her about waffles and breast augmentation. Silly moms.
I had the weirdest dream last night... I was a last minute replacement for someone in a play... and Jeff was in it... And I knew the lines, but not the blocking or anything, and at the end, Jeff tells me that I'm dead, and I'm supposed to lie perfectly still like I'm dead, but I didn't know that, so I kept saying my lines, thinking it was some kind of metaphorical death or something... but afterwards, everyone told me I ruined the whole play. I apologized to the director, but he was like, "Well, I guess we'll cancel the rest of the performances, since you obviously can't handle this role." And Jeff was like, "Jeez, Kellie, you're supposed to be dead! Get with it!" But, if I was supposed to be literally dead, why did I have more lines in the script?!? Anyway... so, I told this dream to Dan and asked him what I thought it meant. And we decided it means that Jeff wants me dead. Or that I think I'm a huge failure... It could be about wanting desperately to get back into theatre, but feeling like I can't hack it. None of these are terribly pleasant interpretations... =(
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