Got back from that kind of workshop that's more like a religious experience than a training camp, sorta depended on my cat to entertain and cheer me up, but tonight, he had the bad taste to throw himself in front of a car. *facedesk*
At least the person who hit him called it in, and the police who brought him to me were such sweethearts, called him by name and had him wrapped in a blanket to show me.
So now I'm sad, happy that he died quickly and painlessly and that he had a pretty great last day, sad because I was already sad and because I'm gonna miss him. That feeling where the apartment is empty is the worst.
At least the person who hit him called it in, and the police who brought him to me were such sweethearts, called him by name and had him wrapped in a blanket to show me.
So now I'm sad, happy that he died quickly and painlessly and that he had a pretty great last day, sad because I was already sad and because I'm gonna miss him. That feeling where the apartment is empty is the worst.
So proud of my friends. :DDD
I've known Johan for six or seven years now. I remember meeting him, and him telling me he wanted to be a dancer. He'd just started dancing at age eighteen. Yeah right, boyo, right?
He applied to the Ballet Academy in Stockholm. Mhm, right, good luck with that.
But then he was accepted. I was pretty much flailing, like wtf?
And then he graduated, and he still wanted to be a dancer. Yeah riight, right?
But then he got gigs and jobs and then he danced in a company in Oslo for a while. I saw some clip on TV, was like eh, he's not bad, I guess.
And then I saw him dance in SOD at Atalante, and just. Holyshit.
I'm so frigging proud of him. (He's the blonde one at 46:18.)
I've known Johan for six or seven years now. I remember meeting him, and him telling me he wanted to be a dancer. He'd just started dancing at age eighteen. Yeah right, boyo, right?
He applied to the Ballet Academy in Stockholm. Mhm, right, good luck with that.
But then he was accepted. I was pretty much flailing, like wtf?
And then he graduated, and he still wanted to be a dancer. Yeah riight, right?
But then he got gigs and jobs and then he danced in a company in Oslo for a while. I saw some clip on TV, was like eh, he's not bad, I guess.
And then I saw him dance in SOD at Atalante, and just. Holyshit.
I'm so frigging proud of him. (He's the blonde one at 46:18.)
I'm possibly moving. A guy is switching apartments with me, we're signing contracts on Wednesday. Barring disaster, I'll be moving around March 3.
The guy's alone and possibly an alcoholic and completely unsentimental, he just said okay after seeing my current place, and didn't change his mind. I'm blown away.
Apartment has two rooms and no balcony, but a real kitchen with a gas stove and oven. I'm so excited to start cooking and baking there.
All my stuff that's been in storage since 2008 (out of defiance). Jeez. I can't believe I'll get to unpack. My books, my music, my clothes, my costume stuff, comics, kitchen stuff. Unpack all the things. Jeeez.
The landlord company (I have no English in my dictionary for this, heh) is a big one here, so if I want to move again, trading inside the company is really easy. And the apartment is five hundred meters from one of my closest friends, and it's close enough to downtown that I can go by bike in the summer. And five trams and numerous buses take me to the nearest stop.
And basically, after three stolen bikes, one burglary, one death threat to me and one to my cat (sold the cat to save her), unstable neighbours yelling at you for things you aren't responsible, junkies breaking into the staircase, junkie neighbours smoking weed in the staircase, feral cat problems so bad state issued hunters had to come shoot them, all the neighbourhood dogs always barking and leashed, etc etc etc; it can't get any worse.
Here's to greener pastures, even if they're next to an industrial neighbourhood... :P
The guy's alone and possibly an alcoholic and completely unsentimental, he just said okay after seeing my current place, and didn't change his mind. I'm blown away.
Apartment has two rooms and no balcony, but a real kitchen with a gas stove and oven. I'm so excited to start cooking and baking there.
All my stuff that's been in storage since 2008 (out of defiance). Jeez. I can't believe I'll get to unpack. My books, my music, my clothes, my costume stuff, comics, kitchen stuff. Unpack all the things. Jeeez.
The landlord company (I have no English in my dictionary for this, heh) is a big one here, so if I want to move again, trading inside the company is really easy. And the apartment is five hundred meters from one of my closest friends, and it's close enough to downtown that I can go by bike in the summer. And five trams and numerous buses take me to the nearest stop.
And basically, after three stolen bikes, one burglary, one death threat to me and one to my cat (sold the cat to save her), unstable neighbours yelling at you for things you aren't responsible, junkies breaking into the staircase, junkie neighbours smoking weed in the staircase, feral cat problems so bad state issued hunters had to come shoot them, all the neighbourhood dogs always barking and leashed, etc etc etc; it can't get any worse.
Here's to greener pastures, even if they're next to an industrial neighbourhood... :P
So I got a job.
I can't really believe it myself. I've had a lot of short term whatevers that I haven't made money off of, because they never reached above the welfare amount.
But this is like, a real job. That I didn't apply for, haha. They called me out of nowhere and said they'd found my CV, and they wanted me to come in for an interview.
Weirdest interview ever too, they'd already made up their minds, they really really liked me on paper. Interview was more like an introduction to the job.
They're a bunch of private x-ray clinics and also a construction firm, and they wanted to open up another clause on top of that, which was cleaning. So I'm hired as in charge of the cleaning bit. Which is basically me doing cleaning and handling schedules and such while they (we?) expand, and they've hired another guy just now, so I'm sort of the boss of him. It's insane. It's a real job.
The pay, when I get to working full time, is more than a fully educated teacher salary, which okay, isn't much when compared to male dominated professions, but compared to what I've lived off of since like 2003, it's an insane amount.
Still on welfare right now, but the job's picking up speed, and hopefully, I'll be getting proper paychecks in two months time. I'm sort of stunned and even though I've had weeks to get used to it, I really haven't. And it's been the smoothest transition ever too, everyone's so frigging nice and pleasant, and everything just makes sense.
Also, the car, yes I'm getting a car to drive to the needs-cleaning-places, used to be owned by one of the executives, so it's um. Not really a cleaning car? Looks like this, basically?
I mean, sadly in silver and not burnt orange, but what can you do, hey.
Basically, I think I'm supposed to be going crazy from happiness, but I think I'm not really getting it. Yet? Maybe with my first real paycheck.
I'm gonna buy so many lattes.
I can't really believe it myself. I've had a lot of short term whatevers that I haven't made money off of, because they never reached above the welfare amount.
But this is like, a real job. That I didn't apply for, haha. They called me out of nowhere and said they'd found my CV, and they wanted me to come in for an interview.
Weirdest interview ever too, they'd already made up their minds, they really really liked me on paper. Interview was more like an introduction to the job.
They're a bunch of private x-ray clinics and also a construction firm, and they wanted to open up another clause on top of that, which was cleaning. So I'm hired as in charge of the cleaning bit. Which is basically me doing cleaning and handling schedules and such while they (we?) expand, and they've hired another guy just now, so I'm sort of the boss of him. It's insane. It's a real job.
The pay, when I get to working full time, is more than a fully educated teacher salary, which okay, isn't much when compared to male dominated professions, but compared to what I've lived off of since like 2003, it's an insane amount.
Still on welfare right now, but the job's picking up speed, and hopefully, I'll be getting proper paychecks in two months time. I'm sort of stunned and even though I've had weeks to get used to it, I really haven't. And it's been the smoothest transition ever too, everyone's so frigging nice and pleasant, and everything just makes sense.
Also, the car, yes I'm getting a car to drive to the needs-cleaning-places, used to be owned by one of the executives, so it's um. Not really a cleaning car? Looks like this, basically?
I mean, sadly in silver and not burnt orange, but what can you do, hey.
Basically, I think I'm supposed to be going crazy from happiness, but I think I'm not really getting it. Yet? Maybe with my first real paycheck.
I'm gonna buy so many lattes.
I'm just ridiculously upset right now. He was young and fit and strong. He had all the odds in his favour. I'm just so upset.
My friend is doing pretty awesome right now. I'm so happy for him.
We went to the lake to swim and eat grilled chicken, and he said things like "I'm gonna marry him, he just doesn't know it", and how he and boyfriend are planning ahead about buying a house, and that he came up with a mathematical toy to help kids understand, what was it, algebra? No, something else. But this toy, it was so good it looks like it'll be picked up for mass production and stuff.
And gorgeous boyfriend is getting tattoo sleeves from the sound of it, oh my god, and has gotten a dream job as a school counselor, and just. I'm still smiling, such a good day.
And we talked Potter and Sorting and movies and Pottermore for like an hour. (I can't believe I'm going to be sorted BY ROWLING.)
My ship duel has been filmed now, I'm so happy with the whole process. Sooo my place in the world, I choreographed and directed and wrote the (very short) script and advised on camera angles and whatever. So much fun.
If this film turns out even half as cool as the live fight, I'll have something to actually build a resumé on, hah. Right now, having a card and website seems sort of lame, because there's no show reel and hardly any photos. So this would be good.
Local paper showed up to, funny story, a relative of one of the actors didn't have a camera, so she called the press instead, haha. Haven't seen the article, but she spelled my name correctly, so what else can you hope for. XD
We went to the lake to swim and eat grilled chicken, and he said things like "I'm gonna marry him, he just doesn't know it", and how he and boyfriend are planning ahead about buying a house, and that he came up with a mathematical toy to help kids understand, what was it, algebra? No, something else. But this toy, it was so good it looks like it'll be picked up for mass production and stuff.
And gorgeous boyfriend is getting tattoo sleeves from the sound of it, oh my god, and has gotten a dream job as a school counselor, and just. I'm still smiling, such a good day.
And we talked Potter and Sorting and movies and Pottermore for like an hour. (I can't believe I'm going to be sorted BY ROWLING.)
My ship duel has been filmed now, I'm so happy with the whole process. Sooo my place in the world, I choreographed and directed and wrote the (very short) script and advised on camera angles and whatever. So much fun.
If this film turns out even half as cool as the live fight, I'll have something to actually build a resumé on, hah. Right now, having a card and website seems sort of lame, because there's no show reel and hardly any photos. So this would be good.
Local paper showed up to, funny story, a relative of one of the actors didn't have a camera, so she called the press instead, haha. Haven't seen the article, but she spelled my name correctly, so what else can you hope for. XD
Anxiety attacks are starting to lose appeal. I have now had them for more than half my life. You'd think I'd gotten used to them, hah.
I'm trying Atarax, both an allergy and anxiety med, apparently. I took one pill day before yesterday. Made me sleepy and reduced my anxiety attack somewhat. Didn't like it, I could still feel it, muted, and it was sort of like pain killer shots at a dentist's appointment. Yeuch. Thank you no.
Guess what makes me have no anxiety attacks? Swords! Haha.
My heart knows I should be dealing with swords, and I'm at complete ease when I am.
I'm doing a gig on the deck of a ship, I'm choreographing a duel with two guys. I'm pleased with the choreo, there's a pretty little disarm, and there's whacking of asses with blades, and switching rapiers, grabbing of blades including some parries with the grabbed blade, and some lovely character moments, and my fave kill to end it with.
We get no pay, but a guy'll be filming, which means I'll have film of my work! Good for career! :D
(Also, hey, if they like it? First time freebie only...)
Here's the ship, isn't she beaauuutiful?
I'm trying Atarax, both an allergy and anxiety med, apparently. I took one pill day before yesterday. Made me sleepy and reduced my anxiety attack somewhat. Didn't like it, I could still feel it, muted, and it was sort of like pain killer shots at a dentist's appointment. Yeuch. Thank you no.
Guess what makes me have no anxiety attacks? Swords! Haha.
My heart knows I should be dealing with swords, and I'm at complete ease when I am.
I'm doing a gig on the deck of a ship, I'm choreographing a duel with two guys. I'm pleased with the choreo, there's a pretty little disarm, and there's whacking of asses with blades, and switching rapiers, grabbing of blades including some parries with the grabbed blade, and some lovely character moments, and my fave kill to end it with.
We get no pay, but a guy'll be filming, which means I'll have film of my work! Good for career! :D
(Also, hey, if they like it? First time freebie only...)
Here's the ship, isn't she beaauuutiful?
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Beyond thrilled tonight.
How have you been my friend?
*love & hugs*
Kimmy