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Name: Holly and Sherri
Country: United States
State: Oklahoma
Metro: Oklahoma City
Gender: Female
Interests: S: "...."
H: "She likes musicals. And God. And Kylie, Amy, and Aisha. And occasionally she shows an interest in me and Will. Usually when she wants a beating."
S: "Yeah...."
H: "I like... no one and nobody. And nothing. Except for God. And Theatre. And computers. And books. And some other stuff, but mostly, I'm a curmudgeon."
Expertise: S: "None."
H: "She lies. She's an expert at musicals."
S: "Um... Okay...."
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/28/2004
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| (X-posted to MySpace)
I'm still not going to give a detailed update as to how my life's gone
the past couple of weeks. Suffice to say, we've been in show, my car is
broken (bloody starter), my friends have either been sick or are sick,
and certain people are driving me further into insanity.
However, Irma and Sara and Lynn have trumped all of that, so this can now officially be considered a Good Week(tm).
You see, Irma and Sara decided to give me my Christmas present early, and today my apartment now has a new resident...
This is my new cat Techie. Yes, we did name the poor thing that, though
I find myself calling him "lad" more than anything else.
I asked Mom and Dad when they were here at Thanksgiving about moving
Tiger down here with me. My parents looked absolutly crushed at the
idea, and my father pretty much gave his blessing for me to add another
cat to my family.
Sara and Irma decided that I needed a cat for Christmas. Lynn's cat
passed away about six months ago, so I inherited a pet taxi, a litter
box and cat litter, some food bowls, and a "veritable plethora" of cat
toys.
If I seem a bit distracted over the next few days, ya'll now know why.
My friends are the greatest!  | | |
| Normally I don't do "memes," but something like this I simply couldn't resist.
Here's how it works:
1. Reply to this post if you want me to tell you how awesome you are.
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why you rock my socks.
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!
--Holly
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| There's a storm outside my window tonight.
It's a beautiful storm--the kind of storm that rains for hours and hours with the occasional flash of lightning. No terrifying power, just gentle beauty. Some might even call it a healing rain, an autumn rain to cleanse the earth in preparation for the sleep of winter.
There's a storm inside of me tonight.
It's a terrifying storm--the kind of storm that seems to come from no where, rage forever, and yet be done in a moment. No warning signs, just terrifying power. Some might call it an angry rain, a pounding rain that batters the soul to break it down.
Two storms, two worlds.
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I hurt, tonight.
I hurt because, despite the show I like to put on, I care for people far too much and far too often.
I hurt because, despite the show I like to put on, I long for someone else to care far too much and far too often.
I hurt, tonight.
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Tonight, I want to give up.
I want to turn in my resignation, to say "I'm no longer caring," to turn my heart to stone and not feel for one night. I want to ignore the rules, to forget right and wrong, to abandon the long, hard, narrow road.
Tonight, I want to give up.
I want to let someone else take over, to leave the pain to someone else, to let the world just pass me by. I want to runaway from everything, to hide from emotion, to escape logic.
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But I can't.
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Tomorrow I'll start over again.
I'll wake up and laugh at the foolishness of tonight. I'll look down at the road and see it's no longer a tightrope but a wide boulevard. I'll raise my head up high and lead the world by example.
Tomorrow I'll start over again.
I'll smile my cheerful smile and encourage a world that doesn't want
encouragement. I'll offer a comforting hand to a person who no longer
believes in mercy. I'll open my arms and welcome in the pains of others
so that they'll know that they're not alone.
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I'll hope, tomorrow.
I'll hope because, despite what the world tries to tell me, I know there's a God far greater than I to help shoulder the burden.
I'll hope because, despite what the world tries to tell me, I know there's a God who loves and feels far more than I ever could.
I'll hope, tomorrow.
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There'll be light streaming through my window, tomorrow.
It'll be pale, dusty sunlight--the kind of sunlight that only barely dispels the shadows, but it's still enough to raise your spirits. No burning heat, just faint warmth. Some might call it a dying light, an autumn light that promises much yet you know it can't truly deliver.
There'll be light streaming through my soul, tomorrow.
It'll be brilliant, glorious light--the kind of light that fills every crevice and seems to drive away shadows before they're even made. No hidden darkness, just radiance. Some might call call it a living light, a light that can only come from our Creator.
Two lights, two worlds.
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Tomorrow, I will be strong.
Tonight, I am still weak.
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--Holly
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| Today was the first day of tech for our new show, and all of the designers (save maybe the costume designer) are from Yale. As such, Holly has learned the following:
Earning a Graduate Degree from Yale entitles you to
- Not turn in any paperwork
- If you do turn in paperwork/a design, you may do so two weeks late
- Refuse to have a Paper Tech and/or Dry Tech
Attending Yale but failing to obtain a degree entitles you to
- Join the Circus as a clown
Conclusion? When applying for Grad Schools, avoid Yale.
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To answer Elizabeth's question, the way you lose an entire theater is to not have said theater on the street where its address is located. Also, Elizabeth? If you and Josh are wanting tickets, you need to let me know by Sunday night so I can turn in the request form on Monday. I messaged you on Xanga with my cell #.
And that's really all I have to say. I return you now to your regularly scheduled blogging.
--Holly
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| I guess I'll post.
So, um, yeah, I'm now a Dallasite... (I swear it sounds like some terminal disease. Of course, with traffic the way it is...). I moved down here the 13th of August, and after three weeks of living in a Motel 6, my roommate Kate and I found ourselves a cheap apartment not too far from Mesquite.
In the past two months I've managed to:
- Lose an entire theatre
- Turn 22
- Kill my car
- Resurrect my car
- Fix the plumbing in our apartment
- Open, survive, and close a show
- Discover why meds for ADD are a good thing
- Establish a reputation for being the "nice" one (Lord help us all!)
- Read a veritable plethora of books
- Learn how to live without the Internet
- Relearn what it is to have the Internet
To briefly summarize the last two months, anyhow.
This last weekend I actually had two days off back to back *gasp!*, so I headed up north and got to see Philip, Kelly, and Sherri for dinner Friday night before spending the weekend with my parents. It was a good thing, as I haven't really had much opportunity for social interaction outside of hanging out with Kate and Sara the SM intern.
These next two weeks will be insane; we have focus un Wednesday, then we go into Tech until the following Wednesday, where we'll go into previews, before finally opening the following Tuesday. No sleep for Holly. On the other hand, once we open I'll go back to working evenings, which means I don't go to work 'til 4:30 and I'm off at 11:00. It's a good gig.
For the record, my dear friends, never forget that you're constantly being watched by people who aren't Christians. If you want further info on what inspired this commentary, ask Sherri or Philip.
Anyways, I hope all of you are doing well!
--Holly
P.S. I have 8 comp tickets for the upcoming opening for Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, so if any of you peeps in/from the Dallas area know someone who'd be interested in them, let me know! I feel so pathetic not having any friends to give comps to.... 
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