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  <title>Merl, the High-Flying Squirrel</title>
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  <updated>2006-02-23T13:08:49Z</updated>
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    <title>oooh</title>
    <published>2006-02-23T13:08:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-23T13:08:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I just found out that I am nominated for a Spolight award for my work as the Witch in "Into The Woods" and Magenta in "Rocky!!!" Yay! If you love me and want to vote, go to seacoastonline.com and then somewhere else, I'm sure it's pretty obvious. IT'S WICKED EASY. Woot woot. Craig is also up for best director for "Oz," "Rocky" and "Oz" are up for best musical, and yeah. Support us !! This is cool cause anyone can vote, not just a selected few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bahbieshooz:4859</id>
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    <title>bahbieshooz @ 2006-01-26T12:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-26T17:30:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-26T17:30:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"the sound did seem to be improved just in time for several show highlights including Merrill Peiffer's version of "Pearl's a Singer," bringing a smile and almost a tear to my eye" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In "I'm a Woman," each female had her part. And if it were a relay, Peiffer reigned in the anchor position loud and proud, in both voice and physicality. And again, in "Fools Fall in Love," one could picture Peiffer giving American Idol contestants a run for their money (that's a compliment)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love theatre. Hard work DOES pay off, folks. Even if it is just a review. It still feels nice.</content>
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    <title>bahbieshooz @ 2006-01-14T19:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-15T00:56:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-15T00:56:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am scared that I will actually find myself pursing and getting what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared that I will lose my voice tomorrow and have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared that I am actually not as weak, or as strong for that matter, as I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared that the only men who understand and appreciate me are gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate being scared. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. "Smokey Joe's" has the potential to be unbelievable, tru dat. Joe is the shit at ASMing. I am in total love with him in the most plutonic way.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bahbieshooz:4124</id>
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    <title>merry, merry</title>
    <published>2005-12-25T02:55:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-25T02:55:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>that I would be good...alanis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The best Christmas present I will get this year will be a prescription to an anti-anxiety medication. Ahhh yes. I hear Zanex does wonders. With that, my New Year's resolution will be to stop being such an anxious chode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have anxiety issues because, oh yeah, that's right: this has been a frustratingly bland, stressful-for-no-reason, fall/winter (except for the amazing but extremely short visits to NYC) and I hate feeling like I have no purpose right now. I am meant for more than living in Portsmouth working at a Banana Republic, DAMMIT! Someone just tell me what to do and I just might do it. AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough I will be on happy pills. I think the doctors re-open Monday, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chrismahanakwanzikah!!!!! I hope everyone has a happy day and all that rot.</content>
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    <title>I still taste the frittas...mmmm</title>
    <published>2005-12-13T02:30:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-13T02:30:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alanis</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"SON OF A NUTCRACKER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK AT YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE AN ANGRY ELF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE NOT SANTA, YOU STINK. YOU SMELL LIKE BEEF AND CHEESE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LIKE SMILING, SMILING'S MY FAVORITE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOW ARE WE GOING TO PUT THE STAR ON THE TREE?" &lt;br /&gt;"I GOT IT..." (run run run, jump, leap, latch on to tree, pelvic thrust, reach, thrust, reach, thrust, reach...crash.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. I love my friends. I love that I can laugh for hours on end with them, watching a stupid (but funny) movie about an elf.</content>
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    <title>funny shit</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T00:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-04T00:34:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love&lt;br /&gt;him a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to&lt;br /&gt;understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more, but I didn't feel like putting it on.  NYC in a week. Gangstah.</content>
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    <title>wear sunscreen</title>
    <published>2005-11-29T01:21:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-29T01:21:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If we all just made out with each other and did whatever we wanted to with anyone we wanted, would we be satisfied? It's weird but I'd say no. Call me kooky, but it takes so much more than a sexual encounter to make me happy with life. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life coach: Come on, get it together, be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimp: Ahhh, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life coach: Stop whining, do something, and stand up for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wimp: I can't, I'll just send an IM later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life coach: Wow. Do you really want this or not??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wonder if the wimp has done anything as of yet...</content>
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    <title>bahbieshooz @ 2005-11-10T22:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-11T03:56:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-11T03:56:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MENTAL NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I should marry an Englishman. I will forgive the crappy teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPLANATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I had an ultimate movie moment today, while I was at work. This father and son come in, I am properly folding men's shirts, and I greet them. I distinguish a vague accent from them, but I wasn't sure. The son was tall, a bit lanky, and seemed timid. I usually don't like the shy ones. But anyway: I soon find out just what kind of accent they had-- the son turns to me and asks, in the most adorable English accent I have EVER heard in my life, "Hey love, do you think you could help me find a size?" I was called "love" by a perfect stranger! Who, also, as we connected, showed off a pair of eyes as beautiful as his accent. I was in awe for like five seconds and then took two seconds to play over in my mind that he just called me the cutest name ever and then I replied, "Oh, um, yeah, well, ahhh let me check in the stock room." I turned quickly and shuffled into the room. Literally my knees were weak and I was completely flushed. It was all I could do to get in the room before I let out bundle of giddy laughter. I had to grab onto a little roll-cart thingy to get my heart rate down and I nearly pulled down a row of shirts by almost rolling it into the wall. This guy made my f-ing day! All by being a gentleman. Man I hope I see him again. Even if all he says is "Hello, love."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bahbieshooz:2816</id>
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    <title>bahbieshooz @ 2005-11-05T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-05T21:55:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-05T21:55:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">People are complex, obsessive, compulsive freaks of nature. But their potential and capabilities outweigh any ounce of craziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are complex, obsessive, compulsive freaks of nature. But they are the backbone of any solid and true relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is a complex, crazy relationship. But people who have real friends have a family that will withstand ANY complex, obsessive, compulsive freak of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this for the friends that I have right now. I need you in my life and love you with every ounce of me. And even when sometimes my gratefulness is not seen, know that you are what teaches me to be more forgiving, more open, and more tolerant. I am one thankful, complex, obsessive, compulsive freak of nature.</content>
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    <title>1, 2, 3, ...and impatient</title>
    <published>2005-11-03T20:05:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-03T20:05:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>some weird song with "titilate" in it</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok so I figured out that if I am in Portsmouth next summer, that 1. Craig has to be at the park 2. Everyone that I want to be there will be there, and 3. That we all go in on an apartment or place to hang because I WILL NOT live with my parents. I'm getting too old for this shit. Ahhhhh, my mother is going to be the insanity of me!! I love her to death, but I could write a book on how cooky she is. (She calls Idina Adyna.) Anyway, I can't wait for Christmas already, b/c then I can see and play with my buds from the city!! Yay! AND anyone else who is around. That, and also it means that 'Smokey Joe's' will be around the corner and I am going insane not singing regularly. I can also start recording in Craig's studio at his new house--there's only so many times one can sing in the shower and be satisfied.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I work at a place where you'd think at least a few attractive men come in. Not so much. I beginning to wonder if I will EVER find my match. OH I know that's dramatic, but I feel the need for a relationship right now, and two of my friends who work there have boyfriends they met while working. And they're hotties. I don't know, though, I am not so much impressed by a guy being hot, it's all about the mix of everything. A guy either has charisma or he doesn't. I guess I have just met a lot of bland men. And weird ones.</content>
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    <title>One LONG day...but I'm sad it's gone</title>
    <published>2005-10-25T02:09:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-25T02:09:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>On a Clear Day...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This weekend felt like one, extremely long, day. There were times when I recalled sleeping, but I felt like they were more or less naps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was hell getting to the city, we were an hour late and almost got into an accident. And then I couldn't find Annaleigh and Mike for the life of me. And THEN we enter Joe's apartment and see a foreign guy and an old man two inches away from the TV. At that point, we went into Joe's room and got drunk rather quickly. Then there were a gazillion people there, and I met a guy named Benny. In my drunkeness, I gave him my number and even though I told him I don't live in the city, he has called me twice since I've been back. Oh man. I was just trying to be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny, I just want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Saturday night was lovely. I spent it with my peeps. Like seriously, until recently, I wouldn't have taken a bullet for anyone but my mother. I would take bullets for every ONE of the crew. And that makes me so happy to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah I miss it already. I'm such a boring creature here.</content>
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    <title>Blah</title>
    <published>2005-10-13T18:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-13T18:00:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's kinda a shame that birthdays are so hyped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like it all goes downhill after 21. People stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one call for my birthday yesterday. From my uncle. So it was four people (him, my parents and my brother) who remembered. Not even the rest of my family or my closest friends remembered. I felt like the Molly Ringwald character in "Sixteen Candles," only I didn't even get the hot guy to take my mind off of it! And I hate the fact that it even hurts me, but I can't help feel that I am just not important enough to many. Ahhhhh whatever. Life goes on. No biggie.</content>
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    <title>man I'm tired</title>
    <published>2005-10-09T03:54:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-09T03:54:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I just worked two 9-hour days and my feet are dead. I have blisters on my toes, eew! Yay, Banana Republic! I feel so accomplished, I sold a BR credit card today and I was the teacher's pet- until tomorrow. Balls.&lt;br /&gt;So, for some reason my boob is twitching and I am really annoyed. That's right, I have one breast that for some unkown reason is pulsing like your eyes do when you get no sleep!! Ahh, well. Too much info but deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;I can't mfin' WAIT until the 21st, but first is next weekend when I shall see my beautiful friends Joe and Ali and Liz! AND I will also be one old bitch on the 12th. Yay. With age comes wisdom, baby.</content>
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    <title>Jesus H</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T01:03:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T01:03:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>meh</lj:music>
    <content type="html">THINGS I HATE:&lt;br /&gt;        1. Money&lt;br /&gt;        2. Living at home&lt;br /&gt;        3. Selfish people&lt;br /&gt;        4. My knuckles (I crack them all the time and it hurts)&lt;br /&gt;        5. Not being able to be in NYC because of money, goddammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;        1. Money&lt;br /&gt;        2. Living with people who love me&lt;br /&gt;        3. Caring people&lt;br /&gt;        4. Being told I'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;        5. Knowing that someday I WILL have enough money to live in NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will be selling myself on the corner to be able to come down for the big party on the 21st, so if I have any bruises, don't worry, I hear that's normal. Gah.</content>
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    <title>Ok people</title>
    <published>2005-09-30T17:33:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T17:33:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>nah, but my hands are cold, if that's any consolation</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So it is official: The theme of the party on the 21st, at Joe's, is Hawaiian! We'll get lai's and everyone can get lai'd when they come! hahahahah. Annaleigh and I made it official. I would just like to say that it is f'in FREEZING in my house--I am wearing all fleece and my winter boots and I am still cold! My mom wants to conserve energy. GRrrreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to think about:  Musical theatre performers have one a of the hardest jobs in the world, much like a baseball player--very rarely can someone hit the ball out of the park night after night. Kudos to all of us out there striving to be better performers!!</content>
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    <title>bahbieshooz @ 2005-09-26T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-27T00:32:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-27T00:32:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"No One is Alone" awwwww</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am getting my BAHBIE SHOES ready for the big PARRTAYYY!!! As I listen to "Into the Woods," and of course get kind of teary-eyed, not only because I miss the show, but I feel so grateful that I have made so many aMAZing friends!!! I can't get over it! I hope to see everyone on October 21st, at Joe's place, what, what! Portsmahth will be representin.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so if anyone wants an amazing duet between a guy (baritone) and a girl (alto-sop.) listen to "Wanting" from "Rags: The Musical." I also love "In Whatever Time We Have" From "Children of Eden."  If anyone has any other great songs to give a holla to, I'm always looking to expand my listening experience!</content>
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    <title>bahbieshooz @ 2005-09-25T10:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-25T15:01:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-25T15:01:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's awkward when friends think they are doing right by discussing your personal life with the world- and not having you be there to defend yourself. It makes you out to look like a fool, even if you yourself know what you're all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't want to look like a fool.</content>
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    <title>Ok now!</title>
    <published>2005-09-24T02:01:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-24T02:01:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>actually just the hum of the computer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I love this live journal shiat! I am kinda obsessed. And can I say that I LOVE all the options you have to display your mood!! I think I am chipper right now, but I like that word a lot, that's why I picked it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could miss people any more than I do. Cause honestly, I don't think it's possible. ARGH. I hate not being able to be with people that really appreciate me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND P.S. Banana fritters are my new favorite food! MMMMmmmmmgood!</content>
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    <title>Ok well this is fun!</title>
    <published>2005-09-23T18:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-23T18:28:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Songs for A New World</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So yesssss! Here I am finally on Livejournal!! I heart Joseph Cooper for setting this up for me cause I am a dirty tramp who didn't know how to set it up!! I will love being ablt to just sit and write what my mind wants to express.&lt;br /&gt;    I think I'm going to write a book. Yeah, I feel like it would be most rewarding. I definitely have a lot to write about. I could write a whole 1,000 page book on just this past summer: I couldn't even sum up how fantastic it was if I really, really, tried. I met people who I want to know for the rest of my life, and that's exciting and reassuring that there ARE genuine people left on this planet!! AHHH how refreshing!!&lt;br /&gt;    So, again, I am obsessed with Joe in particular- he is GENUINE to the max. It would be funny if I spelled that wrong. Hehe. Anyway, I can't wait until I can live with him in NYC baby! And I will be able to see other wonderful friends of mine who reside in the beautiful city!! YESSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;    So I don't think I can write any more at this moment, I have been sitting for like two straight hours waiting for my journal to be completed (ehehhee) and I need to get up and frickin' stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA MON!!</content>
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