Hey there! I'm an actor, actress if you prefer, I'm not picky. Obviously, I'm big on theatre, love reading, and enjoy photography, especially if I'm the subject, but I like doing composition, too. I'm here, just looking. I'm not really interested in dating online, but I will entertain a conversation. Guys appealing to me should be intelligent, funny without being a show-off or trying waaaay too hard...ok?

I would really like to meet people who are interested in the same. People with fledgling movie companies, or people who'd like to share stories with me are welcome to message me.

I am well-read, witty beyond reason, and noncommunicable.

Currently I'm in Lubbock, TX. Just finished my MFA in Theatre! Woo! Now $40K in debt and going on tour! Blasty-blast!

Um..acting..I have a degree in it. I'm good at trivia games, word puzzles ,logic puzzles..I'm a bit of a geek. I'm also good at very fast retorts and conversation. I play the trumpet and French horn. If I learned to make tea, I'd be a geisha. I'd like to think I'm good at gardening, but the little brown dry things in my terracotta pots would probably disagree. I used to be a very good gardener, but I guess I don't have time for it anymore.

I'm a good director, getting back to theatre. I do short-subject films, too. I've won awards for a "60-second film fest" we had for our theatre club. I took both awards in judge's choice and people's choice for "Ask Phil" (I filmed our tech director for 60 seconds of him staring blankly at the camera and then rewound to the beginning and had someone ask a really easy question) and "Mortal Combat Club" Where the Officers of the theatre club dressed up funny and fought. It was good times for all.

Again, have my Master's Degree in Theatre.

Love me some Karaoke. Standard songs on my set list: Jessie's Girl, Total Eclipse of the Heart, and Fuck You (as backup dancer). Also, Proud Mary. Next time you go out, try The Police's "Roxanne" drinking game. Half the table stands and drinks on "Roxanne" and the other on "put on the red light"....it'll get you through two bottles of beer, three if a full grown frat boy.

I am also currently writing a book on the AMC "100 Movie, 100 Years" Drinking Game. I have a team of "researchers" who get together with me on weekends and test our drinking games for classic movies...most successful (success= holding onto the floor for dear life) has been "Clockwork Orange" and the rule "drink for a made up word" and "ultraviolence"

My very fast speech, my very long hair, and the great fun I have friends. I attempt to be the center of attention, but am usually the power behind the throne. That and my third nipple. I'm joking. I don't have a third nipple. That's another thing they notice about me; my ability to be completely stone-faced and lie outright about something blatantly obvious. I'm fantastic like that.

I wish people could see how smart I am first. I feel like I've wasted twenty thousand dollars on college when people go for stupid bimbos with big tits. I find it aggravating. I find it so sad for the human race. To think that the fate of our existence banks on frat guys and girls from hooters who dot I's with hearts and smiley faces. "Idiocracy", anyone?

Books: The plays of Oscar Wilde, great literary classics and new plays, Movies: More art-y films, like "The Red Violin", "Moulin Rouge". I will admit, I do watch Disney movies and sing along. I'm a geek. I am however, in love with Kevin Smith's movies. I've seen "Clerks 2" a gajillion times and can perform several scenes from it with some friends. Enjoy making them too. I am part of a indy film company. Music: I'm an actor, so showtunes, but I make it a point not to sing them in crowds. I find it extremely annoying when friends do. I like classic rock and the oldies of the 50's and 60's. I'm working on downloading some old radioshows from the timeperiod of "The Shadow", with Orson Welles. They are so funny! It's the precursor of TV. You can almost see a bunch of people standing around with script pages in front of tall standing mics, and with some guy at the foley table, banging together coconuts halves.

1. Um, my computer for starters. I gues that's kind of a necessity these days. Especially for a site like this.

2. A good play. I always have a script on me at any given time. I've got a list I have to get through before grad school. Good plays are easy to find. They're the ones that when you read, you see people walking around and saying them, not just stage cues in italics. A good play makes you go "It'd be funny if while he said this, she did that." A bad play reads like stereo instructions. Non-imaginative stereo instructions. In Engrish.

3. Bowling. It's weird. We have one bowling alley here and I love it. I wish I got to go more often.

4. A good comeback. I never go into a battle of wits unarmed. I pity those who cannot. I'm a very little girl (in mass, not height) and I'll bruise if you blow on me wrong, so my mouth is my only means of defense. When you read good plays (as mentioned above) you can steal great lines and pass them off as your own, or say that perfect line just the way you think it should be done. That's acting.

5. My playstation 2. That thing has been through so much. I took it to my ex-boyfriend's place and he messed it up by sticking porn dvds in it. I play it outside (we have a gazeebo and a power supply outdoors. It's in no real danger.) Will be willing to trade for an XBox...

6. My myspace page. I've had it for years. All these little junior high kids who are on there to look at "hott guyz" are stupid. It was intended for musicians to get out there and noticed. I was on before it was cool and pedophiles used it. www.myspace.com/gogglor

Theatre. It's my life. I spend a great deal of time trying to write a show. I can get about ten pages of script, then completely fizzle out. I'm guessing another couple of years of that, I can put all those ten minutes together and then somehow segue them all together. I enjoy writing. Writers are some of the most intelligent people I know.

I spend a lot of time thinking about death as well. I know, total downer, but it's an inevitable thing. I worry about what it's going to be like. But I won't do any further into that.

At home. OR at rehearsal. I don't really party much. I tend to be bit of a homebody. I do enjoy it when people have parties at their houses. I like games. I'm going to be working soon and hopefully having rehearsals. I don't have classes anymore, so I'm gonna have to find something to do with new people. That's the part of growing up that sucks royally. I guess I should find something to do, huh? Maybe talking to you on a Friday night? Yeah right. Well, I'll be here. More than likely.

I'm not going to say much on this because this is kind of a public place. If you really want to know someting about me, you need to get to that level first. All this stuff is pretty superficial. You want to know me? Say hi. Hold an intelligent conversation. Pretend you're a human being. Do that for me, will you? Please? I'd love to talk to a real person instead of just typing into these stupid text boxes.

And I have an almost fangirl-like crush-athon for NPH in "Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog." Always root for the nerd, with a penchant for singing and aspirations of global domination.

You meet any of the criteria I've mentioned. You're smart, you like theatre or film, you want to play word games, you're quick on your feet and with your mouth (take that any way you wish). I'm a little aggressive when it comes to meeting new people, but don't think I'm a complete bitch. I just kind of test people to see how they react to me. I'm a very competitive person. But if I think you're worthy of hang-out-with-ness, we will. You can count on that.

And if you know anything about this, without looking it up:

She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

~Lord B.

Don't message me if:
-you want to tell me I'm hot/cute/sexy/breathing and near you. That's boring. Be interesting.
-You think I'm a loser/a bitch/etc.. been there, done that. The pigtail-pulling days are over, compadre...and you're the idiot who messaged me.