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hartshell@hotmail.com — Thu, 21 Dec 2006 19:09:32 GMT

On the twelfth day of Christmas, marilynmichelle sent to me...

Twelve plays lightning

Eleven playwrights speeding

Ten dreams auditioning

Nine cigarettes acting

Eight thunderstorms a-driving

Seven crushes a-painting

Six margaritas a-directing

Five be-e-e-en folds

Four vanilla lattes

Three coffee grounds

Two garden gnomes

...and an insomnia in an astronomy.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Sat, 09 Sep 2006 18:00:15 GMT

God, I need new music now!!!! I'm ravenous and restless. And sadly, I am also broke. Fuck money.

Ain't no livin' like country livin'!

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 16:38:59 GMT

Well, I think my mother has outdone herself this time, folks. She just made me the best fried green tomatoes I have ever had. She is the best, and I am her spoiled-rotten baby girl.

Last night I drove to Bloomington at two in the morning, just to go deposit money into my bank account. Sadly, the nearest branch of my bank is located in Bloomington, so I took a nice, scenic drive in the dead of night to get there. On the way I passed the Owen-Putnam Woods. I have heard so many ghost stories about those woods when I was younger, thanks to me treating Hoosier Folklore like a Bible when I was in fourth grade. I came very close to veering off my charted course to go and patrol those woods, but thought better not to because I was getting a very eerie feeling from them and was alone. I really want to go again though. See if I can't come across the ghost of the decapitated mother who wears her daughter's head and warns off teenagers from getting home late. Yes, tracking her down sounds very appealing. I've been wanting to go stand in graveyards in the dead of night lately. I don't know what is up with me.

I also watched three programs last night, back-to-back, on Marilyn Monroe's life, death, the conspiracy theories surrounding her suicide, and psychics trying to contact her. It was all fascintaing. I don't understand how she has been able to captivate so many for so long, but I am glad for it. She was truly a beautiful, fucked-up creature. Probably why I am so incredibly mesmerized and inspired by her in the first place.

I really like the end results of my haircut. It is a pretty big change, but I needed it. Funny how something so simple can alter you in so many ways.

The NEWS!!!!!

hartshell@hotmail.com — Thu, 25 May 2006 20:14:20 GMT

It's really not all that important.

Mr. Michael Hart: I WILL be attending your graduation party this weekend. Which means that the whole family is gonna freakout and bitch when they see my hair. Good times, good times. That's right, I've done something to it.

To the General Public: This means that I will be in West Terre Haute for the weekend, though I doubt any of you from "home" really care that I will be home. Just thought I would share.

And in other news:

I think that the Tomcat mousetrap is probably the most inhumane thing I have ever witnessed. If you don't know what it is, let me indulge you. A Tomcat mousetrap is a thin piece of plastic in the shape of a rectangle no bigger than 4" long. The surface portion is coated in an incredibly sticky substance that has been specially designed to stick to mice paws. When a rodent runs across the surface of this contraption, it immediately sticks to it, and the rodent can then not move or free itself. It's stuck there until it dies. And the more the rodent struggles, the more it sticks to the trap. I guess my house is full of mice, so my stepfather decided to get these kinds of traps instead of the good, old-fashioned ones that usually kill instantly. He set them all throughout the house after I moved in. Well, it had been a week and a half, and I hadn't seen any mice in these traps, so I thought that perhaps the mice were gone and I had nothing to worry about. WRONG! Last night as I am cooking dinner, I get the bright idea to check the trap next to the stove. To my horror, a mouse had been caught. It was so sad. The poor thing winced in pain because it was in a horrible position and it was terrified. I didn't know what to do. I can't kill it myself because I just can't bring myself to do it. I refused to throw it in the trash because it was still alive. So, my resolution was to just leave it where it is and let it die in some type of peace and isolation. I can't free the poor thing because it is stuck too much to the trap and they aren't designed to free mice. So, I actually dreamed about the mouse all night. When I awoke this morning I prayed that it was dead, but to no avail it was still breathing and just as terrified as ever. I moved it to a stair in the basement where I can't see it because everytime I would go in the kitchen I would just stare at it in pity. I feel like an awful person, and it is all because of a mouse. Seriously, these are the most inhumane things I have ever seen to kill mice with. They torture the mice. They either die by starvation, by chewing off their paws, or struggling so much against the trap that they break something. I think I just convinced myself to rid the entire house of these traps.

So yeah, there is my drama. I know, big deal.

I watched Secretary last night. It's a damn good movie. A little feel-good at the end, but oh well.

And I am so happy that Keve is moving in this weekend. It will be nice to have someone else in the house. The house is actually coming together now because I have been organizing it hardcore for the last two days.

Home this weekend! And now, time to finish my resume.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Fri, 14 Apr 2006 18:38:06 GMT

Well, I am a comin' home for Easter this weekend. I'll be in the Haute tomorrow morning until Sunday. Sounds good.

"All I wanted was you. Fire eye'd boy giv'em all the slip..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 20:13:06 GMT

Okay, so the general announcement is this:

All those interested in seeing my next show, "Thyestes, Or Whatever Happened to Emily Dickinson?" the information is as follows-

Show Performances:
April 7th and 8th at 8 p.m.

Location:
Butler Univeristy/ Theatre Lab in Lilly Hall, Room 328

I must WARN everyone that this is going to be a very experimental and intense show. The meaning will be very ambiguous and there is very limited seating with the audience. Only between 50 and 60 people will be allowed in to the theatre because there are about 22 performers in the piece and we will be using as much of the space as possible. So, if you want to comeyou need to get here early and I need to know as soon in advance as possible so I can reserve seating. We are also having two dress rehearsals on Wednesday and Thursday at 8 p.m. as well. So, come out if you would like.

In other news, I am doing very well. Fairly tired, but I am enjoying every moment of rehearsals and I am going to be very sad when this show ends, for more reasons than one. No massive problems to report on. I'm still completely infatuated (sadly) with a certain someone and completely confused by what is taking place, but it's all good. I am enjoying the chase quite a bit and I am fairly content, although I am prone to moments of extreme frustration when it comes to him. But, my family is well, my friends are well, and I am still breathing.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 15 Mar 2006 23:36:31 GMT

Question, has anyone else's layout changed on their journal by itself? For some reason, mine did!!!!

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 15 Mar 2006 05:56:03 GMT

Well, I'm a platinum blonde now, thanks to "Thyestes". I can't decide if I like the color or not, but I know it will grow on me. I'll make it my own.

Love to all...

"Find out how much Love the world can hold..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Thu, 23 Feb 2006 17:41:00 GMT

I quite often forget that there are also others in this world that are having quite a struggle with this business of love, just like myself. Their issues may be like mine (rather small in comparison to the real problems of the world), or much larger, and this idea humbles me. Who am I to complain? I find a strange comfort in the fact that I am not the only one who seems to be lost.

We all seem to have that one person that, at one point in time, we loved rather dearly, who made a lasting impression on our lives in profound and extreme ways, who stretched and changed us into different people, and then somehow lost. We all have that one person that we put on a pedestal. And then, somehow we find the way to move on, to move forward, although that person's imprint shall always be left upon us.

It is truly amazing to see how similar we all can be from time to time in this world of great diversity. We all experience the basic, no matter how extraordinary that basic may be. I find it truly fascinating.

Sometimes, I am very grateful for small, Livejournal discoveries.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 07:06:44 GMT

I just realized that it is definitely a very good thing that I am single right now. A very good thing indeed.

"I reach out from the inside..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Tue, 14 Feb 2006 13:53:27 GMT

Why in the fuck do I have, "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel stuck on repeat at the moment? Oh yeah, because I strangely love this song.

God, life is insane at the moment. I've been sleeping about three hours a night. If I'm lucky, I get five. It was good to get out this morning, but now I don't want to go to class. Ugh-oh! But yeah, things are definitely crazy.

We open in less than a week and a half. "The Tamer Tamed" opens in less than a week and a half!!!! I'm getting anxious about it. I've waited a long time to be in a mainstage. Now I'm about to make my debut. It's crazy. It just feels surreal.

Everything is going very well right now. I am fairly content. I mean, in every way but two, but one I am currently working on, and the other I cannot control. Yeah, I'm still pretty infatuated, but I feel splendid and I am truly enjoying these feelings. It's been awhile since I was excited about a member of the opposite sex. Just grand. All it takes is a thought or the sight of his face. It isn't going to go anywhere, I know that. But, I can play pretend, can't I? I just don't know...

Oh good, I just switched to "Gold Lion" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I love it.

Ok, back to bed for a spell...

hartshell@hotmail.com — Sat, 28 Jan 2006 17:22:35 GMT

My Livejournal isn't working properly, and that pisses me off. So, if you want to read my journal and are friended, you will probably have to go to my journal to read my "Friends-Only" entries. I don't think you can access my "Friends-Only" entries from your friend's pages. Suckitude...

hartshell@hotmail.com — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 06:08:33 GMT

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Michelle!

Four-fifths of the surface of Michelle is covered in water.
According to the story, Pinocchio was made of Michelle.
The air around Michelle is superheated to about five times the temperature of the sun.
More than one million stray dogs and half a million stray cats live in Michelle.
Duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are Michelle!
US gold coins used to say 'In Michelle we trust'.
Michelle is the smallest of Jupiter's many moons!
There is actually no danger in swimming right after you eat Michelle, though it may feel uncomfortable!
Michelle can run sixty-five kilometres an hour - that's really fast!
It is impossible to fold Michelle more than seven times!

Ah ha ha, Motherfuckers!!!!!!

hartshell@hotmail.com — Tue, 10 Jan 2006 04:25:39 GMT

Most of you are back at school, and I still have a whole damn week off! The benefits of going to a private school and being able to schedule breaks whenever and the hell we want. I must enjoy this last week of freedom, because that is seriously what it will be.

Aha...Aha.

An actual "serious" post will be posted in about 10 minutes.

Enjoy your lives. Peace out.

"If you follow every dream, you might get lost..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Sun, 09 Oct 2005 23:19:37 GMT

On the eve of my 21st birthday, I have come to a thousand conclusions in a matter of moments. Let's just say, I will be starting off my 21st year of existence with a clean slate, and what a slate it is. I have done a lot of personal forgiving-myself, certain people, certain situations and events. The forgiving was all internally. It's rather lovely. Completely clean.

I have decided to make a post that was open to everyone. No more hiding from people, no more protecting myself and my life. No more secrets. I'm done with trying to be someone that I am not. I'm finished with keeping my problems a secret from others because I wanted my life to seem problem-free. Everyone has their own set of problems no matter how large or small. It is all a part of living, and I am doing just that...living.

This mini-break has been very good for me. I have peace of mind for the first time in quite awhile. I needed away from Indianapolis. Strange that a place which represents all of your freedom and dreams can be a sort of mini-prison at times. It is also ironic that West Terre Haute, a place that once stood for everything I extremely disliked, a place where the ghosts of my past haunted the roads, has now become my own hideaway. I have had time to think and reflect. It's amazing what a break from communication and technology can do for a person. It has this strange simplifying effect. What is even more hysterical (or very pathetic, depending on what angle you look at it from), was that while I was away, I kept thinking about the Livejournal posts that I wanted to make. I mentally wrote my own on the way to West Terre Haute, Wednesday afternoon. I was getting such inspiration, but none of that seems to matter now. I'm just glad that I got to see random people (you know who you are), and spend the time that I did with my family, friends, and myself.

So, I am now ready to return to Indy until my next decided break. I'm not worried about my "love-life", I have released the hold I felt I needed to have over it. I just want to let things be whatever they want and need to be. I can't keep exerting energy into something that I know I have no control over. The battle doesn't really seem to matter anymore.

This next week is going to be insane. Especially tomorrow. I'm always so vocal in wanting to celebrate MY birthday, but this year I just don't care, which is ironic. My 21st birthday (which is supposed to be SUCH a pivotal event in my life), really doesn't seem that important afterall. I just want to be content and free.

All in all, I have decided (more come to the conclusion or epiphany) that the past doesn't matter anymore. I have finally "set it free" in all complete honesty.

So, in my 21st year, I have a completely clean slate. I think it is the best birthday present that I could ever give myself, even if it was by complete accident.

My Contact Info (For those interested)

hartshell@hotmail.com — Tue, 23 Aug 2005 19:57:23 GMT

Write to:

Michelle Hart
630 W. Hampton Dr.
Indianapolis, IN
46208

Room phone:
(317) 940-1148

I vant zeee mail!

P.S.-I don't have a computer at the moment, so I won't be on AIM until sometime next week.

Silly things I like to do when on vacay...

hartshell@hotmail.com — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 23:54:54 GMT

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.

You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations.

You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.

You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.

How Do You Live Your Life?

Very, very true, all of it.

"Anticipation..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Sat, 13 Aug 2005 21:54:04 GMT

So, there are these two lovely CDs that I have been craving for the past two weeks. I wish that Santa Clause would appear right now and hand them to me. What two CDs am I talking about?:

Artist Album
1. The Arcade Fire- Funeral
2. My Bloody Valentine- Loveless

Oh damn you, money. I have just enough to get me happily by, but not enough to purchase these two CDs instantly.

Santa, can you hear me?

P.S.-This weather is a trickster bitch. It has caught me, two days in a row, offguard.

It is lovely being home. The 19th will come too soon, when I am to be whisked away back to Indy.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 00:01:11 GMT

I hope it rains.

"Everything's Not Lost..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Thu, 04 Aug 2005 23:50:11 GMT

Not all is bad and dreary. Once "school" begins, things will be much better. It is Butler's 150th anniversary, so there are many events planned throughout the year. One being Elvis Costello, and one being (wait for it...wait for it) BEN FOLDS!!!! He will be performing solo at Clowe's Hall on October 14th, and the tickets are 10$ if bought by students. The tickets go on sale a week before the general public, so if anyone is interested, let me know. I just f ound out about Ben last night by a friend of mine who has all the secret information about the events.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 03 Aug 2005 22:24:58 GMT

I want to point a gun at someone. Not actually fire it, just point it.

I don't feel like being poetic, interesting, or inventive. It's all business, business, business...

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 03 Aug 2005 17:31:45 GMT

Okay...so since I put my two weeks notice in on Monday, RuffaloCODY decided to put me on calling the Non-Donors for the Archdiocese of St. Paul and Minneapolis last night. Let's just say I almost had a panic attack and a blackout. They had to spend 30 minutes re-training me (it was shit), because I hadn't called on it before and I have been working there for two weeks calling on college surveys. I hate the place. But, I did get the first and biggest pledge by a non-donor of the night (75$). Still, I hate my job and I wish I could quit right now...forever.

In other news, it doesn't look like I will be coming home this weekend. No funds=no gas. No gas=no transportation. No gas=I won't be coming home. Who knows, maybe money could fall from the sky. There is still a possibility, but I highly doubt it. The sad thing is that if this was next week, I would have the funds and I would definitely be coming home. Such is life!

In good news, I have heard back from two of the jobs that I applied for already. I didn't expect to hear anything until next week. I am being considered for both positions, but I will have to wait until the second week of classes to find anything out. I think both positions will still hire once everyone is back on campus, so I think I definitely will have two interviews.

My life seems to be just a bunch of business right now. Nothing incredibly interesting, but nothing incredibly dull either. I'm stuck in my house due to lack of funds, so I wish I had someone to take me away and help me escape, but that looks to be seen. I need someone to kidnap me. I would adore it, and I wouldn't fight it.

I miss home. I'm currently at Mika's and this is making me happy. She reminds me of home. At least I am a little bit closer to it when I am near her.

I just had the biggest urge to watch, Rushmore. I've never seen it and I don't own it, but I wish I could watch it now...

"Darling, you're such a pro with pretty little lines..."

hartshell@hotmail.com — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 19:48:30 GMT

I finally saw, The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, last night. Yes, I adored it. I should probably see it again, because Wes Anderson puts an incredible amount of detail into his films and I am sure that I missed something. The only thing I did not like was watching it alone. I wish I would have had at least someone there, for I felt quite isloated. I would like to purchase the soundtrack now.

I need new music. I need to do some music exploration. I wish I had something new to listen to. I've been so restless with music lately.

The dreams have come back. I have started having extremely powerful dreams again. Everything is so incredibly vivid and it seems that every single person on the face of this planet that I know is in them. It's disturbing the quality of my sleep. I can't fully rest. I don't know what is causing the excess of brain activity while I am sleeping. Hmmmm...

Looking at my schedule for next year, I have decided that it is going to rock, with the exception of one class. Fall semester's schedule is as follows:

Monday-
8-8:50 a.m./Algebra (NOOOO!!!!)
11-12:50/Fencing Class (as in "Touche") I have always wanted to learn how to fence.
4:30-5:45/Intro to Gender Studies

Tuesday
9:35-10:50/Dramatic Literature
1-2:15/Writing For Print Media (the first of my Public Relations and Advertising Minor classes)
3:30-5:20/Acting Seminar 1

Wednesday
8-8:50/Algebra

Thursday
Same as Tuesday's schedule

Friday
8-8:50/Algebra
2-5/Stage Management (I only have five class meetings for this class)

So, I only have 1 class on Wednesday and most Fridays. I also have breaks between everything else. It's mahhhhvelous. I've never scheduled breaks before, it just naturally happened. Now I won't have to worry about burnout.

Sighs...I don't know if I will be coming home this weekend or not due to a lack of funds. At least there is still the week of the 16th-22nd.

It's time for me to scurry off to work...Blase...

No, I have not died...

hartshell@hotmail.com — Sat, 30 Jul 2005 19:07:26 GMT

Hello, everyone. I've missed you all.

Well, my life has not been extremely glamorous as of late. I sleep, I eat, I work. That's the monotonous cycle of my life at present. I've slacked off from my training, which is a COMPLETE TRAGEDY. Next week will be very busy, for I will be forcing myself to actually DO other things than sleep, eat, and work. I should probably add that I shower too, to the mix. I haven't let myself go, no worries.

Next week I must:
-Start exercising again and eating healthy (Healthy living habits!!!)
-Start monologue work
-READ!!! (But I am able to do that at work)
-Find a job for the school year

Speaking of my job, I absolutely HATE IT. I tried to be positive, and I give myself credit for that, but I can't do it anymore. Thank God my last day will be in two weeks. I had to quit it anyways, for I won't be able to keep up with it during school. It conflicts with rehearsals, so I must find another job. I pray it will be in the library. Being a tele-fundraiser wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the bitches of the world. I'm not even calling for money, I'm just calling high school students to ask them QUICK surveys to gauge how interested they are in a particular university or college. For some reason though, normal people think that people calling with a college survey for their child is a HORRIBLE thing, and are quite prejudiced to anyone foreign calling their home. I'm also a bit dismayed with America's youth. Every girl I talk to sounds like the one before, and every boy sounds like the next. People truly are losing their individuality, and it's not just because I sit with a headset on for six hours, listening and asking the same crap over and over. At least I get to read while I am doing it. I read two newspapers, a magazine and a book a night. I don't finish the book, I just continue with it. Right now I am currently reading, The World According to Garp, and, The Catcher In the Rye. The Catcher In the Rye, is becoming an epiphany to me. It's fascinating, the parallels I am finding, not for myself but for someone else. Anyways, the job is balls. Thank God I will be gone in two weeks. I can't wait to come home to Terre Haute for the week of the 16th-22nd.

Well, tonight should be a spot of fun. At least a break from monotony, I dare say. I must become an actress, because I can't happily work a normal job. I want to tear my hair out.

P.S.-My computer is still out of use. I'm still using the library, so anything immediate needs to come to my phone through a text message or call.

Love.

hartshell@hotmail.com — Wed, 27 Jul 2005 06:08:27 GMT

Damn...I'm back in Terre Haute for the night because of business. I wish I could just stay in Indy one full week without having to come back for some reason or other. My brother is semi-partying, and I'm not. There is something wrong with that.