Fri, Apr. 14th, 2006, 12:31 pm
I'm getting rid of this baby. It's been real, livejournal, but I just can't find the time to take care of you like you deserve.
You guys know how to get in touch with me if you want. Ciao.
Mon, Apr. 3rd, 2006, 04:03 pm
It's American University for me! It's going to kick ass.
Watch out, D.C. Bullard is coming.
Thu, Mar. 23rd, 2006, 08:46 pm
A lot of times I feel like people write music just to write it. The lyrics are uninspired and dead-feeling and the chord progressions and rhythms are just something the artist thought up to pass some time. Well, let me tell you. The first track on Bob Dylan's album Desire, Hurricane, is incredible. It's stunning. It has such purpose and such overwhelming emotion and force. The message is faultless and the way Dylan can string words together is prodigious. I can't get over it! I feel the same way about Ravel's String Quartet in F major, which we're studying in music theory. It is the most capable and yet wistful piece of music I have ever heard. This is another one that you just have to listen to because it's beautiful in the best and most rhapsodical sense of the word.
Sat, Mar. 18th, 2006, 05:07 pm
It is so great to have the flu. I started feeling bad on Wednesday and came home from school early on Friday, and since then have finished two books and become incredibly restless, hence the entry. I hate feeling sick enough to be utterly apathetic about entertaining myself but frustrated enough to want something to do. Oh, flu shot. You failed me.
I got in to American! There's some good news! Even if it was good, that eustress is what pushed me over the edge, I think. The past two weeks have been stressful to an unheard of degree, and how better to respond than to fall ill? I wouldn't be so bitter except that lots of plans had to be cancelled, including Indian food with an English class support group that's never gotten together outside of school before. I had been excited about that, but... hey, sitting on a couch with pained joints and burning cheeks is just about as good.
I don't really know what else to say, because all of it would be sickened complaining. As a point of interest, I'm sustaining a 101.something fever! That's the highest it's been in years; I think my normal body temperature is somewhere around 97-ish. As a result I've had some crazy dreams, including one in which a very young friend of mine got married at a ceremony in which there were Jewish people breaking glasses, a Chinese dragon parade, and Greek dancing. It was kind of cool, but I woke up hot as hell and that wasn't so fun. To quote Shakespeare, "She red and hot as coals of glowing fire." Nevermind that the quote refers to tempestuous desire and not the flu.
I guess I'll go back to bed. With any luck my next entry will be of a little more public interest.
Sat, Mar. 11th, 2006, 03:30 pm
Philip and I broke up yesterday. It was a mutual decision and a very mature one, at that. I don't want to go into details about it, but I'm very proud of us for going ahead and splitting while we can still be friends - in other words, not waiting until things got embittered.
Obviously my coping process isn't over, but I really think things are going to be okay. I have no regrets and neither does he, and though it's not 100% fun now, I know we made the right choice. I'm disabling comments on this entry for reasons I hope you all understand.
Yesterday I got home and, after puttering around for awhile, I went to the library and checked out a ridiculous amount of books. Truly. I now have 19 books out from the library, and they are not slim little volumes, I can tell you. It was funny because I brought two huge canvas bags with me and, while entering the library, I saw some guy with a guitar case and a million plastic bags trying to unlock his bike, and I thought, "What a character." Then I realized that I was about to check out a motherlode of books, and I laughed at myself.
I think the library is a drug.
Sun, Feb. 26th, 2006, 04:58 pm
WORD OF THE YEAR: prestidigitation! It means deception.
Thank you, Thomas Hardy. What a word.
Sat, Feb. 18th, 2006, 09:40 am
Ohhh boy. Tomorrow at the crack of dawn I'm flying to Minneapolis-St. Paul to visit Carleton College. I expect I'll be making friends with polar bears and Inuits. GET THIS: Right now in Minneapolis it's negative six degrees but feels like negative twenty four. Happily, tomorrow the high is a whole nineteen degrees. This is about when I start asking myself what the HECK I'm doing. Call me a southerner, but how do people live in temperatures like this?? I'm only staying the night, but nonetheless I think that I'll have to pack a full suitcase due to all the layers I'll need to bring, and lotion so my skin doesn't crack off.
WHAT?? I can't take my THROWING STARS onto the plane??
Yesterday Philip and I had our Valentine's date, since Tuesday is an awkward day to do it and the rest of the week was too busy. He got us three private ballroom dancing lessons! We'd talked about doing this months and months ago, but I'm sure it hasn't been mentioned since September. It was a great big huge surprise and incredibly sweet. :D For my present, I wrote him a romance short story called "The Revolutionary and the Barmaid" about the love of Pancho Villa's life. The whole evening was fun. The ballroom lessons were a surprise, so when I told my mom I didn't know what we were doing she flipped out (apparently interpreting a surprise date as an opportunity for me to get pregnant and contract STD's galore from strange men) and warned us not to go out of town and for me to remember who I am. Now I know where my irrational worrying comes from.
I have a lot to do today - packing, an essay, and preparation for two IB tapings (for French and acting) the day after I get back for which I have hardly prepared a damn thing. I'm going to regret that today when I'm up until two in the morning trying to remember good French and directing techniques. Aie!
Sun, Feb. 12th, 2006, 05:49 pm
Second update in an hour. Shut up.
I just realized the difference between loving writing and hating to write literary analysis. I love books. Philip had to manhandle me out of the library on Friday so I didn't get yet ANOTHER tome. Same thing with writing, although my hands do get tired after awhile. I will always read. I will always write. But writing about writing drives me crazy! Let the author do the work! Let Hardy decide where Tess is going to exclaim about what, let ME decide why the character is going to remark about something with a period at the end instead of an exclamation point, but let's please not write about it! I say if you read something and figure out for yourself the significance of this theme or that semicolon, that's awesome. Writing a paper about it is like writing an outline for a paper and then, when your paper ends up a little different, changing the outline! (Coincidentally, we have to do that for this English paper.) Let's not lose sight of the purpose of an outline, and let's not forget why writers choose words and punctuation and themes deliberately. It's for an effect, for communication, not to give an English teacher an idea for an assignment.
About not being an English major despite all other indication.
Sun, Feb. 12th, 2006, 05:12 pm
I've found that my posting rate goes up exponentially when I have assignments I don't want to do. There are IB exams soon that I should really start busting a move on, but hey. I'm a little more concerned about figuring out what college I got into than I am about that. Heck, I'm more concerned about plaque control than I am about that.
There's a lot of theatre stuff going on, but that gets tiring, but I still want to say it. SO:
1. My Shakespeare monologue went well and I really love playing the crazy bitch (Queen Margaret from King Richard the Third).
2. I'm doing my senior direct right now, "Love Letters" by A.R. Gurney, and it's great but verrry delicate.
3. I'm Nora in Lannan's independent study "A Doll's House" project. Philip is Krogstad. Marital strife!
So anyway, yesterday I saw Capote (ALONE because no one else could go and I was going to see that movie, dammit) and was blown away. Philip Seymour Hoffman and Catherine Keener are phenomenal actors. I hope they win big at the Oscars because they deserve it. I think Capote was even better than Brokeback Mountain, which I thought was fantastic. (The script!) That rather heavy movie followed a rather heavy conversation about God (or the lack thereof) with my youth leader, Trey. Today I saw Wit (the play version) and was also very impressed and weighted. RLT is a brave company to put on something like this in the wake of the Terry Shiavo case. That and the nudity - in Raleigh!?? Go RLT.
I'm not sure that rather dry post had any benefits to anyone else, but... I wasted about twenty minutes! Ehhh. Second semester.
Sat, Feb. 4th, 2006, 11:34 am
So here it is.
I think we are all entitled to a little bit of materialistic pride every once and awhile. Thus,
(Those are fish earrings and I love them.)