Heals The Original Dryness: 08/01/2001 - 09/01/2001
Heals The Original Dryness
i am no longer a faerie
it was not vanity that drew her to the mirror; it was the amazement at seeing her own "I." -the unbearable lightness of being
8.30.2001
i AM a testostemeter! i thinks thats what you get when you raise me with two sisters, a vocal opinionated doctor mother, and then send me to an all girls school for 5 years. one gets very sensitive to the estrogen/testosterone levels in the atmosphere :)
i bleached my hair but didn't leave the color in long enough to make it reeeeeeeeeeeeally blond. so it just kinda looks interesting... yeah... i'm working on it...
oh, a note on currupting the masses. when i was at my dad's school with him, i fell asleep on the little couch in his room, he woke me up breifly to offer me a sandwitch, i mumbled something went back to sleep, woke up about an hour later and was very glad to have a sandwitch waiting for me. so i take it to the teachers room, and while i'm nibbling on it, i decided that it would be really good with csome tomato, and seeinghow i had eaten the ones in the salad, i pranced off to his classroom garden and picked me an absolutly gorgous tomato. i mean, yuuummm... so i bring it into the teachers room and cut it into wedges and feast on it with my sandwitch and salad. at the end, i had kinda two and a half wedges left. i decided to offer them to my dad. i pick up a handful of snickers pieces for myself and saunter down to dad's classroom.
on the way there, there were a few of the kid's in my dad's class playing with the bunny rabbit outside one of the rooms. being little children they are of course the most adorable things on the planet and i absolutly must stop and talk with them, esp. since they're in my dad's classroom :). anyway, they eventually see my plate, and i offer the leftover tomato wedges. there are two wedges, and three girls. well, one of them didn't like tomatoes anyway so the other two got tomato wedges, and i gave her a little snickers thing, so she got something. "ooo! ooo! can i have one too!" "well, if you finish your tomato, sure" ::stuffs it in her mouth. holds out hands, as does the other one:: i smile and give over. oh yes and then theres one of the girl's brothers comes up, so i give him one too. so now we have 4 little children with candy in their paws. "alright now, don't go getting a sugar high off of those"
they were small snickers; maybe their parents wont kill me for giving them candy...
...lindsay's making chain maille too. look at me, i'm corrupting the masses.
hun, you go to castilleja. chainmaille is not going to be healthy for you when you're doing it instead of homework. trust me doll. put it down, and leave it to the college girl ;)
i'm almost done with the back of my jacket thing. i'm very much considering selling it on ebay when i'm done. money would be nice.
current music: "fuckin go. cause i do know what's good for me... and i'm not benefiting, and yet i'm sitting, singin' again, singin' again, sing, sing again...i cannot deal wth this, d-da d-da d-daa, i don't quite know the words, but i know the tune..." yeah...
i'm really cute today. ((neil's reaction) :-D I love you. No-one else would say that. NO-one.)
but seriously! i was really cute yesterday too! i've got my hair in pigtail braids, and i have turquious rings, and i've got a little tank top, and big baggy jeans, and... i'm CUTE!!! i had an urge to just get myself over to sears portrait studio just to capture it. but didn't...
i slept on bryy's couch last night. in the morning, when i woke up he had his chin on the pillow and his face RIGHT UP next to mine with a goofy expression. i had a genuine "stretch....... AAA!!!" moment. it was really funny.
my mom decided to get on my case about how it's really not healthy how much time i'm spending on the computer late at night. lets just say my efforts to SLEEP during that time was not too successful. well, it was esp difficult b/c i was so fixed on how frustrating neil is. *sigh*. anyway, quick little update on my part.
friday: went to see neil in shakespeare camp performance thing. my reaction: "DAMN YOU!!!!!". went to punk show thing at out house with people. katy steals my thunder. i don't think i should go to shows with her unless i'm working with her. it was frustrating. "DAMN IT! WHT DON'T YOU PEOPLE WORSHIP ME!". went to be aroung 4 am.
woke up at 3 pm saturday. watched josie and the pussycats with my dad. fairly cute little movie :). then went to see merry wives in the park (long story of jewish mother confusion behind that, gotta love 'em), ran into lots and lots of happy happy feshies, who are now soph-ies, but still, it was wonderful to see them. they like me. i got to be entertaining and happy. also ran into carla there. eleanor floyd (liu was there too, and her parents love me. that was happy) had made brownies (not the special kind, but who needed those when you had us. ingrid, you will LOVE these people) and carla liked the brownies. they had all the brownie goo inside and stuff. play was good. i accociated that production with neil, so afterwards in the car when we had to go to the neurotic jewish mother desert gala (folks! you need to eat desserts! no talking and smoozing until you fulfil the purpose of this gathering and make me feel worthwhile for my efforts to get these together) i really needed one of my people to debreif with. and then when i called him later, he was all tired and yeah >:P as a result. i could not sleep. so what do i do? listen to rejected girl music. neil feared his life.
sunday i got dragged down to monteray. i say dragged cause i wanted to go hang out wih people in palo alto and see movies and stuff. but the monteray bay aquarium was so much fun. josie and i (little sister) were just on CRACK. just to name a few of our odditys, mostly my oddities, but we were really weird:
::in front of the kelp forest:: wow, this would be so cool to sit and stare at on pot.
::debating over which direction to go:: NO! WE MUST SEE THE OC-TOPUSEEES!! there was that program on octopuses! (josie) so we don't have to see the exibit. (me) YES! WE MUST! WE HAAAAAVE TO!
::the living shale, trying to say anemone:: "aneneme... NO! aneNE-- DAMN IT! anemone, anemone, anemone... ANEMENE!
::those weird deep windows that reflect the light in such a way that it looks like the end of the window's near, but it's not:: whoa, whoa, these windows are SO WEIRD, cause they reflect the light in such a way that it looks like the end of the window's near, BUT IT'S NOT! (we were there for at least ten minutes just being on crack in front of those windows. we were the dosents to those window) "try to touch the back!" "whoa" "isn't that WEIRD!! you think it's closer cause the light reflects in such a way that it looks like it's closer, but then you reach out, AND IT'S NOT!"
::pointing at a fish:: ok, that must be a yellow fin tuna, cause it has yellow fins! (josie: "very good...") but wait. it's really to small. i mean tuna steaks are bigger than... hold on, i need to find it. *looks at caption things. points at another fish* ok, is THAT a salmon? it's face is a little weird compared to the picture. *looks at other caption* no i think it might be a bass. *looks again* no... *looks at captions* ok, mackerel. *looks at picture, finds fish, looks at picture, loses fish* damn it! *reads caption. it talks about stripe marking. suddenly it all becomes clear. looks.* OH WOW! look at that! *reads more* and they go in schools! so those were mackerels! YAY! i figured it out! now, which one's yellowfin tuna... *returns to process* (josie had to drag me away kicking and screaming, cause we were late to meet up with parents. :( i want to go back...)
and then imagine the repeating of our hyperness on grandparents. they were quite amused.
NeeliaBuzz: top ten signs moving was a bad idea:
8. Everytime you open the microwave, a thousand dead souls scream out "HELP US! aiiiiggggghhh!" from a spirling vortex leading to an otherworldly dimension. And the realtor said the house was "fine"!
Neilsat: BRILLIANT.
Neilsat: I love eight
Neilsat: The microwave. Brilliance.
NeeliaBuzz: 6. It's not fun to stay at the YMCA after all.
NeeliaBuzz: Top Ten Sequels we Hope we Never See:
8. Gladiator 2: Maximus in Space
7. Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible 3: Sex With a Woman
6. Armageddon 2: More Boom-Boom!!
5. Waterworld 2: Even More Water
Neilsat: Maximus in Space is wonderful.
NeeliaBuzz: water world 2: EVEN MORE WATER!
Neilsat: I like that.
Neilsat: It works well in the voice I know you just said it in.
NeeliaBuzz: :D
NeeliaBuzz: and 1. I Sort of Remember What You Did Three Summers Ago, But I'm Not Sure
NeeliaBuzz: Top Ten things to do in heavy traffic filled with soccer-mom SUVs taking their kids on the first day of the school year:
8. Fake a dramatic suicide with a starter's pistol and a blood pack. (*PLOOSH* "Mommmmmeeeeeeeee!!!")
NeeliaBuzz: 4. Change into pink and white robes, shave head. Break out tamborine and flowers, while mom is on cell phone, convert children to the way of Hare Krishna. Conduct a pied-piperesque march down the interstate.
Neilsat: *rolls about laughing too hard*
NeeliaBuzz:THATS WHAT I DID!
NeeliaBuzz: dear GOD these are wonderful!
Top Ten Ways to Spend your Time when you are stuck on the phone, on Hold, with your Internet Service Provider:
10. Masturbate furiously and hurriedly (you never know when they'll pick up).
hello
i am one of johns brothers he asked me to send letters to the people in his different address books if you're in more than one, and receive this letter more than once, sorry
john had to go into the hospital (again) for awhile he asked me to sign onto his accounts every couple of days t check for important work or acting letters when i told him that a bunch of people had been iming me (him) and i'd just been ignoring them, he told me i should do this
if your a friend of his this letter is for you if not and your just on his list for some other reason then i'm sorry for bothering you
anyway he's fine don't worry he should be out in a couple days (or less the doctors are starting to make him walk around a lot he says that when they do that it usually means they're just about ready to send him home)
he said to tell you its nothing new, just a bunch of old stuff, precautionary he said that when he gets home he'll try to contact anyone who mails within the next couple days but try to be cool about it i think he'll probably need to just sleep for a while and schools coming up quick
thanks sorry again if you shouldnt have got this letter
matt
NeeliaBuzz: cold?
NeeliaBuzz: *drips candle wax on him*
NeeliaBuzz: better?
Neilsat: Kkngh...
Neilsat: don't DO that to me...
NeeliaBuzz: *smirks* you know you like it...
Neilsat: (true)
NeeliaBuzz: why not...
Neilsat: Cos it feels so...
Neilsat: mrh...
Neilsat: For the same reason I can't do the richard voice, you can't do the wax-thing.
wow, the day gets really long when you wake up early.
i spontaniously woke up around 8 b/c i had to pee. then i couldn't go back to sleep cause i was hungry, but didn't want to get out of bed cause i was nice and warm. so i ended up wrapping myself in my comferter and waddling downstairs and ate cheerios in front of the computer while i agonized what cd to buy. on towerrecords.com, a 15.99 cd end up totalling to $20.06 with tax and shipping. $20.OOOOOOOOOOOSIX!!! RAWR!!! *sigh* so i couldn't actually buy what i wanted with my $20 gift card. anyway, i watched a bit of "annie hall" then my sister woke up so we finished with "chasing amy" (damn i LOVE that movie! the j+s.b. scene is the BEST) then i attempted to make some food but ran out of time before my eye therapy appointment. took the bus home, watched a bit more of annie hall, talked to jonathan for a bit, watched more annie hall, talked to jonathan more, had him come over and play, ate food, watched lily tomlin movie with him, fooled around in my room ("wow..."), tickled and giggled, and then his parents (thats right, plural) came to pick him up.
wow, i stay up until 4:30 reading someone else's memories. this has been a demonstration of resonance, brought to you by sensory memory.
do i hide myself behind other people's experiences? do i convince myself that my life is fine, merely because other people's are worse? do i have time for my feelings? and... are they real, or the just the products of my obscure fantasies? damn, what i wouldn't give to be a fairy.... just to appear as one. it's such a beautifully appealing thought i like my body most of the time, but i feel like i need to change my hair and how i look in some way... *sigh* it always looks so much easier to wear flower wreaths in pictures than in real life. i want to be a fairy princess... just escape gravity and ill content sensations, and be... free, worshiped, light...
yet here i am with a crick in my neck and tense muscles, cold toes, surrounded by computers and horizontal filings of papers.
i need to go to bed... come to wake me in the morning...
briefness: i spent practicly the entirety of bryy's party singing. i make ingrid look calm. went to paz's, made chain maille, got lindsay all interested too, but DAMN i am anal about how it's all done. rocky horror was cool. i refused to admit i was a virgin this time, so i'll be devirginized next time. i got a compliment on my belt (OH! and when i went to buy my ticket. it went something like this: *roots through bag* hang on a sec *roots more. puts down paz's two dollars* this is two dollars *puts down chain maille* this is chain maille. (ticket sales person, in a very official tone) i'm sorry mam, but we do not accept chain maille as currency. much as i wish we did, we do not.) slept over at paz's. had a really nice talk with her about brad and relationships and such. really cleared things up for me and made me feel a tad less worried. she's on a good track. therapy is a wonderful wonderful thing.
got dropped off at castilleja and then went with leslie, chloe, and anna. talked about college, pie and cake and cobbler and keish (anna can't tell the difference, stupid russian mother ruined it all), sex (it was wonderful, we were just going around and talking about our experiences. we were really able to be relaxed about it after a bit, i thought it was wonderful.), communication (anna has different ideas about this. we were trying to coach chloe about what to do with her ultra passive boy who she lives in fear of scaring off. i'm sure there had to be a clearer way to form that sentence), and taboo. i was lying on my back, fairly tired during this game. chloe comes to the word "block". her first clue was "it's elliot's last name!". me, not knowing his last name said, "elliot.... stickford?". why the word stickford would be in taboo, or funny as someone's last name i'll never know, but that cracked us up, and developed the character "elliot stickford" computer geek and nerd with the taped glasses, nasal voice, immaturity and all. it was wonderful.
next morning got dropped off at jonathan's. (the car ride from casti to jonathan's was very much for me a: "why are you so petrified of silence? here can you handle this........" no.) talked and cuddled with jonathan. we even fell asleep together. it was so wonderful. we are hoping ang praying that he'll be able to stay home while his parents are in new york. i love that boy. he is such a cutie!
at home, my family and i were watching this documentary thing on "the producers" recording session. there were these little moments that mel brooks was being SUCH the jewish father to mathew brodrick and nathan lane, it just made my heart ache. i love these people. i love theatre. i want to be involved like that. i want to do this stuff.
CUUURRTAAAIIN UP! LIGHT THE CYCS! AND YA BETTER TURN OFF ALL THE MIKES!
CROSS YOU LEEEEEGS, HOLD YOUR EARS, CAUSE NO ONE LEAVES THIS ROOM UNTIL I'M THROOOOOOUGH
HOOOOONEY EVERYTHING'S COMING UP MERMAN FOR ME, AAAAAAND FOOOOOR.... MEEEEEEEEEEE!!! SWELL!!!
erg. i blogged a long blog earlier about my afternoon. and then the connection decided to close on me, causing aol to close, and my blog to disappear into oblivion. i had to put down the computer and step away from the window before doing anything else. so on a completely different subject, here is some quotableness of last night:
"pool is a sport?" "well yes! it involves hand-eye coordination and... spherical objects." "oh. i thought you were going to say it involves hands sticks and balls"
*dave roots through pocket. finds a screw. hands it to aileen* wanna screw?
*aileen smirks. thinks a moment. roots through bag. produces a screwdriver* gladly...
and, there was a mac g4 ad on the highway. it shows the processor and on the side, above the description it says, "Pro Create." my reaction: eh, whatcha gonna do? sex sells.
too much bloggin!!! (btw, i talk about sex in this blog. so just warning...)
-don't you think they should have beer flavored jelly beans? i was eating cheetos after eating many a jelly bean, excellent diet, i know, (heh. gets better too...), and i thought HEY! they should have BEER flavored jelly beans. and then i thought of this whole AD campaign marketing jelly bellys and yeah. *sigh* i should be in marketing. it's the dark side of the force, but it'd be soooo fuuuun. must take classes in college.. *evil grin*
-i took adavatage of being 18 for the first time today. after we saw american pie 2, dave and i played pool. in a pool parlor! an 18 and older pool parlor! excitingness! and i kicked his ass in the third game. but he deserved it, he was haveing WAY too much dumb fuckin luck the first two games.
- dave's off to college soon :'-( . everyone wave and say "bye bye!" to dave!
-fooled around muchly for the first time in a car. luckly, it was not the back of a volkswagon. (word to the wise: it's probably a bad idea to swallow cum on a fairly empty stomach... yeah... jonathan was really more jealous that i swallowed then that i gave a blow job. that was funny.)
-tantrum yesterday e'en was general frustratedness of how neil is passive and prudish, but so gad-damn appealing, rawr, and how i'm not allowed to be as affectionat as i am to my other boys and we weren't talking about it directly and it was stupid and yeah. so i confronted him, and he wimpered in pain, but we talked, and it was good. and then i tryed to print and the computer restarted itself *sighs and hits head against the wall*
people will never be able to understand my life... i love it tho. it's fun. :)
i was so hungry that i went and took the hot dog out of the fridge from when my dad and sister went out and got food and started eating it. cold. word to the wise: tho some food may be ok cold, hot dogs are not. but i was hugery. so ate about a quarter of it cold. so when i got enough in my stomach that i was not despreatly hungry any more i realized "i'm eating a cold hot dog. ew" and went and heated it up in the microwave.
*SIGH!!!!* so the week i might go to new hampshire is during the same few days that jonathan would have the house to himself while his folks are out of town... and john has not emailed or called me back for some time now, so i'm not sure if he's fallen off the face of the earth or not... hrm... and having alone time with jonathan would be just... soooooooo... uch...
so i slept through what was supposed to be my psyciatry appt that i was going to get to with andhour of public transit. slept through and called my doctor to apologize and basicly did the appt on the phone. :) ah yes, and i also discovered on my floor a card that said i had an ortho appt at 2:45, so i gues it was a good thing i stayed home, or else i would not have realized i had that. :) hung out with neil for a short time after that, walked about san jose and then put him on a bus that i took for about 7 blocks to get that much closer to my house. and some how, the trend of our partings being clumsy in SOME sort or another upheld, because starting to hug him and the bus stopping occured at the same moment, causing my hand to somewhat smash into his face. *sigh* no major damage. but still...
i think i've figured it out. if you have a sepectacularly gogeous picture or such, or fantasicly relavant or interesting information, you get added to blogs of note *hangs head* i'll never get in...
i had lots and lots of sex today! it was fun! you know, along with the hiking and the foothills, and then giggling funness and tv cuddling. but sssseeeeexxxxx.....
i'm getting the feeling that i might be good... hm...
mind you, twas not full blown sex. (heh heh heh. blown. *reduces to 7th grade infantile humor*)
in breif on ashland. saw 6 shows in three days. tempest, ooo bla dee, fuddy meers (such dumb! luck! getting those tix, it was wonderful), troilus and cresida (jim did some quality standing in that show), enter the gaurdsman (it just feel sacrelige seeing a full blown musical in ashland), and merry wives of windsor (wonderful wonderfulness). then we drove to napa and saw nora's show, and since the hotel screwed up with our reservations, we drove home afterwards and continured listening to The Bonesetters Daughter. i got pins in ashland. this guy, jim, who was a camp counsler at pac oh so many years ago, was acting in the elizabethan shows and leading tours, so he got us into his group for the tour, which was wonderful. and it just added something to the theatrical experience seeing someone you knew onstage. :)
so yes, now i am back. i acted as a pack horse for my dad in setting up the his classroom for a teaching coarse he's leading. wonderfully mindless labor. fed me food afterwards, which made it all better. got some more jump rings so i can finish my chain mail belt and have it fit around my hips. still working to reorient myself from vacation.
worried about john. he hasn't read my email, and i randomly called this morning and some message saying he was unavailable came through. very confusing. pray for us.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! i should not go away for weeks at a time without my people. i come back and there is WAY too much to read and gather and... INPUT OVERDOSE! GAAAHH!
do you ever have those moment when theres so much to feel and so much to do, ALL AT ONCE AND SUDDENLY WITHOUT WARNING, that all you can do is feel tight in the chest and resist killing your cat or doing other sorts of permanent damage.
i dreamed i was killed in my dream last night. it was the first time i actually transitioned into death in my dreams. paz's parents shot me, but it wasn't them... i had such power as a spirit. i could clench someones abdomen to cause a grusome stomach ache. but it was right in the middle of west side story, and i felt so bad that i couldn't perform. but no one could understand me talk, exept for this guy ben, who translated for people. and i could write letters. but as i was dead longer and longer, it became harder and harder to communicate. i was drifting farther away with my ability to connect to others. but i had unfinished business. jonathan did not know yet. and i needed him to know. and to be taken care of. in the earlier part of my dream, when i was shot in the stomach there was pain that dulled as i died. but i felt so much pain seeing jonathan. in death, one has no way to avoid or heal to compassion/co-feeling one has for those left behind.
so we are currently at my mom's colleuge's house just south of ashland. it was a long drive. i convinced my parents to let me go to new hampshire *celebrates* and reserved a flight, etc. YAY!! then we listened to their eyes were watching god, and the heat and 3 hours of sleep got to me just as the book was getting into the meat of the plot. *sigh* a well, the people we're with like me, etc. they have two dogs, two cats, and a horse. we had lasanga for dinner and reeeeaally ripe fresh blackberries for desert. tomorrow, we go into ashland. i hope if i find a really nice pair of fairy wings that my parents will buy them for me. i found enough money to buy pins and small stuff, we'll see. :D so yes, life is quite good right now.
well party people. i am off to ashland tomorrow at the ungodly hour of 8 am. i will be back next sunday i believe. we're seeing at least 4 shows in ashland, driving down to napa on saturday to see one of nora's shows and coming back sunday. if the wim strikes me, i may get stuff for people, but seeing how i have little money and my mom is cracking down on my finacial responsoblity stuff and none of you gave me any money to buy you stuff, chances are slim. i'll write letters or possible journal posts. neil, you're a better typer, i'll hire you to transcribe them when i see you next. anyway, take care i love you all. if theres a internet connection where we're staying i'll keep in touch that way. send me emails. make me happy. worship me. etc. etc. ;) ta ta
WARNING: extremely long fucking post. (no, not THAT kind)
there was such complicatedness with getting home. i took the bus 22 from mountain view, and said i would call dad when i was near downtown so he would pick me up down the street. my cell phone runs out of batteries. i borrow the-guy-sitting-across-from-me's cell phone but apparently dad guessed that my phone was low so he had left by the time i called. i get to 13th, and my dad is not there. something be wrong. i walk down a block or two till i find a payphone and try dad's cell. no rings, and it connects to the answering machine. so i call home, and mom says she'll come pick me up, but we are both very confused at what happened. so we cruse about a bit seeing if he was down the street or what. i try using her cell phone to call dad again, and holding the phone to my ear i don't hear any rings. so i try calling home. no rings. i think i might be holding the phone the wrong way. OH WAIT mom has the little hands free earpiece connected to it. after that happy discovery i try dad's phone again. turns out he thought i was getting off at 2nd street, the transit center. why the hell would i get off at the transit center? oh well, it was 1:30 in the morning, who could blame him. the whole night was a little adventure.
ok, so i did go see grease. i got there late even, because my quick shower was not so quick, and ate nothing but a granola bar before i got there, and it was the wrong cast. i wanted to cry. so anyway, i sat through the second act cause i was too polite to leave and it would involve walking over people, and during intermission, i LUCKLY found ingrid and robert, who were the people i wanted to see! anyway, after bemoaning having come to the wrong show and telling the story of why i was there even tho i can't STAND grease (and this was a bad production on top of that. good singers, but too much crappy dialogue in between) with emphatic hand gestures, i said i was going to walk down to le boulonger because i could not stand that show on an empty stomach (a phrase that my friend carla laughed muchly at) and walked off after intermission was over. le boulonger was closed. RAWR!! so i walk and realize the only cheap food place that was open and near by was kfc (puke) but i was hungry and needed SOMETHING. i managed to hold it down, thank the lord. got back to the show in time to see "there are worse things i could do" which was fairly good.
meet and greet was fun and exciting. ingird was saying, "damn, you know EVERYONE" "oh, i get around...". see, there was a girl from my synagogue, two from castilleja, one from copa, and a bunch of gunn people in the audience. i met the "gracen dejesus" guy. i met lots of people actually. i really got around. it was so much fun. i was hanging out with ingrid and robert, then robert's mom offered a ride to the board walk (food place) so i was in the car with robert and daniel (brothers) and gracen and this guy Will, who was a friend of daniel's. we get there and ingird robert and i sit at a table and this guy lauren (i think, i don't really remember) who we were talking with during intermission (he is the one who said i make ingrid look calm) but then "typical teen" girls were gathering around so ingrid and i slipped off to the table with daniel and will. at that table i met this guy eric and fiona. i thought i knew fiona, but she wasn't whom i thought. anyway, eric and i were at basically the same level of hyperness, and it was in general a really really fun table. after he declared he could quote any movie (damn, i should have seen if he knew "living in oblivion") i said i could sing his musical ass under the table. and he with the help of his girl come up with the most damn obscure musicals like "star wars, the musical". i should have seen if THEY knew the songs from that show. but yeah, he was cool, and he thought i was cool too.
then this guy mike (?) joined, who's a dancer guy and he's choreographing a production of "a little night music". i slammed my hands on the table and leaned forward in excitement. but broke into giggles explaining it was one of my favorite shows, hence the *does motion again*. eric: wait, hence the what? *does motion towards him* uh, run that by me one more time. then it turned out none of them actually knew the plot. i know the plot. i had to tell a story. we had to scoot back and make room for the hand gestures. however we got distracted 3 or 4 times by random things, which made it seem like the plot was much longer than it, was. well, you know what? it's a sort of french comedy, and adult musical, written by sondheim. of course it's going to be long. after that it broke into total sillyness. he started in with the "knock knock. who's there. interrupting cow. interrupting cow.. MOO" jokes. he knows good ones. i failed at doing the interrupting fish tho, cause i did the fish thing late, so it really wasn't interrupting *hangs head*.
he has freaky hands, his fingers can pop out of their joints. he couldn't touch his pinky and index finger or roll his tongue in multiple loops. so i shared my freaky shoulder things, like clasping my hands in the opposite thing and then putting my head through the loop. hard to explain, but they were tripped out. so then i said, "wait wait, i need a little more room to do this next one" i get up on my knees on the seat to clasp my hands from under and over my shoulders on my back. they said "aw, anyone can do that" at seeing that trick. then i got out of it. it was such a wonderful display of performance timing!
then we degraded into pure silliness. ingrid had to leave tho, so i think she missed us trading back and froth really really stupid jokes. from the helicopter joke to the necrophiliacs, and i topped it off with the scotsman at the bar joke. eric had heard it, but fiona hadn't so i told it to her (eric commented i did the accent well) but HE had heard it with "you fuck one goat" instead of "sheep" and i say "NO NO NO!! it HAS to be sheep cause it goes with the *slips back into accent* why to scotsman wear kilts?" "why" "cause sheep can hear zippers" and the combination of my inflection and timing got them just rolling on the floor, it was SO wonderful. he bowed down to my superiority with jokes. it was fabulous.
ah, and i had an epiphany last night. i wasn't sure how i'd be able to go to a bit of jonathan's party and then come home, b/c i knew it was DEFINITLY a bad idea to go to rock horror at midnight seeing how i have a matinee the next day (i'm really taking west side story as a job. i show up, i get where i need to be, i don't fool around backstage or in the green room. it feels pretty good) and then i realized, hey, ingrid is going to be in grease and not at the party. i was in west side story and not at the last sort of party thing that was done, and i hated not having anyone special come see me that friday night. i'm going to go make ingrid happy by showing up to grease. and it be so much easier to get there and get home afterwards and such. no jonathan tho :( *sigh* well THATS what he gets for going to see manic notion instead of me. hmph. and you know, i'm sure there will probably be other get togethers with that group. if not, i'm going to college. i doubt i will have a lack of social oppertunities there :)
*sings* I feel like i'm not out of bed yet. oooooh oh oooooh oh oh-oh-ooooh. oh the air is sweet but my lady's sweeter. sleeep sleeeeep in your lady's arms (harmony comes in) sleeeeep sleeeep in your bed....
it's such a gorgous ballad to open On The Town, and i just sing it when i wake up. it has a soulful, wailing quality to it, and it's sung by a BEAUTIFUL bass voice. *happiness* creamy...
anyway, according to the most recent test i took at spark.com i'm 22% slut. probably mostly due to the naked pictures i have of myself. or maybe that was just my excuse to say i have naked pictures of myself. *shrugs* oh well..
(in reference to some movie)
BradBot2000: have you seen it?
NeeliaBuzz: ... no...
BradBot2000: oh my god
NeeliaBuzz: shad up!!!
NeeliaBuzz: i can sing your musical ass under the table!
how wonderful would it have been if i had "these are the movers. these are the shapers. these are the people who fill the papers" it would sound like a compliment but really they were lyrics with a sarcastic undertone... *twinkles fingers* ooo...
today was good. i got to talk to the vision therapy doctor about what the treatment was doign, so now i feel a BIT more involved. then i went over to jonathan's and hung out, and it was all weird with his dad, but since he's the always nice guy nothing happened. *sigh*
i haven't blogged too recently. thats the trouble with being active. anyway, i think it was monday i slept until 3:30, after being on the phone with jonathan till the wee hours of the morning, and was thinking i should go to bed at a reasonable hour, but then neil called at 11 and that plan just went out the window. tuesday i saw cats&dogs with chloe. very cute movie. the humans weren't good, but the animals were great. just something about the dog saying, "son of my mom" in a kids movie was delightfully clever. and somehow these cats and dogs were able to use human devices without opposable thumbs...
went and hung out with neil in the afternoon. we got jamba juices and walked about the neigborhoods with no sidewalks, wondered at oaktrees and the moon, and even stopped at paz's house on the way back to see if we could add joy to her day with a very cute puppet, but she wasn't home... anyway, went back to neils house and i attempted to explain the workings of chain mail but he "lacks the dexterity to handle such things" i think was how he said it. harry potter trailer excitedness, pillow fight, puppets, and no making out... but i've gotten into his subconsious if you know what i mean... ;)
anyway, come home and do NOT go to bed because i think that i can just spend a LITTLE time online (psh, yeah right). "have sex" with jonathan, stay up till 4 in the morning on phone with jonathan, very much wish we lived together and could fall asleep and wake up next to each other. alarm wakes me up at quarter to 11, then eleven, then i reset it to twelve, call jonathan and basicly fall back asleep with each other on the phone. it was that sort of state where your voice hasn't woken up so you just think about what you were going to say but it doesn't always materialize without great effort. let jonathan, go back to sleep, decide since i have to wake up more to call the up-at-7-AM neil and get some of his energy. works like a charm. my first sentence or something was say about ten times fast than how i was talking before.
must go to eye therapy soon. i haven't been doing my homework...
