Heals The Original Dryness: 03/01/2002 - 04/01/2002
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
3.29.2002
elliot! accepted at fucking everywhere! you rule! congradulations!
my thoat hurts. audition... eh, could've done better, could've done worse. i hope i get called back cause i want to be able to show them more. i did get to show off my contortions. it was great! i love peoples reactions to those *giggles maniacly (i really have no idea how to spell that word, i should probably look it up)*
acting studio I... is awesome, and greg is fantabulous and i can definately see how bryy can say that that class changed his life. it's been two days and i think i learned more than i ever did from classes with mr capron. its just like, wow, he just watches and focuses and pin points what you need to do so fucking well, its just awesome
lounge at porter: a couch has been stolen... but that was yesterday while we were high off of plastic bubble fumes... today... stadium seating (WOOO!!!!)
at first they were trying to stack one couch on top of the other... but that didn't work too well... so they got the two coffee table thingies and put the couch on those... then two other people got the ping pong table or something like that, and put a couch on top of that. and a third couch on groud level created.... stadium seating (WOOO!!!!)
we college people are weird :)
ah. we then played smash brothers, and i was devirginized to nintendo game cube...
ingird, you have NOTHING against our idea of reinterpreting Into the woods as a schitzophrenic dilusion of jack "they're magic beans, mother!"
basic story: we did not have a cow for the majority of rehersal... we did not GET a cow until final tech dress... and the cow, was about 10 times the size of the leather suitcase we had been practicing with... so we thought, "fuck the cow, lets use the suitcase!" for it was a leather suitcase, and therefore could be thought of as the former milky white. we were thinking we could just use it as absract representation... but the suitcase was brown... that made it a bit difficult... so we decided that jack was crazy. after milky white died he made a leather suitcase out of her hide and drug it about by a rope as a memory of the lost cow.
then theres the beans. all the characters that come in contact with jack and milky white also encounter the magic beans, so they're really just delusions created by the magic bean trip, and the giantess is the encredibly fruedian manifestation of his bitterness towards his mother and long lost father. think about it! it works so well! i wrote more details about it in my old note book, i'll have to look them up and refresh my memory on that conversation. we were joking about the possiblities for like 2 hours. alana left towards the beginging to go to jamba juice and when she got back we were still at it. ah... memories of the chapel basement...
i smile not so much for spending my mom's money at old navy, tho i did find a pair of jeans in the clearance area that ended up being $3.99 (so awsome, i love finds like that), or that i didn't pay more than $20 for any one item, but that after we left old navy we passed by a hot topic, and i just HAD to drag mom in to show her the spectacular goth dresses that they sell there, as well as the cute 50's style cherry-print dress... which she buys for me! well, not immediatly, but she checks it out for care instructions, and i try it on and prance around in it, and she asks, when will you where this, and grips that she should just put us on a clothing allowance, and points out a bodice thats on sale but doesn't fit, and grips that it's not on sale, but i just found a pair of jeans that were 4 dollars, and she didn't buy me a graduation dress (i pointed out the white gothic dress that i wanted for graduation, but then found mom's jewish wedding dress which looked wonderful on me), so she extracted a promise that i'd wear it on wednesday for seder (and possibly next year for tu bishvat seder) and got it for me :D it was wonderfully exciting. i wore it while watching the oscars, and pranced about in bare feet with it on and felt very pretty and wonderful. someone needs to take me to prom now so i can wear it ;)
dude, whats with this delayed reaction to my introduction of ennagram tests into the blogging world, oh, five months after the fact! *rolls eyes in a exaderated fed up manner* i can't work with this! i will be in my trailer!
the oscars for me are like really really crappy junk food. i know it's crap and that it really has no nutritional value but i just keep coming back to it. ...probably not the best analogy, but i can't help but watch it. it's just one of those spectacular displays of sound and fury signifying nothing that i desperately want to be chased by someday.
i LOVE this new conditioner i bought it is SO cool and SO nice and my hair is SO curly and SO poofy SO i think i shall use it (wait. probably didn't need to emphisis that last 'so') everyday, and i really can't concentrate with benn's hand where it is so i think i shall cut this short. seeing r&j tonight. very exciting. :) *reads tamar's blog* ooo! i'll see you there! cool!
i had like 5 conversations on the topic of the teacher/potential parent discovery of this cricle of blogs. i saved all of them. maybe write an article on the topic. or post highlights of the conversations later. anyway, i just wanted to apologize for not being at castilleja right now, benn decided not to go to work, and it seemed kinda pointless to show up for just a half hour, esp when his bed was so nice and warm and soft and cozy...yeah... i'll come by some time in the near future... really i will O:)
amusing story of the night: benn was taking his unix tests online and got a whole bunch of questions wrong even tho when he tested them they were right and he knew they were right in theory and everything, so this was very much upseting him, esp since his professor had not answered his questions pertaining to the quiz. so he writes a huge long email pointing out the faults in the gradings and stuff... and he gets back an email saying, "yup you were right, most people just weren't smart enough to think that way so i made it easier, etc. i've adjusted your grade." benn goes "YES! i was RIGHT! i have to gloat about this to my dad"
i just find it so amusing that he got punished for being right. *shrug* thats an online course for you.
ah yes, people, be sure to go here and show your support for gay parents. were only behind by like 200 right now, so let people know. send the link to friends, etc etc.
ah yes, and if anyone is at santa cruz and can turn in a paper for me, that would be FABULOUS.
i'm back at benn's :) over slept, pointed out sights to a santa cruzian on the train heading up to mountain veiw, got to eat yummy thai food in the car and drink really really yummy iced tea (ah yes i got iced tea at the metro center as well, the sales clerk reminded me of nora's ex noah, he was really nice, tried to sell me a cookie, but the tea was fine. tasty too. ice helped numb my cold sore.) sat through a bit of their final cut pro class, wasted time in the computer lab, jay was reading a formula 1 magazine, he's such a GUY it's hilarious, he like revels in his testosterone. dropped off jay, came home, cuddled, made love, cuddled, slept (at least, i did, i was so exausted), watched family guy episodes, fun stuff. hopefully i'll get a massage tomorrow :)
the following is a silly conversation: DaMadFiddler: humbug
NeeliaBuzz: :-P
DaMadFiddler: don't you stick your tongue out at me, little lady
NeeliaBuzz: :-P:-P:-P:-P:-P:-P:-P:-P
NeeliaBuzz: :-P
NeeliaBuzz: take that
DaMadFiddler: one of these days, someone's gonna steal that tongue
NeeliaBuzz: naw, it's a quick tongue
NeeliaBuzz: retreats from danger quite easily
NeeliaBuzz: :-)
NeeliaBuzz: see
NeeliaBuzz: now you see it :-P
NeeliaBuzz: now you don't :-)
NeeliaBuzz: O:-)
fade in, fade out: later DaMadFiddler: ...teenage girls...
DaMadFiddler: will they never learn?
DaMadFiddler: :-P
NeeliaBuzz: *steals ian's tongue*
NeeliaBuzz: ha!
DaMadFiddler: oh-ho!
DaMadFiddler: that was just my FALSE tongue, attached to the end of the real one!
NeeliaBuzz: *looks at it* aw shit
DaMadFiddler: [quickly dissolves into glow-in-the-dark, permanent marker ink all over NeeliaBuzz's hands]
DaMadFiddler: take THAT
NeeliaBuzz: *smears it all over ian's face*
NeeliaBuzz: take THAT DaMadFiddler: [dodges; NeeliaBuzz gets it on Benn instead]
DaMadFiddler: :-D
NeeliaBuzz: yeah thats right, hide behind my boyfriend
NeeliaBuzz: you fucking coward...
DaMadFiddler: you're just jealous of my quick reflexes
NeeliaBuzz: *chases ian around with evil glow-in-the-dark ink of doom*
DaMadFiddler: [turns on personal force field]
DaMadFiddler: Beam me up, Scotty!
NeeliaBuzz: (what???)
DaMadFiddler: I got all this stuff from my Fortress of Technologitude.
NeeliaBuzz: *takes out really large weapon and destructs his force field*
DaMadFiddler: which I teleported back to
DaMadFiddler: just in time
DaMadFiddler: to miss your laser
NeeliaBuzz: however my laser has a attached cable to it which i followed to your fortress
DaMadFiddler: nice try
NeeliaBuzz: what? i'm here aren't i
DaMadFiddler: but these things don't work when you make up wild horsecrap
DaMadFiddler: [my fortress is impenetrable; my teleport beam untraceable]
DaMadFiddler: :-D
DaMadFiddler: [sends holo-image of giant tongue]
DaMadFiddler: :-P
DaMadFiddler: tricky bastard, ain't I?
NeeliaBuzz: you're such a nerd!
i'll admit i've had more rewarding fight conversations than this, but this one was damn amusing.
*insert song lyrics here* back in business and ain't it grand. let the good times roll not perfect i know but they were the first to pop into my head. the song i was singing to myself earlier has slipped away
um... wow... dude... i want to go... can i go? can i have some time and money and tickets and just go? oh my god, that would just make my life so perfect.
cast for Snatch, as done by the pool party massacre improv team
turkish: TBA
tommy: brian
gorgeous george: dave or rob
brad pitt, the pikey: parker
bricktop: hopefully me...
errol and john: vanessa and parker
vinny and sol: gwen and me or vanessa
tyrone: nick
bullet-tooth tony: lee
boris the blade: david!
doug the head (jewish diamond dealer): rob or dale (leaning towards rob)
his daughters: vanessa and gwen
cousin avi: rob or dale
freddy four-fingers: me... maybe...
other random characters
girl at the bookie's: vanessa
pikey's ma: gwen
the scottish guy: rob or brian
internet explorer is being really weird on my computer. i just tried to post something and it just had an error and died.
anyway i have ordered things from coldwater creek. tis very exciting. bought josie a sweater and she and dad are going to buy me jeans :)
my histroy courses and new found knowledge of the world order have totally ruined my shopping experience. i have serious moral issues about giving my money to the old navy corperation even tho they have exactly what i want. it's terrible. so i'm thinking if my parents buy it for me then that will work... yeah... and i also really need to get a pair of berkenstocks. i miss berkenstocks. so yeah, going to go shopping with mom or dad sometime soon with josie :) should be fun.
i'm really excited about getting a long green evening skirt. it's just really exciting :D
well, they've deactivated my PAC number (personal activation code) so i can't call people off campus. so i have gotton off my butt and switched to working assests and hopefully that service will be up and ready before my other one gets disconnected. now, the moral oblication: do i pay the $40 phone bill even tho i will no longer have access with it? is the T1 line controled by our phone line or is it independant (this is the main one i'm worried about. i think it's independant but i really don't know and i don't want to loose internet access. i need it man!)? ... should i pay the $40 phone bill? mind you people only like a 1/3 of that $40 is actual phone talking billing stuff. it's a $12.50 per month recurring fee *has couching fit in general direction of UC regents*. hard to say, people... *sigh*
you know what, i really hope i can pull off making my L337 new page design idea. it would just be really fucking cool. i dunno. it just seems like all the pages out there are so linear and i jsut want to have more curves and... less linear-ness... and more art work :)
i don't know why the fuck i'm still awake. it's as if i'm literally, not afriad, i don't want to use that word cause then i will be paranoid for the rest of the WEEK, just... not wanting to go too sleep, even tho my eyelids are lead and looking at light hurts and i have a headache. my neck and shoulders have reached that point of tenseness where i'm getting a headache as a result. you know, it might also have to do with how i fucking bombed my LALS final and it looks like i'm taking an incomplete because thats the only way to get extra time for the take home part of the final, and i need to a butt load of reading and i really miss benn and i need SOMETHING! i'm so needing human contact. i was spralled over manik in the big chair on stage during hanging and focusing and we were singing really loud and it was fun and he was telling some story about how he got kicked in the inner thigh and he put his hand on my thigh kinda unconciously to show where he was kicked, and it was just nice to be touched, and i really need more of that right now, and i just need benn to hug me and make it all better. i'm so fucking fickle and capricious! i was having ian flashbacks in the car on the way back here. it fucking ruins my day. the guilt just of thinking about things. but thats the fucking awful part. i don't know whether i'm feeling guilty because i'm not supposed to be thinking about those kinds of things anymore, or if i'm actually feeling that it's not right. and at times its just hard to tell. fuck emotions. fuck fucking emotions. i need to sleep. thats probably the main thing thats fucking me up right now, major lack of sleep and high stress. i think i'm getting ill with the combination of both. that and too much fried food these last several days.
*runs around screaming, throws a tantrum, trys to somehow get rid of her fucking demons...*
i'm not sure if this is the third or fourth night all nighter i've pulled, and i'm not sure if i'm going to sleep for three hours right now or not... it's tempting, it really is... hm...
i just realized that i am completely devoid of wild party music- WAIT! no i'm not! i have the lachiusa version on tape in my tape deck. but that really doesn't count. well, yes it does. but i am completely devoid of wild party CD'S in my room. my lippa one is with josie cause mr capron gave it to her and i have not yet reclaimed it, and one of these days when i go on my CD shopping spree i am going to get the other one along with hedwig and snatch and the liza manelli caberet and things like that. probably get some dave mathews and goo goo dolls cds i lost like 3 years ago and still haven't replaced. *shrug* either that or blank cds and give them to people with cd burners and the cds i want and point and say "burn"... yeah... if it weren't the 00's, that would sound like a satanic curse of some kind. ah gotta love technology
so while i'm procrasitnating, i might as well tell the story of the guy in line at bj's who looked kinda sort familiar and started talking to me so i started talking to him as well and all the while i was thinking "do i know this guy?" but not really wanting to ask that outright so i just asked like "what college you at?" and "where have i seen you again?" and after talking to him and his friends for a while, well no, more like after being introduced to his friends who joined the conversation and intorduced themselves to me (department of redudancy department) i said "he just started talking to me. why was that btw?" "i dunno. you were there." "... yes i tend to do that often" " what, just be there." "sure" ::other person:: "that and the trenchcoat" "yeah, definitly the trenchcoat" "and the hooded sweatshirt thing under the trench coat. its a look" "do you get talked to often because of the trench coat" etc. anyway, it was a truely bizzare experience mostly because of the dream last night where i was comparing myself to a (non existant, it was in my dream) simpson's episode where lisa was like on a water jet thing and was draging a fishing line behind her, and she ended up catching like 7 whales and a cruise line, and i looked at that image and said, "thats me. i'm perfectly content with my water ski and yet i some how get 7 whales and a cruise line attached to me." see, in my dream i was at like a house or a party or something, and like all these people were like falling in love with me and i was feeling really ackward about that cause i was with benn, he wasn't there, but i was still going out with them, and then like brad pitt and edward norton were there and like i actually got to heavy flirting with edward norton and kisses him on a giggle, and later i was stressing to a friend about how brad pitt wanted to sleep with me, and i just flet like i had 7 whales and a cruise line trailing behind me and i didn't know what to do with them. cause like it's really flattering when whales attach themselves to you, so you feel guilty cutting them loose but at the same time... they're whales! dude! it jsut can't be done! you're not allowed to have 7 whales following you!
anyway, made a new friend tonight, i need to go study now. ah yes, and dick tracy was on tnt, or tbs, or something like that. i want that movie now.
i'm gonna love you like nothing you've known.
i'm gonna love you and you all alone...
*runs around in excitement* I HAVE A HOUSE!!!!! i mean, i don't know where it's going to be cause the lady i'm going to rent from hasn't bought it yet, and i'm not sure how its gonna be set up and everything, and i don't even know how much it's going to cost or who i'm going to live with, but this lady, marcie moyer, robert and daniel moyer's mother, has basically handed me the keys and said, "yeah, you can be in charge of putting together this house and over the summer help me pick one out."
!!!!!!!!
DUDE!!!! i'm practically garunteed a house! i love this lady! i don't know what i did to make her like me, but she seems to just be taking a leap, i don't know! i'm just flabbergasted that i don't even go searching for a place to live and i get an opportunity like this just cause i was friends with her kids during a show i did summer before my freshman year! *bouncybouncybouncybouncy* ok. pinball. work. food. pinball. repeat.
anniversarys of many a kind are coming up (benn 6 months, neil one year, jonathan year and a half, etc.), but for my one year of blogging anniversary, expect big changes in layout design... and hope and pray it will work... :)
*calms self* why are there so many songs about rainbows,
and whats on the other side?
rainbows are visions, but also illusions
and rainbows have nothing to hide...
NeeliaBuzz: part of me wants to apologize because i was angry and annoyed and really not talking in the best way, but the other part of me just feels like i've been comprimising how i feel too much by apologizing for it.
it's the whole 'do to others as you would have them do to you' thing. i feel they should apologize, so i say i'm sorry. fucked up, i know. and part of the time they really don't have anything to apologize for and it's all me, and part of the time they really were pricks and i have a right to be pissed off and angry... but sometimes they're mixed up in each other, so its difficult to say who needs to apologize, esp when most of it was pms on my part.
so, heres what i can say for certain right now. *climbs up to proverbial roof top, gets out proverbial bull horn, etc.*
jonathan, i'm sorry. i'm glad you have gab in your life and that you are happy. i cherish you as a friend and a person in my life.
benn, i love you. i'm sorry i put you through so much, and i'm sorry you feel you put me through a lot as well, but you are a wonderful boyfriend and companion and i am so lucky to have someone like you in my life
bryy, i will never understand you but you will pull through this.
you know what, life is pretty good. my shoulders and back are tight as hell, and i'm not sure what to do with myself and LALS, but striking the show at king's in seaside, and unloading the shit from the truck and storing it... i can see myself doing that for a living... it felt good :)
also i'm just feeling better about myself in general, and i love everyone and i feel so lucky to have so many wonderful people in my life, and if i ever have or do blow up at you (in particular, below... i really love you dear, and i apologize for being such a terrible ex and friend... more words later...) i apologize now for any hurt or damage because i love all of you so so so so much. *insert more sentimental hippie stuff here* once again, more words later...
wow, i should have mental breakdowns more often. they seem to get me emails (some with flower pics attached, thank you alfred, i love you). but yeah, i ran into ian at dinner, and when he asked if i was ok, i said no, but didn't really want to talk about it cause i didn't know where to begin and i didn't really feel like breaking down in the dinning hall. then i was going to play pool thinking that ian would be taking off for his room, but no, he stuck around, so i began ranting and crying and he gave me a hug and then we started walking and we changed the subject to i forget what, i think it was about a stray marajuana leaf that was in the stairwell. got to his room, it was so weird being back in there, i dunno, i just had to stop and look around for a minute, it just felt like it had been a while, and it had. anyway, we continued talking about nothing which i was happy with cause it was an amusing conversation, but ian being the veteran camp counsler pressed me to talk more, so i did, and did fine for a while just explaining the situation before breaking down again, which i was pissed about at the time cause i was tired of crying but thinking about it now, it was really just what i needed to do. i was really unable to cry in the morning when i really wanted to and really felt i needed to, but it felt so fake when i did which jsut made me even more upset with myself and i'd have to hit myself to get genuine tears... odd how our bodies don't do things when we want them and does when we don't. anyway, did some reading, watched simpsons, went to ragesties (fuckin freaky man), stood about with vanessa and nick and gwen for a bit, they went off and i waited for the shuttle, kinda meditating and watching the stars and the light hitting the trees and the city glow and such. nice place santa cruz.
(side note: an email from my dad to tell me he transfered money into my account)
The evil deed is done. Fight on and fear not.
Love, Dad
and we wonder where i get it from...
2 hours of sleep + stress + hunger + bladder infection + 7 am fire alarm beep from HELL (my current theory is that it actually was FROM HELL, and the demons of the underworld were punishing me for my heathen ways...) + general feelings of rejection and loss and inadequacy and wondering if you'll ever be able to fully love again + realizing it's really all your fault and you can't blame anyone and you're probably just getting a taste of your own medicine = stoic inability to cry, leading to self flagellation and crying not nearly as hard as you want to into your pillow which you have severly beaten as well.
i tore up your picture. i tore it up into little tiny peices so i couldn't recognize any one part as being part of your face or your hair or your jacket. it had been on my wall all year. now its scattered to the wind and washed away with the rain water. i'm sorry i've hurt you, i know i have at many different points in time. i think now i can let you go, as you've let me go.
does he hurt me... or do i hurt me...
it's me all me...
i am going to DIE. i am going to physically curl up in a ball and just go fucking insane and my body will say ok, thats it, we quit, and i will no longer be...
the beep from hell. fire alarm? no, it was only in MY ROOM! low battery? too much heat on my ceiling? i don't know, it wasn't constant or regular like that. so now it is 8 o'clock in the morning... i've gotten 2, maybe 3 hours of sleep cause the INSOMNIA struck again cause a certain someone has offically out and out dumped me, in so many words said fuck off, and i need to scream or vomit or cry till i choke or SOMETHING but instead i am this stagnent, fucked up piece of shit with a bladder infection and a fucking world wide conspiricy against her to NEVER GET ANY SLEEP! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! GO TAKE YOUR INABILTY TO EXPRESS YOUR FEELINGS AND YOUR HAPPY YOUNG NEW TROPHY AND GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!
i give good haircuts :)
gave one to robb just now. he didn't give me any money... i'll hit him up for some later or something. ooo! either that or charge aburey for more so i break even. hmmmm..... maybe i should take a summer job at super cuts or something, make a pretty penny that way. you probably have to go to hairstyling school or something like that. *shrug* something to think about.
i am wearing my- *gets dizzy and falls down* dude, i really need to take my meds *goes and gets them*
ok, lets try this again: i was wearing my flesh colored bodice today. happy happy. its odd how you don't notice somethings until you wear them out in public like, oh, how low the neckline is... i kinda walked into a bunch of jokes after dinner when i was expressing a desire to play pool but wasn't sure it was a good idea with my low neck line, but seeing how i was at a table with two guy friends they mearly said "nooooo, go aheeeeaaaad... we don't mind O:)" so i went and wooped their asses as cutthroat pool. i'm getting good at pool, its really refreshing! i can go in there and play at pretty much the same level as the other guys who actually go to porter and have the pool table at they're disposal 24/7, it's such an ego boost. :D
dude, cloud burst.
so anyway, i'm avoiding all my other homework by fervently memorizing my lines for my Elizabeth scene. it's wonderful! i get to be wonderfully over dramatic and angry and gesture and i LOVE IT! eee! *bouncy bouncy* *boinkboinkboink* hyper-ness, must get to work.
ok, maybe i should have gotten this out there BEFORE it became a trend but can people please stop deleting they're links? it's not about who read's yours, it's about who you read and want to honor.
(temporary distraction: DUDE, it's RAINING? whats up with that?!)
anyway, on a more selfish note, it was wonderfully convenient to be able to bounce from blog to blog instead of constantly going back to a home page to click a link or to have to go to my favorites menu. think of the TENDONS people! ...ok that made no sense, but please keep up links. let this be a temporary trend
tired of livin like a blind man stealin
and this is how you remind me...
this is how you remind me of what i really am....
so um... what's been happening recenlty... um...
ok, weekends, lets see if i can document weekends. there was one weekend i started documenting but then blogger became stupid and deleted my post. rawr. it was a saturday... i forget what benn and i were doing during the day but i had called neil to see what was up and to see if we could get together and watch princess bride, and benn and i were on our way to see laughing wild. no, it wasn't a saturday, it was a sunday, cause this was the last time we were going to be able to see laughing wild. i think i had a show the night before... or in the afternoon... no, we had no afternoon performances... so i think this was just the weekend we were at the louden nelson. anyway, it was a sunday evening, we went to go see laughing wild, but then we got there and there were signs out that the performance was canceled because one of the performers was sick. so we went "doh" and called neil back and said, "we're bored can we come over" and he said "i have homework" and we said "you have two days off" and he said "i know, but i have to do it nnnoooowww" and we said "like hell you do" and kinda went back and forth like that, and finally i said "neil, if we SHOWED UP at your house carrying a copy of princess bride with us, what would you do?" and he said "hang on" and went and asked his mum and came back and said "dvd?" and we said "sure" and he said "hang on" and benn started playing with the headlights in time with the music we were listening to and i said into the phone "neil, if you don't let us come over we will be forced to play with our headlights in tune with the radio" at the end of which neil got back on the phone and said "what what?" and i cracked up, and then benn started to add tapping the horn into his stomp routine, and i was laughing so hard i couldn't breathe, so neil ordered benn to stop it (which i communicated by wacking him on the head) and we got the whole thing straightened out. went and got the dvd and bombarded his house. well not so much bombarded as tapped on his window to make him let us in and hten watched it with frequent interuptions from his telephone. fun weekend.
the next weekend i remember we still had the princess bride dvd in my room so we watched part of it with rob reiner commentary, and the next night we got the tomas crown affair and watched it and made sweet sweet love, uch! so refreshing. we went to the beach the next day. rode the sky buckets. got cotton candy. played with sand, drawing hearts and stuff in little patches. happy day. i then ran into my dad and sister while they were driving back from seeing most fabulous story ever told, so i went and wandered downtown with them and then came back to campus for the improv meeting which was highly effective and we got somewhere and layed out a plan for ourselves and i made a suggestion about schedualing and they liked it and it was really cool and i felt really smart and stuff. and i guess that would have been last weekend cause then on wednesday we had a wonderful day of improv, and i had been really bouncy earlier with people and stuff cause i was beating people up, quote unquote, but we know me. beating up blake turned into him unmercilessly tickling me, beating up ian turned into him just grabbing my wrists so i'd stop punching him. oh-my-god-i've-completely-blanked-on-his-name-and-i-really-should-know-it-cause-he's-one-of-my-closest-friends-in-my-acting-section/i-want-to-say-jason-but-i-know-thats-not-right was good to fight with cause he concentrated mostly on blocking my blows and only once in a while putting in one for himself. then went and read and watched tv in the women's collective till practice started. there were times during that practice that i was laughing so hard i couldn't breath when we were playing bitty bitty bop. and we got through a wonderful game of three is a crowd in which my love for david as an improver was reaffirmed cause he just totally got it and played it well and i gave him a big hug afterwards, cause it was just exactly what i needed to see in the group. we went out to saturn's afterwards. sang moulin rouge on the way there. i am able to fake it quite well. didn't know half the words but managed to sing along :) much fun. "you've been bogarted!" "this is just a humphry zone!" and singing happy birthday to the theater person that was having a birthday. fun stuff, fun stuff. \
took the bus home on thrusday, took the train up to moutain view, got gellato and japanese snacky things with benn. we then called up jay and went and played pool for a while "what time is it" "it's 10:20" "why does my watch say 11:20?" "oh, cause i'm drunk...". one girl, three guys, beers, and talk of masturbation. one of the more amusing nights in my life. we went to krispy kremes afterwards, where there were many times during talks of jewishness, bodices, and communism that i laughed so hard i couldn;t breathe and had to motion with my hand to get jay and wobbles to lay off the jokes. anyway, much amusingness, much amusingness. ah yes, and reading a magazine in a bookstore and then having jay sneak up behind you and say "boo" in a very deep voice right next to your ear is very frightening *shivers down spine*
shows, castilleja, cast party, more shows, but it is 3:15 in the morning and i must go to bed, so that shall have to wait, for now
Hmmm... Tastes like Chicken.