Nothing that can't be fixed...

Okay, so, in the time since my last post, I have:

( Teal deer. Well, I don't HAVE a teal deer, just this post is one. Big, giant teal deer. ).

So was the last three days.  And now, if you'll excuse me, it is waaay past my bedtime...

The Friday I planned:  Get up promptly, read The Piano Lesson, have a nice run in jogging class, kick ass in my afternoon classes, come home, shower, rehearse toned-down version of monologue, eat, put on neat clothes and just enough makeup to keep my eyes from disappearing on camera, return to campus, and kick yet more ass in my first film audition.

The Friday I actually had: Doze for an extra hour and a half after alarm went off, dash out of the house without reading or eating breakfast, attempt to run with shoes on* and reawaken nearly-healed shinsplints + mysterious left calf ouchies, realize I forgot to pack lunch and have to buy an overpriced sandwich, bluff my way through quiz on The Piano Lesson, get rained on (read: soaked) while walking to anthropology/forensic osteology class, get completely drenched upon leaving said class, decide to hide in the costume shop until the rain slacks off, discover that the latest rehearsal report (which I didn't get) included orders for yet another frog and to permanently attach Romeo's dagger scabbard to its frog, spend three and a half hours doing that, fend off low blood sugar with a cold vending machine Pop Tart, and go into my audition with greasy hair and scruffy clothes and not a speck of makeup to cover the dark circles under my eyes.

In other words, yesterday was less than excellent.  The only bright spots I can see from here are the portabella & foccatia sandwich I paid too much for at lunch (which had slightly soggy bread and a watery tomato on it), and the fact that the sky had cleared and I was at least dry by the time my sucky audition rolled around.  Actually, no, that's not quite true.  Despite how frustrating the rain and the not-getting-the-rehearsal-reports things were (just my luck that the three I don't get are, with one exception, the only ones in the entire rehearsal process so far to include information that directly pertained to me), I'm really glad to be involved in this production (which is going to be SO AMAZING I can't quite comprehend it), and it was very cool to have the trial-by-fire proof of how far my leatherworking skills have come in such a short time.  I mean, it took me forever and a day to finish those first few frogs, and now in the last two afternoons I've designed & built three frogs and modified a fourth.  That's pretty damn cool.

In other news, VolumeOne (the local arts magazine) posted pictures from the 24 Hour Project HERE, as well as video of one of the musical pieces from the project.  They're pretty spectacular, if you ask me.  (I'm in the foreground of picture #7, dragging a very large and not at all suspicious hand prop, and standing on the far left in the big group bow.)

Oh, and I was finally seduced by Twitter and MySpace.  Twitter is really very fun, which surprised me.  And I wasn't quite sure why I decided to get the MySpace account, but then I decided that impulse was made of win when the first (and so far only) friend requests I got were from Jen Gloeckner and Gruesome Boys.  O_O  I'm particularly pleased by Gruesome Boys - I hadn't heard of them before, but their music and overall style is COMPLETELY AWESOME, and I wouldn't have found out about them if they hadn't randomly decided to friend me on MySpace.

* The week before last, I forgot my running shoes, and my run went SO WELL that I kept with it for a while.  It was awesome, I was able to run without slowing to a walk for much longer than before, and my legs felt like they were getting more of a workout (before, my shins and left calf would hurt lots and I'd be busting a lung and exhausted, but the rest of my legs would still feel relatively fresh...  Which, overall, made for a very unsatisfying exercise experience).  But, since I will not always have a bouncy indoor track to run on, I decided to try shoes again, hoping that maybe I'd just turned a corner in my running fitness.  Um, no.  Not so much.

...Except I really don't have much to say.  I keep making blog-notes in my head, but by the time I have time to write them, I have forgotten them, or am far too sleepy to write them, or whatever.  And so the pattern continues today.

Let's see... I'm going to have to miss the second home-field MOA game in a row next weekend.  I forgot what weekend it was, and signed up for a theatre thing on the same day.  On the upside, it's a supremely awesome theatre thing, known as The 24 Hour Project.  Wherein all the craziest theatre students meet up for a smallish shindig at 7pm on Friday, and shortly thereafter, the writers wander off to do their thing.  They have until roughly dawn-ish to write a selection of short plays (one per writer), and then the actors (that's me) and directors and techies show up and start rehearsing said plays.  Curtain goes up on the finished product at 7pm Saturday.

Umm, what else...

There's more theatre yay with the R & J gear... I know what basic design I'm using, and I've got most of the specifics of Romeo's and ...I think Mercutio's frogs.  There's all manner of uncertainty yet, like I still need to figure the exact number of frogs required, and I don't know if any of the pertinent cast are lefties, and I'm just a little nervous about actually getting the construction underway, since that's when I'll figure out for sure if I can actually do this or not... yeep.  But it's a fun sort of yeep.

There's academic woe.  But it requires ranting, so due to the proximity of bedtime I won't go into it (in brief: craptastic prof + required course I'm not interested in = grr).  Well, some of it requires ranting, the rest requires bashing my head against the wall and panicking (or: so that's why I couldn't find graduate anthropology programs that specialize in Greek archaeology).  

And, although I've already failed spectacularly at the daily poem thing, it is still poetry month:

HOME by Viggo Mortensen

He's got a deep, abiding respect
Verging on idol worship
For where things end up.
There are unopened letters
In his refrigerator, a fake
Fingernail in his soapdish,
Shoes everyplace.
These things, and many more
Leavings, fragments, balancing
Reminders of a breeze
From a slammed door--
Configurations of sanctified loose ends--
Have become the living net
Above which he performs
The movements that make
The clock work.

Although I occasionally feel as though I am. Yes, zombification is not out of the realm of possibility. This is the first time I've even glanced at LJ in a week. I'm still at skip=300 (good thing I have a small flist), and I'm about to go to bed.

But! Antigone went really well, and I went to see a production of Noises Off (which I have to write a paper on. Do you have any idea how hard it is to pay attention to design elements while trying not to die from laughter?) which featured in the role of Tim someone I vaguely knew from the WI RenFaire. So I've had fun, but the last week has been kind of a crunch, as in I got to watch an hour or two of TV a night, but otherwise all hours of my days have been spent doing homework of some sort. Which, as you may know, is very exhausting. Between the excessive schooling ("My head hurt like a warehouse / It had no room to spare...") and the cold I'm getting, my eyes are so puffy blinking feels weird (seriously, I'm turning into one of the Mole People from Planet Word), and I just looked at the clock and thought: "Damn, I meant to get myself to bed 45 minutes ago." It's not quite ten o'clock. Dear Lord. It's a good thing Thanksgiving Break is coming up, I think my delinquency/layabout skills have gotten corroded from lack of use...

Oog. Bedtime.

P.S. I'm registered for next semester's classes! Yay!

P.P.S. I'm going to be very disappointed if no one gets the song quote...

I don't want Halloween to be over....  ::pouts::

"People in ancient Greece had tattoos of Jesus, didn't they?" -- A chorus member, learning on Monday that his costume had short sleeves.

I'm pleased to report that I am suffering no ill effects from my collision, other than a tendency to get a little twitchy about things on the center line.  I seriously did a full-body flinch when a leaf blew across the road Monday night.  Then I felt silly.

Today was the last of midterms for me.  Good, right?  Erm... theoretically.  Things did not go well.  The mostly multiple choice half went okay, considering that I've been running around so much (and freaking out over my speech, which actually went quite well)  that I didn't have any time to study.  Which wasn't a big deal with the more general textbooky questions, but the couple play-specific ones....  And in-class written portions aren't my forte even on the best of days.  Don't know why, as I've been calling myself a writer for ten years.  I blocked.  It was bad.  I nearly had a Patented Cerys Academic Meltdown when 3:50 rolled around.  But I managed to pull myself together and scribble a paragraph (in the place of an essay).  Yeek.  The one upside is that I was given the night off from rehearsal and told to get some sleep (need that.  My life is not meant to be lived by someone who needs 8+ hours of sleep a night).  And this exam covers a relatively small portion of my grade, so I should be okay.

But I'm sick of being all emo.  On to the fabulousness of yesterday! There's something wrong with that sentence.  I don't know what.

All went well.  I got in to do decorations for the Farrago (the campus literary magazine) reading with plenty of time to spare, so I had a leisurely hour or so to stretch cobwebs on things (just one of little 67-cent packages covered the whole door and the podium.  I was impressed.), and fiddle with table arrangements.  The event went really well, we actually had an audience, and there were nine people (including myself) who read.  I did The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe, which was by far the longest piece (I was faced with the choice of either being the 13 gazillionth person to read the Raven, or go with something long and very pretty-sounding.  In hindsight, I could have something from my French fairy tales book - perhaps Blue Beard - but I was in a Poe mindset).  Everybody did really well with their readings, and lots of fun was had.  We're hoping to do this again.

I made the trip home instead of lurking on campus, because I had homework to do, and I needed to paint my nails (painting your toenails and reading a sociology textbook at the same time is harder than it sounds, BTW).  Plus between his work and my school/rehearsal schedules, my dad has proven an elusive being, and I hadn't seen him since Sunday evening despite living in the same house.  So I took the opportunity to go home partly so I could have dinner with him and moss6886.  Actually, a not-microwaved dinner was also reason to spend the extra hour in the car.  And I got to make one last bid for them to come with (their response : "*whivel whivel* Worknight..."  Party poopers.).

Then there was the main event: Rocky Horror Picture Show!  I happily got all tarted up in the leather mini, cutaway jacket, and precious little else.  My not-so-dedicated slinky-walk practice over the past couple weeks paid off, as I was complimented early on how well I worked my 3" stiletto heels.  I'm not certain, but I think I may have had the second-most outrageous outfit there.  The most outrageous undoubtedly goes to Patrick, on merit of boots alone, with wings and makeup merely an added bonus.  (BTW, it was discovered that the women on campus really don't appear to care if there's a man in their bathroom.)  I am, unfortunately, short of pictures of the event.  I got about a dozen, but a lot of them are blurry (my camera will produce some of the most amazing pictures ever in the proper setting, but it's hit-or-miss when it comes to quick people pictures), and there aren't any of me in my ensemble 'cause I feel weird and narcissistic asking people to photograph me. 

We managed a crowd of about 40.  The movie itself was relatively sedate, largely because we didn't want to clean stuff up afterward in the theatre, but also because the percentage of people who had seen Rocky Horror before was small enough that we all sat in our seats not wanting to be the only one up and doing the Time Warp.  I think it was a success, though, and I had a great time.  Sad-that-the-night-is-over great, although given the way today went and the homework I had to finish, I'm kind of glad I didn't join the group that went to startle people at Perkins (although it would have been very entertaining).  But I don't want Halloween to be over!

It is nearing 1am.  Methinks I have failed in my assignment to get some sleep.  I blame Steve Nash (OMG he cut off his hair!).  I thought of blaming the entire NBA, then the Western Conference, but I narrowed it down to the Phoenix Suns, and then I realized that it was the Canadian boy's fault.  However, game over and won, it is time to go to bed.

Oh, and one more reason my sociology professor kicks ass: she forwarded me this.  It's Rocky Horror in 30 seconds.  By bunnies.

You know what I wish?  I wish when you plug in a USB mouse to a laptop, the buttons on the touchpad disable.  I'm writing from the campus commons, and I've accidentally right-clicked with the palm of my hand four time in the ten minutes the computer's been on.  It's really annoying.

I'm staying late tonight (my classes usually wrap up at 4) so I can audition (first ever audition!  Eek!) for the school/community production of Antigone at 7 o'clock (meaning tonight will be my first solitary nighttime drive home.  Eek again!).  I had originally thought to go for a minor role, but as there are only three female characters...  Well, I think my new motto is "Aim high.  There are more things to grab on the way down."

So, chilling my heels in the commons.  I've got the computer (dammit, moss6886, it's not named BonBon!!!), I've got food, I've brought my guitar just in case I get really bored.

...

The Pepsi machine is evil.  Oh, sure, it took my five quarters.  But it must be unbalanced or something, because they just lodged right behind the coin slot, instead of falling down into the machine.  So I'm out $1.25, and I still don't have anything to drink ::dies of dehydration::.  Crap.  :(

...

Carrying on, there also should be a presentation a presentation to do with a study abroad trip to Ireland starting in a few minutes, so there should be enough for me to do without going insane from boredom.

To the Great and Powerful FList:  OMG!  I'm going to miss Bones!  Please, tell me where I can find a crappy low-res download of it tomorrow!  Pretty pretty please?