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
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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.
