Cold + cold meds ramblings! Yay!
At work today, in between editing and uploading images (shameless plug for the online store, if you or someone you know enjoys quilting and Alaskana), I ended up outlining about half of a League of Extraordinary Gentlemen fic to lienne wherein Looking-Glass Land is actually all that stands between the real world and Lovecraftian horrors, and as the looking glass that the League confiscated has begun to act strangely, a young Sherlock Holmes is tasked by his brother to get Alice Liddell out of the madhouse so that she can defeat the Elder God, the Snark.
(*dry* I can pinpoint for you each reinterpretation of Alice that's influencing that, and how. Yeah, I'm still plugging away at an article.)
So I went to this dinner/auction/production of Midsummer Night's Dream tonight at ATY, which was fun in spite of the cold I'm catching -- but also intensely weird. They had three different screens playing videos, most of which involved clips from old productions, including clips of my performances in Midsummer (2005) and Julius Caesar (2006). ~Nostalgia!~ Man, Caesar was a kickass show.
But it was downright shocking to see myself on film around the age of 16. People keep telling me I look like I lost weight in Greece -- which I did, but only a few pounds -- but damn have I lost weight since I was a teenager. I had super puffy cheeks. I mean, I was never overweight, and I was active all through my high school years, but I was still . . . husky? I used to describe myself as built like a hobbit, short and stocky, and that evidently was a fair assessment.
My driver's license from 2007 lists my weight as 125; three years later I'm down to 110. I'll probably never be shaped like, I dunno, Natalie Morales (I've been watching a lot of Middleman lately), because my body's just not built that way -- and, y'know, there are spots I would like to be a little leaner. (I go to a school where more than half the girls are hand-picked to be leading lady Hollywood material. It's tough not to have image issues.) But the bottom line is, the trend is good. I'm in good shape and getting better.
I ought to go for a bike ride tomorrow if the weather's nice, although I have been informed by my sister that my bike is barely worth the amount Dad paid for it at the thrift store ($25, several years ago).
Ugggh so tired but so stuffy. To sleep or to sniffle?
(*dry* I can pinpoint for you each reinterpretation of Alice that's influencing that, and how. Yeah, I'm still plugging away at an article.)
So I went to this dinner/auction/production of Midsummer Night's Dream tonight at ATY, which was fun in spite of the cold I'm catching -- but also intensely weird. They had three different screens playing videos, most of which involved clips from old productions, including clips of my performances in Midsummer (2005) and Julius Caesar (2006). ~Nostalgia!~ Man, Caesar was a kickass show.
But it was downright shocking to see myself on film around the age of 16. People keep telling me I look like I lost weight in Greece -- which I did, but only a few pounds -- but damn have I lost weight since I was a teenager. I had super puffy cheeks. I mean, I was never overweight, and I was active all through my high school years, but I was still . . . husky? I used to describe myself as built like a hobbit, short and stocky, and that evidently was a fair assessment.
My driver's license from 2007 lists my weight as 125; three years later I'm down to 110. I'll probably never be shaped like, I dunno, Natalie Morales (I've been watching a lot of Middleman lately), because my body's just not built that way -- and, y'know, there are spots I would like to be a little leaner. (I go to a school where more than half the girls are hand-picked to be leading lady Hollywood material. It's tough not to have image issues.) But the bottom line is, the trend is good. I'm in good shape and getting better.
I ought to go for a bike ride tomorrow if the weather's nice, although I have been informed by my sister that my bike is barely worth the amount Dad paid for it at the thrift store ($25, several years ago).
Ugggh so tired but so stuffy. To sleep or to sniffle?