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well, it's been an interesting... how long has it been since my last update? far too long, livejournal, far too long.
i've spent a good amount of time doing a good amount of nothing, really. let's see. in the past... while... i've been getting more and more into winter-ish moods. which is nice. it'd kinda suck if i was suddenly seized by a summer mood and attempted to run naked through the warm rain, ending up w/ frostbite on my, er, tail. what was i talking about? ah yes, winter moods. yes. i've been listening to cozy acoustic guitar music and wandering around my house swathed in large soft blankets, enjoying alternately hot cocoa and hot tea, though never at the same time. i do have my standards, you know.
i modeled for scott a while ago. which was loads of fun. scott is awesome. and we never hang out. which is bad news. but the good news is that we're going to start hanging out. i've made the decision, and there's no stopping me now. i think the turning point was when i saw that he had jenga EXtreme in his basement. no turnin back there. another person on the awesome-but-under-hung-out-with list is morgan. who i've never modeled for. can you imagine modeling for a lit student to write a poem of you? what fun. emoting fiercely. anyway, all this shall be remedied, as i will hang out with both of them this coming weekend, and i will learn from both of them. morgan, well-schooled in the waldorfian arts of handicrafts and interpretive dancing, will teach me to knit. and scott, deeply-learned in the photographian arts of photography, will teach me how to use my new camera. perhaps darcy will make a cameo to teach me how to spell pretentious. oh wait, too late! zing. just kidding, darcy, you should come and play cello.
i've read some interesting stuff lately. the emerson essay for english was loads of fun. i just started reading the thoreau essay, got about a quarter of the way through it, and decided it isn't nearly as good as emerson's. perhaps he should declare his own genius more often, like wilde or emerson. i read a book called blink by malcolm gladwell. he wrote the tipping point, which is an awesome book. as was blink. the guy is a freakin genius. well, let me quantify that. his is the sort of genius that doesn't contain too much original thought, but his talent lies in taking disparate studies, experiments, history, etc, and stringing them together to prove a point, or in this case, a giant theory that kicks a lot of ass. he also mentioned this site in his book, and i've been spending a lot of time there recently. check this out: www.implicit.harvard.edu. it basically tests your unconscious preferences. it's enlightening. i also read a one-man play by david sedaris, whom i looooovvvveeeee. it's called santaland diaries, and it's his account of working as an elf in Macy's. i did a monologue from it last week in class. and this friday, i'll be doing a monologue as a white militant supremacist that i stole from kardos in lunch today. that's one of the things i love about acting-- you get to be a really interesting person. and as harold pinter (nobel-prize winner, natch.) once said, "it is better to be interesting than well liked." discuss.
school's been pretty nice lately. big booty has been making mornings more interesting, and i can only see the games getting better, as we only just discovered the actual rules this afternoon. speaking of this afternoon, yay for getting out of school early and missing most of history! speaking of apush, the sub, mr. Zelewho, has been getting more and more and more prickish. and i've been doing less and less and less work in that class. actually, that's been a trend lately in most of my classes-- not doing work. which ain't too good, since this is the year where i make my miraculous transformation into ideal-college-transcript-boy. meh. maybe i'll get lucky, and it'll turn out just to be me coasting into winter break. yes, that must be it. whew. that was a close one. speaking of that, i took the SAT this past saturday. wait, let me rephrase that.
MY WEEKEND:
friday night was a bunch of boring nothing. especially compared to the stories of other peoples' friday nights. why do i do nothing? oh, right, i was going to bed early so that i could wake up ready for saturday morning, and...
the SATs. not too hard. i thought that the math was harder on the psats. it was just really really long. and you get two 5 minute breaks. and i really really had to pee before the first break. if you're in any of my classes, you know that i pee a lot. sometimes i think that something is wrong with me. but then i remember that i drink a lot. anyway, SATs were pretty tedious by the end, but not too bad. (i say this now, but when my score turns out to be 12, i'll cry. not really. maybe a little. then i'll pee.) I came back home, hung out w/ my grandparents, who will soon be leaving for Arizona for the winter. they migrate. THEN, we all went to pumpkin theatre to see julia in beauty and the beast. the show was fun. lots of fog towards the end. it was cute. after the show, i gave julia flowers and a birthday present (her birthday was friday) and i went home w/ her. we napped a little. ok, i napped a little with her while she read her present, Boy Vey: A Shiksa's Guide to Dating Jewish Men. yeah. then, we and her family went out to dinner at this really awesome restaurant in the city, Pazo. it's a tapas place, which is fun. good stuff. we went back home, she opened some more gifts, her mom drove me home.
sunday, i slept late, raked some leaves, went to work. my work is weird. i'm the music counselor at the JCC for a program called Sunday Funday, which is for developmentally disabled kids 5-17 or something like that. (maybe i've explained this before.) (i think i have. i'll stop this explanation now. sorry, loyal readers.) i came home, babysat sophie, made dinner, chilled, slept. i have very little life, especially when julia is in a show. le sigh. i'll make my own fun! oh, i will! with my six year old sister! i play checkers w/ her everytime i babysit her. usually, i beat her into the ground. (how will she learn if i go easy? besides, i tell her where not to go, where to go, etc. and i still manage to beat her. look at me, big strong man.) but she must be getting better, because we backed each other into a stalemate. then i realized that we had set the board up wrong, because you can't get to a stalemate in checkers. oh well. end of weekend.
after school and big booty today, korman came over and we looked at some shakespeare stuff for the hamlet audition (SOON!), watched rubber johnny (whoooah), tried to download some michel gondry videos (didn't work), discussed something... william s burroughs was in there, i remember that.... watched some ali g show, and he left before dinner.
yeah... so that's pretty much it. i think i've achieved my objective of an aladdin-length narrative. i don't really want to read the rest of civil disobedience. feh. since i may not update before the auditions for hamlet, i should here express that i am sooooo hyped about them. i am sooooo hyped up about them. there. expressed. done. wait, no, before i go, something to foster discussion... let's see... visual artists, if you could only paint/sculpt/something in one color for ever and ever, what would it be? lit kids, what type font would you use/ what perspective would you use? acting kids, what dialect would you act in? business kids, what unethical profit-ensuring method would you use? everyone: tell us a secret. make it a good one. it doesn't have to be yours.