i dont think this is about anything
so this morning, william h macy taught a class at atlantic. he and felicity huffman are in town for the Tisch Gala this evening, which I will be attending, in my favorite pretty-dress.
macy is like, atlantic's jesus, so it was surreal, to say the least. i got in the elavator, nose running from the wicked wind outside, so bundled i was wobbly on top, in my usual cheery mood (cause the elevator man is so cute and old and he makes me happy) and who walks in behind me but macy himself! he was talking to our company's director and it was SO WEIRD. myself and a couple other students kinda glanced at each other and all held our breath. yeah. then he shared his wisdom with us for two hours and some lucky upper classmen got to work with him. i didn't even mind that this really big asshole conservatory 2nd year stood in front of me, forcing me to stand on a block at the back of the room, cause it was worth it. but i did want to kick that guys ass, really bad. hes one of those gay guys who for some reason thinks being gay makes him a diva. ...i know too many gay guys, obviously.
its weird, i thought i was busy at the beginning of the semester, but looking back, i can only laugh. EVERYTHING IS NUTS! AR56{"G{"PAAujoo
like that.
i only have 4 more days of studio, which is exciting cause its been an awesome semester, and i finally get to show what ive done with it, but its also really sad, cause i only have 3 more days with my group, which is basically my family here. and i think i only have 3 more days of academics, then papers are due at some point, but im not going to worry about it. i always manage to write those dang papers somehow.
christmas is everywhere, here, but the family and friends that go with it are not. its bittersweet. it makes me very anxious to go home, and very mad that i'm not rich and i cant pay for all my favorite people to live in a penthouse apartment with me. missing people hurts me.
if you haven't guessed, im writing this instead of a paper. HAHAHA. if i didnt love my teacher so much, i wouldnt do it at all. good teachers are secretly evil, they trick you into doing things you dont want to do out of guilt.
i need a haircut SO BAD. my split ends are so bad that its funny.
i want to curl up on my couch at home and watch movies.
i have really strong muscles now and it weirds me out.
blech. this morning was so cool and im so excited for tonight AND I DONT WANT TO FINISH THIS PAPER OR GO TO MY CLASS AT 330. BUT IVE ALREADY USED MY ABSENCES. BLAHHHH. its just, writing a critique, about a movie review, for a movie you havent even seen, is just awkward!!!!okay, fine, i'll go finish it.
-meagan.
macy is like, atlantic's jesus, so it was surreal, to say the least. i got in the elavator, nose running from the wicked wind outside, so bundled i was wobbly on top, in my usual cheery mood (cause the elevator man is so cute and old and he makes me happy) and who walks in behind me but macy himself! he was talking to our company's director and it was SO WEIRD. myself and a couple other students kinda glanced at each other and all held our breath. yeah. then he shared his wisdom with us for two hours and some lucky upper classmen got to work with him. i didn't even mind that this really big asshole conservatory 2nd year stood in front of me, forcing me to stand on a block at the back of the room, cause it was worth it. but i did want to kick that guys ass, really bad. hes one of those gay guys who for some reason thinks being gay makes him a diva. ...i know too many gay guys, obviously.
its weird, i thought i was busy at the beginning of the semester, but looking back, i can only laugh. EVERYTHING IS NUTS! AR56{"G{"PAAujoo
like that.
i only have 4 more days of studio, which is exciting cause its been an awesome semester, and i finally get to show what ive done with it, but its also really sad, cause i only have 3 more days with my group, which is basically my family here. and i think i only have 3 more days of academics, then papers are due at some point, but im not going to worry about it. i always manage to write those dang papers somehow.
christmas is everywhere, here, but the family and friends that go with it are not. its bittersweet. it makes me very anxious to go home, and very mad that i'm not rich and i cant pay for all my favorite people to live in a penthouse apartment with me. missing people hurts me.
if you haven't guessed, im writing this instead of a paper. HAHAHA. if i didnt love my teacher so much, i wouldnt do it at all. good teachers are secretly evil, they trick you into doing things you dont want to do out of guilt.
i need a haircut SO BAD. my split ends are so bad that its funny.
i want to curl up on my couch at home and watch movies.
i have really strong muscles now and it weirds me out.
blech. this morning was so cool and im so excited for tonight AND I DONT WANT TO FINISH THIS PAPER OR GO TO MY CLASS AT 330. BUT IVE ALREADY USED MY ABSENCES. BLAHHHH. its just, writing a critique, about a movie review, for a movie you havent even seen, is just awkward!!!!okay, fine, i'll go finish it.
-meagan.