Stuff.
So, first of all, I would like to confirm that I had THE MOST AWESOME TRIP EVER last week. It was all fabulous, I made my first ever visit to Powells, Ashland is adorable, we saw Twelfth Night and stayed with an awesome lady who works the Festival, hung out in the park in the sun, visited the little shop, hauled ourselves down to San Fransisco where I not only got to see my mommy and her office but my good friend Corinna whom I had not seen in years AND she returned my personal copy of Life of Pi which was like sprinkles on top of the icing of seeing her on the San Fransisco cake.
And then there was Hamlet.
I pretty much am in love with that play. Well, Hamlet is basically the best play ever written in the history of plays, but THIS Hamlet? If you have ANY possible way of getting to Ashland before this November and seeing that play, do it. And bring me, please. It was absolutely phenomenal. And, on top of being totally flipping sweet, it gave me a really good idea of how I can marry my two loves: language and theater.
Because you see, apparently the guy who plays King Hamlet (the dead guy, right?) is a pretty famous deaf actor (Howie Seago). The seamless integration of ASL into the play was stunning to see and beautiful to watch. We couldn't stop talking about it at intermission, how young Hamlet even seemed to have some of the mannerisms of speech codas sometimes pick up (volume control, phrasing), and how it was hard to tell in the very beginning of the play because he would just stick a sign in every now and then ("Wait a minute... is he using sign language?"). Anyway, it was absolutely brilliant, and the woman we stayed with told us the next day that none of the hearing actors had known ASL before the play which only accentuated their incredible acting talent as we seriously could not tell. I was seriously flipping out all night and could hardly sleep. Then I woke up thinking about epic Hamlet awesomeness with sign language. It was AMAZING.
So now I want to go to school to learn ASL (even more than I already wanted to) and to theater. And go see that play again. Because holy Christ, it was The Best Play I have ever seen. Ever. Ever.
Then, you know, I had to come home. I've made it through Day 2 of reality reinstatement, and as my mother and her bicycling friends will tell you, Day 2 is usually the worst day. But I still have too many things to do in too short of a time span and instead of listing those things out to fret about them individually I've sort of just lumped them all together in my brain and look at them as an incoherent mass and flop over uselessly like some sort of dying squid.
Spread out over the mass of crap is a thin layer of fear regarding AmeriCorps which is pretty effectively keeping me from finishing my application. I assume that if I don't finish it and miss the 7/1 deadline I will feel like an idiot and bemoan my missed opportunity. But will I? I can't tell. The more I tell myself to just do it, because then I at least have a chance to actually make a choice, the more I feel like I'm just too scared to do it at all and might as well not waste my time.
Is now a good time to mention I only ever applied to one college out of high school? Wells took me.
Anyway, I've got barely a week, now, and my weekend is already full of plans. Seattle Pride is Sunday, and I've discovered that a crap-ton of my friends are going (including my mom) and it'll be my first time, so I expect to have a blast. And the Tattoo-That-Never-Was should finally Be no later than this Sunday. Or I'll just eat my foot and thusly have nowhere to put it anymore.
Things I need to watch:
OMG DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE WANT NOW EFFING MOFFAT.
I am so sick and tired of work. Especially at Value Village. I mentioned to a supervisor that I would probably have to take a morning class this quarter (which is true) and that I would be requiring fewer hours, so hopefully I can get down to at least 30 and they'll stick me back up front. That would be ideal, especially for the Halloween season. Need to start planning a couple costumes I've got in the back of my head.
Apathy. Sort of sucks, but I can't bring myself to care too much.
And then there was Hamlet.
I pretty much am in love with that play. Well, Hamlet is basically the best play ever written in the history of plays, but THIS Hamlet? If you have ANY possible way of getting to Ashland before this November and seeing that play, do it. And bring me, please. It was absolutely phenomenal. And, on top of being totally flipping sweet, it gave me a really good idea of how I can marry my two loves: language and theater.
Because you see, apparently the guy who plays King Hamlet (the dead guy, right?) is a pretty famous deaf actor (Howie Seago). The seamless integration of ASL into the play was stunning to see and beautiful to watch. We couldn't stop talking about it at intermission, how young Hamlet even seemed to have some of the mannerisms of speech codas sometimes pick up (volume control, phrasing), and how it was hard to tell in the very beginning of the play because he would just stick a sign in every now and then ("Wait a minute... is he using sign language?"). Anyway, it was absolutely brilliant, and the woman we stayed with told us the next day that none of the hearing actors had known ASL before the play which only accentuated their incredible acting talent as we seriously could not tell. I was seriously flipping out all night and could hardly sleep. Then I woke up thinking about epic Hamlet awesomeness with sign language. It was AMAZING.
So now I want to go to school to learn ASL (even more than I already wanted to) and to theater. And go see that play again. Because holy Christ, it was The Best Play I have ever seen. Ever. Ever.
Then, you know, I had to come home. I've made it through Day 2 of reality reinstatement, and as my mother and her bicycling friends will tell you, Day 2 is usually the worst day. But I still have too many things to do in too short of a time span and instead of listing those things out to fret about them individually I've sort of just lumped them all together in my brain and look at them as an incoherent mass and flop over uselessly like some sort of dying squid.
Spread out over the mass of crap is a thin layer of fear regarding AmeriCorps which is pretty effectively keeping me from finishing my application. I assume that if I don't finish it and miss the 7/1 deadline I will feel like an idiot and bemoan my missed opportunity. But will I? I can't tell. The more I tell myself to just do it, because then I at least have a chance to actually make a choice, the more I feel like I'm just too scared to do it at all and might as well not waste my time.
Is now a good time to mention I only ever applied to one college out of high school? Wells took me.
Anyway, I've got barely a week, now, and my weekend is already full of plans. Seattle Pride is Sunday, and I've discovered that a crap-ton of my friends are going (including my mom) and it'll be my first time, so I expect to have a blast. And the Tattoo-That-Never-Was should finally Be no later than this Sunday. Or I'll just eat my foot and thusly have nowhere to put it anymore.
Things I need to watch:
- The end of John Adams
- Howl's Moving Castle, with Stacy
- Fullmetal Alchemist, with Stacy
- Kenneth Branagh's Othello
OMG DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE WANT NOW EFFING MOFFAT.
I am so sick and tired of work. Especially at Value Village. I mentioned to a supervisor that I would probably have to take a morning class this quarter (which is true) and that I would be requiring fewer hours, so hopefully I can get down to at least 30 and they'll stick me back up front. That would be ideal, especially for the Halloween season. Need to start planning a couple costumes I've got in the back of my head.
Apathy. Sort of sucks, but I can't bring myself to care too much.