Journal #8
Friday - 10/27/06
What a happy day. Emilie, Amber, Sarah, Lauren, and I spent our classes-free day in Santa Monica. I can't believe that we were some of the only ones to take advantage of it! Most of our time was spent browsing the too-pricey-for-me designer stores on 3rd and 4th street. The sidewalks were full of street performers- a guy balancing on one hand making weird noises, a guy painting with his tongue, three comedians drawing a crowd and jumping over lines of kids, and lots of very talented musicians.
I did end up spending lots of cash money in a vintage store called Wasteland- it was so worth it! Gosh I love clothing too much.
We all ate dinner at Bubba Gump's on the Pier. Emilie has never seen Forest Gump! So Sarah bought it at the gift shop and we shall be watching it sometime this week.
Then we frolicked on the beach under the moonlight.
To conclude the evening, Sarah and I indulged in a ride on the Pier's fantastic roller coaster- she's apparantly terrified of roller coasters, but she loved it as much as I did, I know.
I ended up driving us home and had to finish my homework before passing out.
Saturday - 10/28/06
After classes... one of our new kids had a seizure. It was totally out of nowhere. A somber mood settled in over us after the ambulance took her away. Luckily, she is fine now.
We learned, casted, and staged another number today. Practice was going swimmingly until we sat down for choral and apparantly did not know any of our parts. Our directors were so pissed that they decided to cut our entire first act unless we came to practice tomarrow to prove that we had all of the songs down. And then they told us that rehersal was over at 5:20. All of our new kids stayed at the warehouse practicing until Travis kicked us out at 7:45. My grumbling stomach (we all hadn't eaten since one) was thankful.
Even if they have super high expectations, yell at us, and work us hard, I love Ivan, Nada, Tara, and Jamal- in fact, these are the precise reasons that they are fantastic directors.
Our show is going to rock the house!
Sunday - 10/29/06
Everyone met at the warehouse early this morning to practice everything- especially choral. We worked our asses off in practice today, running dances, casting, staging, blah, blah, blah.
Chrystianna called me while I was on dinner break and told me about probably one of the worst nights I've ever heard about. I wish I could be there for her right now when she so badly needs friends. But I just don't know the right thing to say, as I am stuck here in YA land.
Speaking of, I am so thrilled/excited/happy to be a part of Godspell- it's so rad! Woot Woot!
Amber is spending the night this evening and she, Maggie, and I are watching Hotel Rawanda. Perhaps it will freshen the drive to go to Africa and make the world a little better place next year.
Monday - 10/30/06
I worked on my journal/scrapbook for a few hours this morning. It got me feeling quite nastalgic, yet happy. I found a page written by a hand quivering with unrequitted love and young angst. What happened to that girl? She's still somewhere around here- merely hidden under layers of conciousness.
Dropped Dancer in the Dark off at the library.
Then I had a drink at It's a Grind while I read a book opposite a man who was at first awkward about sharing his table with a stranger. As I prepared to leave for classes, he then inquired about the book being for school and I told him it was just for reading.
It's weird how excited I get about Music Theory. It's truely fun. And Freudian references seem to seep into my language on a daily basis. These classes are great... It's too bad we're not getting real credit for them...
I think that I need another tattoo. Two, actually.
Matt and I were going to watch What the B%#@$ Do We Know? tonigh, but my roommates were watching From Hell- it's a good movie, too... but not quite quantum physics.
Tuesday - 10/31/06
Happy Halloween!
This morning was spent searching for pieces of my penguin costume- a revelation of last night's wander thoughts. Once it was completed, I got dressed up, then when to It's a Grind to read a book. The girl at the counter was glad that I had dressed up, as most people weren't in the holiday spirit.
Instead of dance classes this Tuesday, I weighed my priorities and opted for the nearly-once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to trick-or-treat in Laguna Beach as a penguin.
Spending the night at Lex's mom's house was a very refreshing taste of natural environment. It just takes being outside of Young American land for me to feel comfortable around people- it's like Naturalistic research, eh?
Wednesday - 11/1/06
I ate a delicious breakfast this morning courtesy of Lex's mom.
Then I was late for hip hop, but it's cool.
I've already complained of this... but I really do wish that the people who say that I am so cool would actually be my real friends... and not just acquaintances... I know that I'm a hard person to break into- but it's possible! I promise I'm better as a friend!
Matt and I watched What the B$#%@ Do We Know? after classes tonight.
Then Lex came over and we watched The Virgin Suicides.
Then I slept like a rock.
Thursday - 11/2/06
Lex and I wandered to Wally World this morning to find hair dye for her. We then asked Matt to pick us up and take her to the warehouse and me to the library.
I [HEART] THE LIBRARY.
We then practiced our character peices before classes at the warehouse.
Tonight in Psychology, we shared physical scars. We then moved on to emotional scars... I learned a few things about a few people that I didn't expect... We all have those stories that have changed and molded us into who we are today- I wish we could've heard everyone's.
Stitch'n'Bitch was quaint and ended sooner than usual- for which I was kind of relieved.
Then Matt and I played Mario 3 on my NES while Nick watched on.
Friday - 11/3/06
This morning Nick, Amber, Matt and I made an attempt to sit in and observe Nada's music class, but it turned out that they were just having a party to celebrate and relax from the previous day's concert. So, we went up to the warehouse where Nick and Amber worked on their song and I wrote...
Flower petals fallen into mint green walls
Soften the eyes and reflect good vibrations
The Beach Boys contain all the secrets
That are spoken at warm, windy dusk with sand nestled toes
Songs and other displays of emotion
Echo past ears and through doors
Betraying buried intentions
And poison apples that
Sit in the front row alert and anticipating another era's great ideals
Only to be extinguished promptly in a fasion of urgency
Her every move emits a prose of purity
Such clarity of message
While stumbling feet prevent the walk of the words
And the day merely will not begin
Or end
In a world of labled underwear
Each day becomes the next
And tumble dry on the energy saver setting
Which is never enough and leaves each entity less than fresh
An atmosphere that lingers close to
The five, six, or seven- if you count intuition
My song is not one of simplicity or beauty or understanding
It haunts rafters and ventilation and futures
But is very limited to
The past
Like a wired yard on the Sabbath
When leaving it would cause a disruption
In the orthodox spirit of the earth
The senses that is rarely sensed, yet always made
In case of nuclear holocaust,
Please remain seated in an upright position
Keep all thoughts and appendages outside the box
Prepare for radioactivity and face melting blasts
Or just ignore the news reports
Never allow the destruction to reach your world
Pack your pantry full of hope and truth for nourishment
In anticipation of dark persecution in the times ahead.
Phew. Stream of conciousness makes me feel good.
Before class, there was Chinese food with Nick, Lauren, and Sarah.
During class, there was drug discussion and a chocolate Tootsie Pop.
After class, there was Nick finishing his shirt and music.
What a happy day. Emilie, Amber, Sarah, Lauren, and I spent our classes-free day in Santa Monica. I can't believe that we were some of the only ones to take advantage of it! Most of our time was spent browsing the too-pricey-for-me designer stores on 3rd and 4th street. The sidewalks were full of street performers- a guy balancing on one hand making weird noises, a guy painting with his tongue, three comedians drawing a crowd and jumping over lines of kids, and lots of very talented musicians.
I did end up spending lots of cash money in a vintage store called Wasteland- it was so worth it! Gosh I love clothing too much.
We all ate dinner at Bubba Gump's on the Pier. Emilie has never seen Forest Gump! So Sarah bought it at the gift shop and we shall be watching it sometime this week.
Then we frolicked on the beach under the moonlight.
To conclude the evening, Sarah and I indulged in a ride on the Pier's fantastic roller coaster- she's apparantly terrified of roller coasters, but she loved it as much as I did, I know.
I ended up driving us home and had to finish my homework before passing out.
Saturday - 10/28/06
After classes... one of our new kids had a seizure. It was totally out of nowhere. A somber mood settled in over us after the ambulance took her away. Luckily, she is fine now.
We learned, casted, and staged another number today. Practice was going swimmingly until we sat down for choral and apparantly did not know any of our parts. Our directors were so pissed that they decided to cut our entire first act unless we came to practice tomarrow to prove that we had all of the songs down. And then they told us that rehersal was over at 5:20. All of our new kids stayed at the warehouse practicing until Travis kicked us out at 7:45. My grumbling stomach (we all hadn't eaten since one) was thankful.
Even if they have super high expectations, yell at us, and work us hard, I love Ivan, Nada, Tara, and Jamal- in fact, these are the precise reasons that they are fantastic directors.
Our show is going to rock the house!
Sunday - 10/29/06
Everyone met at the warehouse early this morning to practice everything- especially choral. We worked our asses off in practice today, running dances, casting, staging, blah, blah, blah.
Chrystianna called me while I was on dinner break and told me about probably one of the worst nights I've ever heard about. I wish I could be there for her right now when she so badly needs friends. But I just don't know the right thing to say, as I am stuck here in YA land.
Speaking of, I am so thrilled/excited/happy to be a part of Godspell- it's so rad! Woot Woot!
Amber is spending the night this evening and she, Maggie, and I are watching Hotel Rawanda. Perhaps it will freshen the drive to go to Africa and make the world a little better place next year.
Monday - 10/30/06
I worked on my journal/scrapbook for a few hours this morning. It got me feeling quite nastalgic, yet happy. I found a page written by a hand quivering with unrequitted love and young angst. What happened to that girl? She's still somewhere around here- merely hidden under layers of conciousness.
Dropped Dancer in the Dark off at the library.
Then I had a drink at It's a Grind while I read a book opposite a man who was at first awkward about sharing his table with a stranger. As I prepared to leave for classes, he then inquired about the book being for school and I told him it was just for reading.
It's weird how excited I get about Music Theory. It's truely fun. And Freudian references seem to seep into my language on a daily basis. These classes are great... It's too bad we're not getting real credit for them...
I think that I need another tattoo. Two, actually.
Matt and I were going to watch What the B%#@$ Do We Know? tonigh, but my roommates were watching From Hell- it's a good movie, too... but not quite quantum physics.
Tuesday - 10/31/06
Happy Halloween!
This morning was spent searching for pieces of my penguin costume- a revelation of last night's wander thoughts. Once it was completed, I got dressed up, then when to It's a Grind to read a book. The girl at the counter was glad that I had dressed up, as most people weren't in the holiday spirit.
Instead of dance classes this Tuesday, I weighed my priorities and opted for the nearly-once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to trick-or-treat in Laguna Beach as a penguin.
Spending the night at Lex's mom's house was a very refreshing taste of natural environment. It just takes being outside of Young American land for me to feel comfortable around people- it's like Naturalistic research, eh?
Wednesday - 11/1/06
I ate a delicious breakfast this morning courtesy of Lex's mom.
Then I was late for hip hop, but it's cool.
I've already complained of this... but I really do wish that the people who say that I am so cool would actually be my real friends... and not just acquaintances... I know that I'm a hard person to break into- but it's possible! I promise I'm better as a friend!
Matt and I watched What the B$#%@ Do We Know? after classes tonight.
Then Lex came over and we watched The Virgin Suicides.
Then I slept like a rock.
Thursday - 11/2/06
Lex and I wandered to Wally World this morning to find hair dye for her. We then asked Matt to pick us up and take her to the warehouse and me to the library.
I [HEART] THE LIBRARY.
We then practiced our character peices before classes at the warehouse.
Tonight in Psychology, we shared physical scars. We then moved on to emotional scars... I learned a few things about a few people that I didn't expect... We all have those stories that have changed and molded us into who we are today- I wish we could've heard everyone's.
Stitch'n'Bitch was quaint and ended sooner than usual- for which I was kind of relieved.
Then Matt and I played Mario 3 on my NES while Nick watched on.
Friday - 11/3/06
This morning Nick, Amber, Matt and I made an attempt to sit in and observe Nada's music class, but it turned out that they were just having a party to celebrate and relax from the previous day's concert. So, we went up to the warehouse where Nick and Amber worked on their song and I wrote...
Flower petals fallen into mint green walls
Soften the eyes and reflect good vibrations
The Beach Boys contain all the secrets
That are spoken at warm, windy dusk with sand nestled toes
Songs and other displays of emotion
Echo past ears and through doors
Betraying buried intentions
And poison apples that
Sit in the front row alert and anticipating another era's great ideals
Only to be extinguished promptly in a fasion of urgency
Her every move emits a prose of purity
Such clarity of message
While stumbling feet prevent the walk of the words
And the day merely will not begin
Or end
In a world of labled underwear
Each day becomes the next
And tumble dry on the energy saver setting
Which is never enough and leaves each entity less than fresh
An atmosphere that lingers close to
The five, six, or seven- if you count intuition
My song is not one of simplicity or beauty or understanding
It haunts rafters and ventilation and futures
But is very limited to
The past
Like a wired yard on the Sabbath
When leaving it would cause a disruption
In the orthodox spirit of the earth
The senses that is rarely sensed, yet always made
In case of nuclear holocaust,
Please remain seated in an upright position
Keep all thoughts and appendages outside the box
Prepare for radioactivity and face melting blasts
Or just ignore the news reports
Never allow the destruction to reach your world
Pack your pantry full of hope and truth for nourishment
In anticipation of dark persecution in the times ahead.
Phew. Stream of conciousness makes me feel good.
Before class, there was Chinese food with Nick, Lauren, and Sarah.
During class, there was drug discussion and a chocolate Tootsie Pop.
After class, there was Nick finishing his shirt and music.