All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.
Holy shit it's November. I can't believe I've been at college for more than two months now. I feel like I'm really used to it, like I've been here a long time, but at the same time I can't believe it's been this long. What a paradox.
I signed up for and performed in the 24-hour project, basically a student-run program written, directed, and performed by us, which was my Niagara debut. The performance itself was pretty cool because the audience was really into our play; they kept laughing. However, I don't really know why. I suppose the play was somewhat funny, but not really. And I don't really understand our play. It's a guy and girl having a friend and her new boyfriend over on Halloween. The guy is a big asshole to everyone, except when bonding over the Boston Red Sox (stupid, right?). Then a fairy-ish creature enters and says he's been sent by the "big guy" who will offer the people immortality for their souls. I know, that's what I was thinking too. So they kind of refuse and he leaves and then I come on, dressed in complete black, with a cloak to boot, with my face painted white save dark purple eye sockets and purple lips. So I enter, everyone laughed cause creepy music accompanied me, and then I started talking and freaked people out. This weird, quirky, funny play turns into this REALLY weird story where I take the visiting couple, and convince the girl to leave his husband and come with me. End of play. So what the fuck did that all mean? I have no idea. What is the playwright saying? I'm sure he had no idea. I didn't want to ask and upset the 12 hours we had to block and memorize the play by asking intellectual questions about meaning. So I didn't bother. I was total buzzkill for the show, I'm sure the audience was like "what the fuck just happened??" but oh well. I think people liked it overall, and I was well-received, kinda. Everyone said I scared the shit out of them. Good thing?
Speaking of people being freaked out. Halloween. I haven't done it since 8th grade. However there was a theatre last Friday night, so I figured I should dress up and do something fun. Charlie and I had this great idea to go as Frankenstein and his monster, respectively. He backed out at the last second, so I went alone as the monster, but it was cool. I didn't have to buy any clothes, yet again I wore all black, and my friend Jimi did my makeup, which was really cool. People were really fucking scared of me then too. Yet again: good thing? I didn't win any best-dressed prize, but I had fun, got shit-faced (after 4 quite strong jungle juices and 4 vomit-inducing cigarettes). Yes I puked. Oh well. I also took a shower when I got back to my dorm and fell down while washing. It was weird/funny, and, I was informed the next day, dangerous. I lived. P.S. The multiplier effect of cigarettes with alcohol is nice if you don't want to spend more $ on drinks, but it certainly wasn't needed, neither was the fact of FOUR cigarettes, but I was hot inside and I smoked outside and it was nice and cool. Kevin, another friend, told me that what I did was kind of how he got addicted to smoking. I shall have to watch out.
So there are pretty cool people here. I'm pretty close to this girl named Greta. She's funny and a really loyal person. We used to walk together a lot but now it's cold she doesn't like to go, and I've started wanting to walk around 1-2 am. Yeah, that's late. Thank god college classes begin later than high school ones, cause otherwise I'd die from exhaustion. I'm always tired, and usually get 6-7 hours of sleep, though there are random days when I get 2 or 4, and good days when i get 10 or 12. So my late-night walker buddy is Laura. I don't want to be mean, but she's quite clingy in the annoying way. I don't really want to hang out with her, but it's hard to avoid her. The second either she or I gets online, she'll IM me and she's so fucking hyper. Ugh. But I don't really want to go alone. I need to learn how to go to bed earlier, because on my room request I put I usually go to bed before midnight and my room mate goes to bed right after I leave for a walk and he's a really non-sound sleeper and wakes up the second I put keys in the door. Damn. He should get over that, but I still feel bad. Plus, and this really annoys me for some reason, he leaves the light on in the room for no damn reason whatsoever. It's really crazy. I'll come back at 4:30 and the light'll be on and he'll have gone to class. Wtf? Other than that, we don't really bother each other, but we don't hang out or anything. He goes to UB to visit his girlfriend quite often (like 2-3 times a week), so it's nice to have some alone time. But I definitely want to request a single next year.
Speaking over the future, I am officially a junior after this semester of college. Isn't that fucking nuts? I could graduate graduate college in two and a half years if I really wanted to. I don't. So I'm gonna double-major in history, as of this point. I might change it to English. Who knows? So my evaluation by the theatre department was Friday and they told me I was never absent, always participated, and was a straight-A student. It was pretty awesome. Dr. Sharon graded my Gypsy review and she said I'm very precise, my ideas are well-organized, and that my paper was "a pleasure to read." So I was feeling pretty awesome. A lot of people haven't been reading the chapters for homework, but I figure this is for my major, so I should learn as much as possible. And I really want to do well. So the evaluation went well, and Monday was my advisement (from Dr. Sharon) for next semester classes. I'm taking Performance Theory II (acting, voice, dance), Fundamentals of Production (with the makeup and set people from the department), Intro to Research (a history class), Intro to Philosophy (required, mostly for sophomores), and Honors Francophone Women. The last is my CD (cultural diversity) and honors requirement, and thank god I don't have to know French for it, all the readings are translated. Yess!! My friend Candice is definitely gonna take that class, and her room mate (equally cool) Justine has to get OK'ed by the teacher to take it, cause she's not in honors. I hope she gets in.
Charlie and I have started watching 24 season two. Season one was pretty awesome, and two looks to be just as good. It's always fun to hang out with him. So this weekend lots of shit is happening, with lighting crew Friday from 6 PM - to whenever we're done, and then going home Saturday, watching all the t.v. I missed, hang out with friends, go to Erin's birthday party, see my parents, sleep (either at my house or Erin's), and then head back to NU Sunday. I told Candice I'd help her study for chemistry, she was feeling overwhelmed by classes (and she has a need for grades like me), which was study of me because I haven't taken chemistry in 4 years and I'd have to look shit up. But she might have forgotten about that anyway. Then I have a dance paper due Monday, along with a chapter for Intro Theatre, and I'm sure another writing assignment is coming up for Intro Christianity, not to mention the 8 page paper due the 16th. And my Latin grades aren't the greatest, I've been getting mid-80's lately. I'll need to study that stuff more. Ugh. And then the 18th is Harry Potter and the 23rd is Rent. I'm looking forward to going home for a long time for Thanksgiving. It'll be really nice. So I have to catch up on all my work and stuff. And I have to plan out what I'm doing during winter break. But first, homework and shit. I realize that my entries are always so fucking long because I have really weird inspirations to write at one time and I don't want to forget anything so I keep going instead of spacing shit out. Time to go read some more. Damn. Take care.
I signed up for and performed in the 24-hour project, basically a student-run program written, directed, and performed by us, which was my Niagara debut. The performance itself was pretty cool because the audience was really into our play; they kept laughing. However, I don't really know why. I suppose the play was somewhat funny, but not really. And I don't really understand our play. It's a guy and girl having a friend and her new boyfriend over on Halloween. The guy is a big asshole to everyone, except when bonding over the Boston Red Sox (stupid, right?). Then a fairy-ish creature enters and says he's been sent by the "big guy" who will offer the people immortality for their souls. I know, that's what I was thinking too. So they kind of refuse and he leaves and then I come on, dressed in complete black, with a cloak to boot, with my face painted white save dark purple eye sockets and purple lips. So I enter, everyone laughed cause creepy music accompanied me, and then I started talking and freaked people out. This weird, quirky, funny play turns into this REALLY weird story where I take the visiting couple, and convince the girl to leave his husband and come with me. End of play. So what the fuck did that all mean? I have no idea. What is the playwright saying? I'm sure he had no idea. I didn't want to ask and upset the 12 hours we had to block and memorize the play by asking intellectual questions about meaning. So I didn't bother. I was total buzzkill for the show, I'm sure the audience was like "what the fuck just happened??" but oh well. I think people liked it overall, and I was well-received, kinda. Everyone said I scared the shit out of them. Good thing?
Speaking of people being freaked out. Halloween. I haven't done it since 8th grade. However there was a theatre last Friday night, so I figured I should dress up and do something fun. Charlie and I had this great idea to go as Frankenstein and his monster, respectively. He backed out at the last second, so I went alone as the monster, but it was cool. I didn't have to buy any clothes, yet again I wore all black, and my friend Jimi did my makeup, which was really cool. People were really fucking scared of me then too. Yet again: good thing? I didn't win any best-dressed prize, but I had fun, got shit-faced (after 4 quite strong jungle juices and 4 vomit-inducing cigarettes). Yes I puked. Oh well. I also took a shower when I got back to my dorm and fell down while washing. It was weird/funny, and, I was informed the next day, dangerous. I lived. P.S. The multiplier effect of cigarettes with alcohol is nice if you don't want to spend more $ on drinks, but it certainly wasn't needed, neither was the fact of FOUR cigarettes, but I was hot inside and I smoked outside and it was nice and cool. Kevin, another friend, told me that what I did was kind of how he got addicted to smoking. I shall have to watch out.
So there are pretty cool people here. I'm pretty close to this girl named Greta. She's funny and a really loyal person. We used to walk together a lot but now it's cold she doesn't like to go, and I've started wanting to walk around 1-2 am. Yeah, that's late. Thank god college classes begin later than high school ones, cause otherwise I'd die from exhaustion. I'm always tired, and usually get 6-7 hours of sleep, though there are random days when I get 2 or 4, and good days when i get 10 or 12. So my late-night walker buddy is Laura. I don't want to be mean, but she's quite clingy in the annoying way. I don't really want to hang out with her, but it's hard to avoid her. The second either she or I gets online, she'll IM me and she's so fucking hyper. Ugh. But I don't really want to go alone. I need to learn how to go to bed earlier, because on my room request I put I usually go to bed before midnight and my room mate goes to bed right after I leave for a walk and he's a really non-sound sleeper and wakes up the second I put keys in the door. Damn. He should get over that, but I still feel bad. Plus, and this really annoys me for some reason, he leaves the light on in the room for no damn reason whatsoever. It's really crazy. I'll come back at 4:30 and the light'll be on and he'll have gone to class. Wtf? Other than that, we don't really bother each other, but we don't hang out or anything. He goes to UB to visit his girlfriend quite often (like 2-3 times a week), so it's nice to have some alone time. But I definitely want to request a single next year.
Speaking over the future, I am officially a junior after this semester of college. Isn't that fucking nuts? I could graduate graduate college in two and a half years if I really wanted to. I don't. So I'm gonna double-major in history, as of this point. I might change it to English. Who knows? So my evaluation by the theatre department was Friday and they told me I was never absent, always participated, and was a straight-A student. It was pretty awesome. Dr. Sharon graded my Gypsy review and she said I'm very precise, my ideas are well-organized, and that my paper was "a pleasure to read." So I was feeling pretty awesome. A lot of people haven't been reading the chapters for homework, but I figure this is for my major, so I should learn as much as possible. And I really want to do well. So the evaluation went well, and Monday was my advisement (from Dr. Sharon) for next semester classes. I'm taking Performance Theory II (acting, voice, dance), Fundamentals of Production (with the makeup and set people from the department), Intro to Research (a history class), Intro to Philosophy (required, mostly for sophomores), and Honors Francophone Women. The last is my CD (cultural diversity) and honors requirement, and thank god I don't have to know French for it, all the readings are translated. Yess!! My friend Candice is definitely gonna take that class, and her room mate (equally cool) Justine has to get OK'ed by the teacher to take it, cause she's not in honors. I hope she gets in.
Charlie and I have started watching 24 season two. Season one was pretty awesome, and two looks to be just as good. It's always fun to hang out with him. So this weekend lots of shit is happening, with lighting crew Friday from 6 PM - to whenever we're done, and then going home Saturday, watching all the t.v. I missed, hang out with friends, go to Erin's birthday party, see my parents, sleep (either at my house or Erin's), and then head back to NU Sunday. I told Candice I'd help her study for chemistry, she was feeling overwhelmed by classes (and she has a need for grades like me), which was study of me because I haven't taken chemistry in 4 years and I'd have to look shit up. But she might have forgotten about that anyway. Then I have a dance paper due Monday, along with a chapter for Intro Theatre, and I'm sure another writing assignment is coming up for Intro Christianity, not to mention the 8 page paper due the 16th. And my Latin grades aren't the greatest, I've been getting mid-80's lately. I'll need to study that stuff more. Ugh. And then the 18th is Harry Potter and the 23rd is Rent. I'm looking forward to going home for a long time for Thanksgiving. It'll be really nice. So I have to catch up on all my work and stuff. And I have to plan out what I'm doing during winter break. But first, homework and shit. I realize that my entries are always so fucking long because I have really weird inspirations to write at one time and I don't want to forget anything so I keep going instead of spacing shit out. Time to go read some more. Damn. Take care.