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So...I've decided to use my journal again. Mostly because it's a good place to ramble and talk and embed pictures to prove my point. And I can show it to my parents without having to show them how to get Facebook. So. Yes. There was a point to this paragraph. Oh! It was that there's going to be a long, pretty image heavy rambling after the cut. But click if you want to see pictures of my new life at Smith, and my new hair. Which is purple/red/pink, depending on where it is in the fading out process.
Here I am, bleaching my hair for the first time. Unfortunately, I couldn't get anyone to take a picture of me with a bag on my head. It was a pretty poorly documented event, actually. But my friend Hana, an expert in hair-dying, or at least an expert to me, did it. It was pretty awesome.
And here I am again, looking rather rabbit-like and demented, but if you look really closely, my hair is purple. Really, really dark purple. This is the last picture I got of myself for about 2 weeks.
Tada! 2 weeks later, I am violently violet. This was taken at my best friend Sophie's birthday party over j-term, or "January Interterm" if you want to be formal, or don't know what I'm talking about. It's basically a period of about 3 weeks where you can come back to school and take random classes if you want, but you don't have to, and you don't have to pay to stay in the dorms. I came back for all of it, and mostly worked on the play I stage-managed for, A Bright Room Called Day. It, at that point, mostly involved sitting on an uncomfortable chair for 6 hours and knitting while actors pretended they were...giraffes, or light fixtures, or waves on the grass, who knows.
But during j-term we also celebrated by going ice-skating for Sophie's birthday. (This is Sophie:
I'm sure she'll love my forever for putting that picture up.)
We went ice-skating at Mount Holyoke, which is a rival women's school that is right next door, and they have their own little ice-skating rink outside (we just have to wait for Paradise Pond to freeze over, which is failed to do this year. Well, enough so that we didn't break the ice and go hurtling into the, oh, 3 feet of water underneath). So about 10 of us took the bus to MoHo, and we ice skated. It was a blast.
Look Ma, no hands! Well, maybe just 1. But I only fell once, which made me very proud. We'll ignore the fact that I slid practically across the entire skating rink when I did fall.
Then, after j-term, I did ASMing (Assistant Stage Managing) for the rest of my life. No, seriously. It was pretty much all I did. But it wasn't always knitting while actors were crazy. No, sometimes it was being ready to call out lines when actors didn't remember them, and then I graduated to writing down on little pieces of paper the lines that actors didn't remember, and then it was moving heavy objects into place for actors, and generally, being the actors' bitch.
But I made up for it in tech week, where I got to wear a snazzy headset that made me feel lopsided and yell at the actors. (Do this! Now hold on while we figure out why the lights didn't turn on. No, you can't go anywhere. Well, maybe to the bathroom. But only the bathroom next to the dressing rooms! I SAID NOT THAT BATHROOM!)
And then we were on to the real performances, which were really really good and funny and sad. Bright Room is about a group of communists and leftist thinkers in 1932, in Berlin Germany during Hitler's rise to power. It's a beautiful play, and I'm glad to have been a part of it. It's spoiled me for working on anything else, probably. I doubt its possible to have a cast, crew, director, designers, and stage manager who are so awesomely amazing. It was fantastic. Of course, it also kicked my butt, left me with no time to do anything and caused several breakdowns. But...looking back, it was totally worth it.
These are all of the actors. Well, not all of them, but most of them. This is the prologue, in act one. I won't bore you with names and such, but rest assured that they're awesome.
We made cookies for the cast and crew. Actually, Sarah, the other ASM, and Becca, the SM, made cookies, because I came down with the plague that week and spent most of my time running back to the Green Room where no one could hear me cough up a lung. But they were pretty awesome. There were Hitler cookies, and Nazi flag cookies, and Marx cookies, and Trotsky cookies, and Ronald Reagan cookies. They aparently made them in the school church's kitchen, which is...interesting. But they were very tasty. Never knew that evil tasted so good. Mmmmmm.
There I am, the closing night! That's what I looked like every night, except that we couldn't wear our red berets, because then people might see us. From left to right, we are: Becca, my stage manager, me, Sarah, the other ASM (she's the one sitting on the chair), Hana, my amazing crew member and dyer of hair (she's the one sitting on Sarah), and Maureen, the stage left crew member who was equally awesome.
After this fateful night, the show closed, the set was struck (I wasn't actually present for that, because I went home to quietly die), and I had a life once more! Except that I really didn't because midterms were upon me, and I had to study like a mad thing. And then it was spring break and i went off with Sophie to see my aunt and uncle and cousins in New Jersey. Which, by the way, is appearantly where most of Smith also went. Weird.
Spring break was great--except that Sophie got sick so we didn't go into NYC as often as we thought we would. But that's okay, because I got to see small cousins and unwind and not do homework, and generally have a very good time. But the one day we did go into the city we met up with Amelia, and my housemate (and roommate, next year!), Rachel, and her sister Charlotte. we did many nifty things, such as stand in front of the Neder-something-lander Theatre to get tickets for Rent for about an hour, only to find out that it didn't work the way we thought it worked.
We walked in Central Park, and got a little lost, and talked about the Washington Monument being a phallic symbol, why, I have NO IDEA, but it's totally true! Then we found a playground (and an authentic Swedish rock cottage!) and took pictures.
The authentic Swedish cottage is in the background.
This is probably the best picture of me that we ever got. EVER. Look how happy I am! My hair is pink! I am hugging a bear! I continue to talk in short sentances! With exclaimation points!
Then we went to the Met, which was much fun, and we saw lots of cool stuff, and seriously, I could live in the Met and never see everything. It's ridiculously cool. But some people, philistines that they are, didn't agree with me, and so we did not in fact spend the whole day there.
Arms and Armour, when we found it (which took longer than I care to admit--maybe I'd stay there my whole life because I'd never find my way out), was especially fascinating. And shiny.
When we left the Met, we saw a whole bunch of people crowded around on the stairs of the Met, which we found out was where they were filming a episode of the TV show Gossip Girl. I personally have never watched it, but my housemates do, and they assure me that the show is good and the clothes are pretty. So that was cool.
Then we went in search of lunch, which didn't work out so well because I had this restaurant guide that had some really cool places, but they had all gone broke and we were left wandering Greenwich Village trying to find a decent cheap place to eat. We did find one, called Elephant and Castle, or Castle and Elephant, which was good, and not too expensive. I had a curry burger, because...I wanted to. It was odd but delicious.
After lunch, we shopped. It was great. I found a strange yet very pretty dress that I bought. I actually tried it on backwards at first, and then when I discovered that it could be worn backwards and forewards and with or without jeans I decided that it must be mine. And so it is.
Here it is.
And then I spent several days herding kidlits and reading and hanging out, but I'm afraid my eyes hurt and I need to do my physics homework now, so I'll have to bid you all a very fond farewell.
But I promise to write more often now, so you'll be seeing (metaphorically speaking :) a lot more of me.
Here I am, bleaching my hair for the first time. Unfortunately, I couldn't get anyone to take a picture of me with a bag on my head. It was a pretty poorly documented event, actually. But my friend Hana, an expert in hair-dying, or at least an expert to me, did it. It was pretty awesome.
And here I am again, looking rather rabbit-like and demented, but if you look really closely, my hair is purple. Really, really dark purple. This is the last picture I got of myself for about 2 weeks.
Tada! 2 weeks later, I am violently violet. This was taken at my best friend Sophie's birthday party over j-term, or "January Interterm" if you want to be formal, or don't know what I'm talking about. It's basically a period of about 3 weeks where you can come back to school and take random classes if you want, but you don't have to, and you don't have to pay to stay in the dorms. I came back for all of it, and mostly worked on the play I stage-managed for, A Bright Room Called Day. It, at that point, mostly involved sitting on an uncomfortable chair for 6 hours and knitting while actors pretended they were...giraffes, or light fixtures, or waves on the grass, who knows.
But during j-term we also celebrated by going ice-skating for Sophie's birthday. (This is Sophie:
I'm sure she'll love my forever for putting that picture up.)
We went ice-skating at Mount Holyoke, which is a rival women's school that is right next door, and they have their own little ice-skating rink outside (we just have to wait for Paradise Pond to freeze over, which is failed to do this year. Well, enough so that we didn't break the ice and go hurtling into the, oh, 3 feet of water underneath). So about 10 of us took the bus to MoHo, and we ice skated. It was a blast.
Look Ma, no hands! Well, maybe just 1. But I only fell once, which made me very proud. We'll ignore the fact that I slid practically across the entire skating rink when I did fall.
Then, after j-term, I did ASMing (Assistant Stage Managing) for the rest of my life. No, seriously. It was pretty much all I did. But it wasn't always knitting while actors were crazy. No, sometimes it was being ready to call out lines when actors didn't remember them, and then I graduated to writing down on little pieces of paper the lines that actors didn't remember, and then it was moving heavy objects into place for actors, and generally, being the actors' bitch.
But I made up for it in tech week, where I got to wear a snazzy headset that made me feel lopsided and yell at the actors. (Do this! Now hold on while we figure out why the lights didn't turn on. No, you can't go anywhere. Well, maybe to the bathroom. But only the bathroom next to the dressing rooms! I SAID NOT THAT BATHROOM!)
And then we were on to the real performances, which were really really good and funny and sad. Bright Room is about a group of communists and leftist thinkers in 1932, in Berlin Germany during Hitler's rise to power. It's a beautiful play, and I'm glad to have been a part of it. It's spoiled me for working on anything else, probably. I doubt its possible to have a cast, crew, director, designers, and stage manager who are so awesomely amazing. It was fantastic. Of course, it also kicked my butt, left me with no time to do anything and caused several breakdowns. But...looking back, it was totally worth it.
These are all of the actors. Well, not all of them, but most of them. This is the prologue, in act one. I won't bore you with names and such, but rest assured that they're awesome.
We made cookies for the cast and crew. Actually, Sarah, the other ASM, and Becca, the SM, made cookies, because I came down with the plague that week and spent most of my time running back to the Green Room where no one could hear me cough up a lung. But they were pretty awesome. There were Hitler cookies, and Nazi flag cookies, and Marx cookies, and Trotsky cookies, and Ronald Reagan cookies. They aparently made them in the school church's kitchen, which is...interesting. But they were very tasty. Never knew that evil tasted so good. Mmmmmm.
There I am, the closing night! That's what I looked like every night, except that we couldn't wear our red berets, because then people might see us. From left to right, we are: Becca, my stage manager, me, Sarah, the other ASM (she's the one sitting on the chair), Hana, my amazing crew member and dyer of hair (she's the one sitting on Sarah), and Maureen, the stage left crew member who was equally awesome.
After this fateful night, the show closed, the set was struck (I wasn't actually present for that, because I went home to quietly die), and I had a life once more! Except that I really didn't because midterms were upon me, and I had to study like a mad thing. And then it was spring break and i went off with Sophie to see my aunt and uncle and cousins in New Jersey. Which, by the way, is appearantly where most of Smith also went. Weird.
Spring break was great--except that Sophie got sick so we didn't go into NYC as often as we thought we would. But that's okay, because I got to see small cousins and unwind and not do homework, and generally have a very good time. But the one day we did go into the city we met up with Amelia, and my housemate (and roommate, next year!), Rachel, and her sister Charlotte. we did many nifty things, such as stand in front of the Neder-something-lander Theatre to get tickets for Rent for about an hour, only to find out that it didn't work the way we thought it worked.
We walked in Central Park, and got a little lost, and talked about the Washington Monument being a phallic symbol, why, I have NO IDEA, but it's totally true! Then we found a playground (and an authentic Swedish rock cottage!) and took pictures.
The authentic Swedish cottage is in the background.
This is probably the best picture of me that we ever got. EVER. Look how happy I am! My hair is pink! I am hugging a bear! I continue to talk in short sentances! With exclaimation points!
Then we went to the Met, which was much fun, and we saw lots of cool stuff, and seriously, I could live in the Met and never see everything. It's ridiculously cool. But some people, philistines that they are, didn't agree with me, and so we did not in fact spend the whole day there.
Arms and Armour, when we found it (which took longer than I care to admit--maybe I'd stay there my whole life because I'd never find my way out), was especially fascinating. And shiny.
When we left the Met, we saw a whole bunch of people crowded around on the stairs of the Met, which we found out was where they were filming a episode of the TV show Gossip Girl. I personally have never watched it, but my housemates do, and they assure me that the show is good and the clothes are pretty. So that was cool.
Then we went in search of lunch, which didn't work out so well because I had this restaurant guide that had some really cool places, but they had all gone broke and we were left wandering Greenwich Village trying to find a decent cheap place to eat. We did find one, called Elephant and Castle, or Castle and Elephant, which was good, and not too expensive. I had a curry burger, because...I wanted to. It was odd but delicious.
After lunch, we shopped. It was great. I found a strange yet very pretty dress that I bought. I actually tried it on backwards at first, and then when I discovered that it could be worn backwards and forewards and with or without jeans I decided that it must be mine. And so it is.
Here it is.
And then I spent several days herding kidlits and reading and hanging out, but I'm afraid my eyes hurt and I need to do my physics homework now, so I'll have to bid you all a very fond farewell.
But I promise to write more often now, so you'll be seeing (metaphorically speaking :) a lot more of me.