"Homosexuals, women with children, short insomniacs--we're a teeny, tiny band..."
School is hell, but Sparknotes is God, and sleep is irrelevant. Three hours, minimal homework completion, and maximum class participation = yes (and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes).
OH! Lots of people had sex this week, but I wasn't one of them. Hmm...how are we going to solve this problem? Also, seeing people who I still remember playing with at age five making out is reeeeally disorienting. Especially when certain aspects of said PDA cause me to think back to a certain trip to Mendon this summer.
APUS test yesterday actually went surprisingly well. Then I saw a Columbian movie "El Carro" at the MFA with Mariah and Melanie. We actually got there in record time, despite getting lost and getting bad directions from Mariah's mom. And we came up with some pretty spiffy nicknames. I'm Falcon. The phrase "fly Falcon" is particularly inspirational while trying to make it through a yellow light. We also have a falcon hand signal. The film was really interesting. It was organized in "stages" (like life, I suppose), chronicaling the effect of this family's first car on each of their individual lives. In countries like Columbia at that time, owning a car was a huge status symbol, so it was interesting to consider whether it was the car or the girl who was actually the main character. The section on "Primer Amor" (First Love) reminded me of a Spanish movie about magical wine and lesbians. The whole thing was very coming-of-age, examining human relationships, and had a lot of realism as well as revealing cultural distinctions. The one downside though was that it was at the MFA, so we didn't really get to use/hear much Spanish in the environment.
After the movie, we found our way to Mariah's house and then walked to this AMAAAZING pizza place in Harvard Square that we decided was perfect because the crust was fluffy, yet crunchy, and the cheese was melty but not stringy. It was good. Then we went to get milkshakes (part of the plan from the start); I got a raspberry/strawberry mix, and we sat down and talked about Spanish class, did some Tally impressions ("What do we think Mariah is going to put in her milkshake? Anyone? Ilya?? / Let's take a moment to role-play the pelicula. / No. No, no, no, no. Ms. Talamas is busy right now. Try again later."), and took pictures.
I ended up getting home at 11, with none of my homework done, but I didn't so much care. Because I was cultural.
Today was...long. I skipped Chicago, which I don't really care about, but I just hope Jen isn't mad at me. Our filming went really well, except for the not having Miriam part. But we worked around it, and four lovely things came out of it:
1) We are no longer filming the day before the junior thesis is due (Tuesday--love!)
2) We got an awesome fire special effect from Ms. Manes
3) Ms. Manes is going to use methane bubbles or some such in Alycia's hand for a later filming to create the fire. Also, she is going to help us mix some kick-ass Chemical G-16. Science totally wins.
4) We got an amazing camera angley-poo with the hallway scene. That really has nothing to do with anything else, but it makes me happy, cuz the camera is on me and Isabel and then it swings around to show the people we're overhearing in the hallway.
Then I had a voice lesson, which was fun, frustrating, and useful. I think I'm gonna do "Johanna" for Broadway Night--if I can get it good enough. We also worked "Therapy," which I think I'm going to sing with Bridget for Broadway Ensemble. Amaaaaazing.
Made a quick run to Linda's to visit underclassmen bonding party, and then it was time for Tim's PAC dance partay (pictures on Facebook, of course).
Hazel ended up getting lost at least four times, despite the fact that she lives three feet from Tim, and ended up having to drive to my house and follow me to Tim's. Then she got lost again and I had to call and direct her. There were lots of people and food and music (live and not--Stuntz, Faisal, Tim, Paul Bottom, Gabe, and co. played wonderfully) and dancing sluttily and taking pictures. At one point, Isabella and Faisal got up to sing a song that I happened to know because we sung it in choir in middle school one day, but never performed it; I liked it so much that I bought the sheet music and sung it on my own. So I joined in and kind of made up harmonies and stuff and it was actually REALLY fun. Anyone ever heard of "Streets of London"? It's a gorgeous and haunting song.
Then we watched "The 40-Year-Old Virgin," I fell asleep, and went home around 11:30.
I'm feeling really good right now, and I'm not sure why. It's probably because certain people weren't there and I had some time to just relax and have fun with my friends and not stress about my love life. I didn't have to worry about impressions or interpretations or reactions; I could just be slutty and joke around with everyone, even if I had no interest in them, or they had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend (coughmylescough), and it didn't matter, because we were all on the same level. Does that make sense? I was a little tired/emo at first (and actually got more tired as things went on), but after a very cathartic talk, I started to feel better about just having fun and moving on without letting go of hope.
Nothing's really changed, but it feels like it has, and that's enough for me right now.
Unfortunately, I think things are starting to get complicated again, and that's the last thing I want. I think I just need some time off from all this relationshippy drama. I'm starting to see the validity in those who say that you're better off single. Although, I must point out that those in the first-month-of-the-relationship-I-don't-hate-you-yet stage are vomitously adorable.
I'm still a little melancholy, but I'm starting to understand things more, and I'm willing to wait for things to work themselves out, and work towards being happy where I am.
OH! Lots of people had sex this week, but I wasn't one of them. Hmm...how are we going to solve this problem? Also, seeing people who I still remember playing with at age five making out is reeeeally disorienting. Especially when certain aspects of said PDA cause me to think back to a certain trip to Mendon this summer.
APUS test yesterday actually went surprisingly well. Then I saw a Columbian movie "El Carro" at the MFA with Mariah and Melanie. We actually got there in record time, despite getting lost and getting bad directions from Mariah's mom. And we came up with some pretty spiffy nicknames. I'm Falcon. The phrase "fly Falcon" is particularly inspirational while trying to make it through a yellow light. We also have a falcon hand signal. The film was really interesting. It was organized in "stages" (like life, I suppose), chronicaling the effect of this family's first car on each of their individual lives. In countries like Columbia at that time, owning a car was a huge status symbol, so it was interesting to consider whether it was the car or the girl who was actually the main character. The section on "Primer Amor" (First Love) reminded me of a Spanish movie about magical wine and lesbians. The whole thing was very coming-of-age, examining human relationships, and had a lot of realism as well as revealing cultural distinctions. The one downside though was that it was at the MFA, so we didn't really get to use/hear much Spanish in the environment.
After the movie, we found our way to Mariah's house and then walked to this AMAAAZING pizza place in Harvard Square that we decided was perfect because the crust was fluffy, yet crunchy, and the cheese was melty but not stringy. It was good. Then we went to get milkshakes (part of the plan from the start); I got a raspberry/strawberry mix, and we sat down and talked about Spanish class, did some Tally impressions ("What do we think Mariah is going to put in her milkshake? Anyone? Ilya?? / Let's take a moment to role-play the pelicula. / No. No, no, no, no. Ms. Talamas is busy right now. Try again later."), and took pictures.
I ended up getting home at 11, with none of my homework done, but I didn't so much care. Because I was cultural.
Today was...long. I skipped Chicago, which I don't really care about, but I just hope Jen isn't mad at me. Our filming went really well, except for the not having Miriam part. But we worked around it, and four lovely things came out of it:
1) We are no longer filming the day before the junior thesis is due (Tuesday--love!)
2) We got an awesome fire special effect from Ms. Manes
3) Ms. Manes is going to use methane bubbles or some such in Alycia's hand for a later filming to create the fire. Also, she is going to help us mix some kick-ass Chemical G-16. Science totally wins.
4) We got an amazing camera angley-poo with the hallway scene. That really has nothing to do with anything else, but it makes me happy, cuz the camera is on me and Isabel and then it swings around to show the people we're overhearing in the hallway.
Then I had a voice lesson, which was fun, frustrating, and useful. I think I'm gonna do "Johanna" for Broadway Night--if I can get it good enough. We also worked "Therapy," which I think I'm going to sing with Bridget for Broadway Ensemble. Amaaaaazing.
Made a quick run to Linda's to visit underclassmen bonding party, and then it was time for Tim's PAC dance partay (pictures on Facebook, of course).
Hazel ended up getting lost at least four times, despite the fact that she lives three feet from Tim, and ended up having to drive to my house and follow me to Tim's. Then she got lost again and I had to call and direct her. There were lots of people and food and music (live and not--Stuntz, Faisal, Tim, Paul Bottom, Gabe, and co. played wonderfully) and dancing sluttily and taking pictures. At one point, Isabella and Faisal got up to sing a song that I happened to know because we sung it in choir in middle school one day, but never performed it; I liked it so much that I bought the sheet music and sung it on my own. So I joined in and kind of made up harmonies and stuff and it was actually REALLY fun. Anyone ever heard of "Streets of London"? It's a gorgeous and haunting song.
Then we watched "The 40-Year-Old Virgin," I fell asleep, and went home around 11:30.
I'm feeling really good right now, and I'm not sure why. It's probably because certain people weren't there and I had some time to just relax and have fun with my friends and not stress about my love life. I didn't have to worry about impressions or interpretations or reactions; I could just be slutty and joke around with everyone, even if I had no interest in them, or they had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend (coughmylescough), and it didn't matter, because we were all on the same level. Does that make sense? I was a little tired/emo at first (and actually got more tired as things went on), but after a very cathartic talk, I started to feel better about just having fun and moving on without letting go of hope.
Nothing's really changed, but it feels like it has, and that's enough for me right now.
Unfortunately, I think things are starting to get complicated again, and that's the last thing I want. I think I just need some time off from all this relationshippy drama. I'm starting to see the validity in those who say that you're better off single. Although, I must point out that those in the first-month-of-the-relationship-I-don't-hate-you-yet stage are vomitously adorable.
I'm still a little melancholy, but I'm starting to understand things more, and I'm willing to wait for things to work themselves out, and work towards being happy where I am.