i got some marmalade
welcome to 2am!
let's see...
the fire at kenilworth was surreal in so many ways. the silky orange glow we could see from the window. the banging and shouting, warning us to get out. the top corner of our building in flames. the eight fire trucks that appeared within ten minutes of the call. the water from the hoses. huddling for warmth in alex's car. the hole in the building where the apartment used to be - we could see the sunrise through the missing roof. zoning out in the leasing office and talking to the red cross. facing each other in spinny office chairs, resting our legs in the other's lap. napping in the volvo. moving out everything in the span of about four hours. that wet, acrid, smoky smell. the dilapidated bathroom. the broken glass and muddy carpet. what the fuck did we really manage to recover all of our things? i am so MAD i didn't grab my camera!
alex and i are in a new apartment just down the street. and kat is gone.
kat is gone.
in a brilliant anticlimax to our mutual ignoring of one another, kat is gone. it took a goddamn apartment fire, but she's gone.
we unfortunately didn't make it to new york and fuerzabruta, but in a way i'm glad we didn't. it was more important to get settled in our new home and our belongings put away. what an awful thing it would have been to come home to. we're going to try again in late may, after graduation.
romeo et juliette opened last night. what a ball i've had with my little part, the capulet in the maroon hat who's about fifteen years younger than the rest of the men in the chorus. it's fun playing the little boy, even if i do feel a bit awkward when everyone else begins to sing. sadly, they make me take my glasses off when i'm on stage. all well and good for period dress and that sort, but it would be nice if i could actually see where the damn sword is swinging and if i could oggle the cute guy playing romeo! i never imagined it would help with nervousness, though. no butterflies to be had when you can't see the audience's faces, ne? pictures on the way, i promise.
thesis almost ate me this afternoon. i kept getting wrapped up in the absurd deadline - first draft due in two weeks, on april 9th. and the fact that we more or less spent about two months dicking around until we finally got the green light to write something. but once i got my complaining out of the way, i cranked out a decent blurb and managed to paw through some books. ten minutes of stage time out of a three hour run definately presented a good opportunity for work at the opera. one of my friends in the chorus complimented me on being a good student. heh.
i'm making my own pasta sauce tomorrow, for a study break. and maybe a trip to old navy.
-t
let's see...
the fire at kenilworth was surreal in so many ways. the silky orange glow we could see from the window. the banging and shouting, warning us to get out. the top corner of our building in flames. the eight fire trucks that appeared within ten minutes of the call. the water from the hoses. huddling for warmth in alex's car. the hole in the building where the apartment used to be - we could see the sunrise through the missing roof. zoning out in the leasing office and talking to the red cross. facing each other in spinny office chairs, resting our legs in the other's lap. napping in the volvo. moving out everything in the span of about four hours. that wet, acrid, smoky smell. the dilapidated bathroom. the broken glass and muddy carpet. what the fuck did we really manage to recover all of our things? i am so MAD i didn't grab my camera!
alex and i are in a new apartment just down the street. and kat is gone.
kat is gone.
in a brilliant anticlimax to our mutual ignoring of one another, kat is gone. it took a goddamn apartment fire, but she's gone.
we unfortunately didn't make it to new york and fuerzabruta, but in a way i'm glad we didn't. it was more important to get settled in our new home and our belongings put away. what an awful thing it would have been to come home to. we're going to try again in late may, after graduation.
romeo et juliette opened last night. what a ball i've had with my little part, the capulet in the maroon hat who's about fifteen years younger than the rest of the men in the chorus. it's fun playing the little boy, even if i do feel a bit awkward when everyone else begins to sing. sadly, they make me take my glasses off when i'm on stage. all well and good for period dress and that sort, but it would be nice if i could actually see where the damn sword is swinging and if i could oggle the cute guy playing romeo! i never imagined it would help with nervousness, though. no butterflies to be had when you can't see the audience's faces, ne? pictures on the way, i promise.
thesis almost ate me this afternoon. i kept getting wrapped up in the absurd deadline - first draft due in two weeks, on april 9th. and the fact that we more or less spent about two months dicking around until we finally got the green light to write something. but once i got my complaining out of the way, i cranked out a decent blurb and managed to paw through some books. ten minutes of stage time out of a three hour run definately presented a good opportunity for work at the opera. one of my friends in the chorus complimented me on being a good student. heh.
i'm making my own pasta sauce tomorrow, for a study break. and maybe a trip to old navy.
-t