Lyndsey, a moment ago: "Wanna milk a cow with me sometime?"
I will be performing a monologue in The Vagina Monologues on Valentines Day and the day after. I didn't even really want to audition, but Sarah (suitemate) said that she wanted to audition, but only would if I did. I reluctantly agreed, and then she proceeded to text message me things like "R U ready for a VAGTASTIC experience?" for the rest of the day.
Ooooh boy. I thought my audition was terrible... I read "The Vagina Workshop" (one of two monologues the director provided; the other was "My Angry Vagina"), which ends with something to the effect of "I've never had an orgasm on purpose. They've happened TO me. Usually in water. Once in Cape Cod." I sat on the stage and read it loudly, my cheeks a little hot.
The director (a peppy junior with a Marilyn Monroe piercing named Caitlin) told me yesterday that I was "so freaking adorable" during the audition, and that she had trouble deciding between the several monologues she wanted to give me. I'm doing one called "I Was There in the Room", about watching a woman give birth. We read through our monologues tonight, and it was quite enjoyable to hear them all. I felt a wee tad squirmy during some of them, but I think it's going to be a great performance. I've never seen the show before, and until tonight, I'd never read any of the monologues.
Last night I was talking on the phone with Mom, and Lyndsey's boyfriend Nick called and asked me to let him into the suite. He was tired of watching L's hip-hop practice and wanted to chat instead. I made tea and told him I needed to call my mother back . Nick said, "How about I call your mom while you finish the tea?" So he called my house and ended up chatting with Dad for a good 15 minutes. I was amused. "Hi Leah's dad, this is Nick!.............yeah, Lyndsey's Nick. You're good!" I know the long pause was Dad thinking "What is Nick Marino doing at Alfred?"
Later last night I climbed into my top bunk as stealthily as I could, because Lyndsey and Nick had fallen asleep like adorable baby chipmunks while I read for class in the living room. Unfortunately, I had been snacking on crumbly wheat bread with raspberry jam earlier in the day, and I'd left the plate on my bed. As I climbed panther-style over the wooden slats, I upended the plate full of bread crumbs into the middle of my unmade bed.
I don't know about y'all, but crumbs in my bed make me cranky. I didn't want to turn on the light and wake the sleeping lovers, and I didn't want to wipe a tablespoon of crumbs off my bed onto the rug, so I just swept the crumbs under my pillow and left them for the night.
Oh, and seriously, Lyndsey has romantic visions of cow-milking prancing through her head. She's been talking to a local organic dairy farmer about making her dream a reality.
Ooooh boy. I thought my audition was terrible... I read "The Vagina Workshop" (one of two monologues the director provided; the other was "My Angry Vagina"), which ends with something to the effect of "I've never had an orgasm on purpose. They've happened TO me. Usually in water. Once in Cape Cod." I sat on the stage and read it loudly, my cheeks a little hot.
The director (a peppy junior with a Marilyn Monroe piercing named Caitlin) told me yesterday that I was "so freaking adorable" during the audition, and that she had trouble deciding between the several monologues she wanted to give me. I'm doing one called "I Was There in the Room", about watching a woman give birth. We read through our monologues tonight, and it was quite enjoyable to hear them all. I felt a wee tad squirmy during some of them, but I think it's going to be a great performance. I've never seen the show before, and until tonight, I'd never read any of the monologues.
Last night I was talking on the phone with Mom, and Lyndsey's boyfriend Nick called and asked me to let him into the suite. He was tired of watching L's hip-hop practice and wanted to chat instead. I made tea and told him I needed to call my mother back . Nick said, "How about I call your mom while you finish the tea?" So he called my house and ended up chatting with Dad for a good 15 minutes. I was amused. "Hi Leah's dad, this is Nick!.............yeah, Lyndsey's Nick. You're good!" I know the long pause was Dad thinking "What is Nick Marino doing at Alfred?"
Later last night I climbed into my top bunk as stealthily as I could, because Lyndsey and Nick had fallen asleep like adorable baby chipmunks while I read for class in the living room. Unfortunately, I had been snacking on crumbly wheat bread with raspberry jam earlier in the day, and I'd left the plate on my bed. As I climbed panther-style over the wooden slats, I upended the plate full of bread crumbs into the middle of my unmade bed.
I don't know about y'all, but crumbs in my bed make me cranky. I didn't want to turn on the light and wake the sleeping lovers, and I didn't want to wipe a tablespoon of crumbs off my bed onto the rug, so I just swept the crumbs under my pillow and left them for the night.
Oh, and seriously, Lyndsey has romantic visions of cow-milking prancing through her head. She's been talking to a local organic dairy farmer about making her dream a reality.