Wow. weird-ass randomness
Not really sure what I'm going to write. Still sick. Tired. Bleh. Thesis = the bane of my existence. Thanks to all who helped make my bday spiffy. That was sweet, and I was totally not expecting it. Ummm . . . so tired. Take Back the Night was yesterday. When I got back all I wanted to do was write in LiveJournal, but thanks to piece of shit computer was unable to do so and now I have nothing passionate to say, probably because all I'd really like to do is go to bed. Margh. Have been attempting to analyze data. Not so fun. Don't understand any of it. Nothing is statistically significant. Piece of poop. Have not heard from Lauren about Teach for America yet. Worried but too apathetic at the moment to actually let it occupy my mind. Umm cool thing - the guy I work with, Nathan rocks, as does the girl Flo. We spent yesterday discussing what movie stars/tv personalities (Flo watches Lost too, yay! But likes Jack, boooo, so lame . . . ) are hot rather than doing work while Jennie was out. ha. Also, found out Nathan was in a band that could have gone pro and starred in numerous theatrical and musical productions. Would be obsessed with him if I did not feel so ridiculously intellectually inferior to him. Mom says I should ask him out. Ha, go mummzy. Speaking of family, Seester called a gajillion times yesterday to see how my birthday went. It was so cute. She cracks me up.
Also, hm now I'm remembering some TBTN stuff that I wanted to mention:
1. Actually felt included in College Feminist posse. This is one of the only times I've ever felt that way. Lindsay joked with me as we filled bags with sand for the luminaries and I only felt moderately awkward standing with her group. Sara, who I'd always thought didn't like me for some reason, spontaneously linked arms with me on the silent march back and it made me really happy.
2. Sort of disappointed by the event as a whole (despite apparent bond with fellow members). Turnout was crap, despite the nice weather, smaller than any year I've seen. I mean, it still went well but yeah. Plus Renee Redd's speach was odd - personally I thought the facebook group contreversies were sort of funny, and I know I'm not alone in that, so it was a divisive rather than unifying speach. Not such a good thing. At least the open mic had good turnout.
3. Realized that I will actually miss college feminists, and especially the core members even though I was never really a part of their crowd. Everytime I'm guarding the rock, or whatever, with Lindsay I thoroughly enjoy our conversations. She's just easy to talk to and so candid and frank that I find her both amusing and reassuring and insightful. She's just a really cool person, as lame as that sounds to say. Ah well.
4. Hmmm have more to say but don't really feel like it at the moment. Ah well. Maybe later.
Had a weird dream last night (yay for sickness-induced dreams!). Something about me being in a film acting class with Chris Orvin who I kept trying to get to know, but true to life he never gave me the time of day. I wasn't supposed to be in the class because I wasn't a theatre major but then the teacher thought I was good so he let me stay. I went to his office and he a newspaper article with a picture of the NU grad who's playing Fiyero on broadway right now (true - yeah NU!) and I commented on it and said I loved Wicked and Fiyero was hot and the teacher offered to take me to see it in Chicago. So we went and had front row seats but he knew the director and stuff so we somehow ended up wandering onto the stage during the performance, which turned out to be a huge debacle although not in a bad way, like, the audience was pissed, but the teacher and I were having a grand time. But then we went back to our seats and Glinda was singing in the aisle. She was overweight and topless, but had no boobs (weird as all hell). I was miffed because somehow we had missed "Dancing through Life" and I wondered if we could get free tickets to see it again so I would get to see the choreography. Umm I don't recall how it ended, but I think I woke up. Yeah. It was entirely odd. Maybe that's why I'm so friggin tired today.
Yeah, that's it for my random long-ass post for the day. Fun fun fun.
Also, hm now I'm remembering some TBTN stuff that I wanted to mention:
1. Actually felt included in College Feminist posse. This is one of the only times I've ever felt that way. Lindsay joked with me as we filled bags with sand for the luminaries and I only felt moderately awkward standing with her group. Sara, who I'd always thought didn't like me for some reason, spontaneously linked arms with me on the silent march back and it made me really happy.
2. Sort of disappointed by the event as a whole (despite apparent bond with fellow members). Turnout was crap, despite the nice weather, smaller than any year I've seen. I mean, it still went well but yeah. Plus Renee Redd's speach was odd - personally I thought the facebook group contreversies were sort of funny, and I know I'm not alone in that, so it was a divisive rather than unifying speach. Not such a good thing. At least the open mic had good turnout.
3. Realized that I will actually miss college feminists, and especially the core members even though I was never really a part of their crowd. Everytime I'm guarding the rock, or whatever, with Lindsay I thoroughly enjoy our conversations. She's just easy to talk to and so candid and frank that I find her both amusing and reassuring and insightful. She's just a really cool person, as lame as that sounds to say. Ah well.
4. Hmmm have more to say but don't really feel like it at the moment. Ah well. Maybe later.
Had a weird dream last night (yay for sickness-induced dreams!). Something about me being in a film acting class with Chris Orvin who I kept trying to get to know, but true to life he never gave me the time of day. I wasn't supposed to be in the class because I wasn't a theatre major but then the teacher thought I was good so he let me stay. I went to his office and he a newspaper article with a picture of the NU grad who's playing Fiyero on broadway right now (true - yeah NU!) and I commented on it and said I loved Wicked and Fiyero was hot and the teacher offered to take me to see it in Chicago. So we went and had front row seats but he knew the director and stuff so we somehow ended up wandering onto the stage during the performance, which turned out to be a huge debacle although not in a bad way, like, the audience was pissed, but the teacher and I were having a grand time. But then we went back to our seats and Glinda was singing in the aisle. She was overweight and topless, but had no boobs (weird as all hell). I was miffed because somehow we had missed "Dancing through Life" and I wondered if we could get free tickets to see it again so I would get to see the choreography. Umm I don't recall how it ended, but I think I woke up. Yeah. It was entirely odd. Maybe that's why I'm so friggin tired today.
Yeah, that's it for my random long-ass post for the day. Fun fun fun.