Laundry, laundry, laundry
Just got an email back from Doug. The deadline for Shakespearean Summer Camp has been extended to the end of the week! Woooootage! *keeps fingers crossed*
I tweaked my knee doing yardwork yesterday. I think it's just a muscle pull, but not wearing my Doc Martens a lot anymore is probably the main reason why I hurt myself. As soon as I took them off, I felt much better. Hopefully work today won't make things worse, as I feel pretty okay today.
I'm madly in love with Locksley right now. They are Hard Day's Night-Beatles with a punk rock twist and a little Franz Ferdinand thrown in for good measure.
On a kind of related note, my mom had a brilliant idea for a dissertation - a Shakespearean-style play about Robin Hood. Granted, As You Like It has a lot of Robin Hood elements, but why not write an actual Robin Hood play in blank verse? I just have to think of how not to make it just like one of the movies or the TV show. And do literary research into the legends, obviously. Not that any professor would ever sanction this, but it would still be hilariously awesome.
I really wish my dad didn't smoke. Not only is it going to kill him, but he's such a pain in the ass about getting cigarettes. He doesn't drive, so he's always asking me to out and get them at the drop of a hat. Yeah, instead of walking the third of a mile to the store to get them, he makes me drive him down. God forbid he does something healthy to offset his bad habit. I don't care that he's got a bad knee; if he got some exercise now and then, it would probably improve it infinitely. Grrrrr...
I tweaked my knee doing yardwork yesterday. I think it's just a muscle pull, but not wearing my Doc Martens a lot anymore is probably the main reason why I hurt myself. As soon as I took them off, I felt much better. Hopefully work today won't make things worse, as I feel pretty okay today.
I'm madly in love with Locksley right now. They are Hard Day's Night-Beatles with a punk rock twist and a little Franz Ferdinand thrown in for good measure.
On a kind of related note, my mom had a brilliant idea for a dissertation - a Shakespearean-style play about Robin Hood. Granted, As You Like It has a lot of Robin Hood elements, but why not write an actual Robin Hood play in blank verse? I just have to think of how not to make it just like one of the movies or the TV show. And do literary research into the legends, obviously. Not that any professor would ever sanction this, but it would still be hilariously awesome.
I really wish my dad didn't smoke. Not only is it going to kill him, but he's such a pain in the ass about getting cigarettes. He doesn't drive, so he's always asking me to out and get them at the drop of a hat. Yeah, instead of walking the third of a mile to the store to get them, he makes me drive him down. God forbid he does something healthy to offset his bad habit. I don't care that he's got a bad knee; if he got some exercise now and then, it would probably improve it infinitely. Grrrrr...