Wilkommen Montag
It’s Monday. I’m at work - surprisingly awake and perky, too.
Thanksgiving break was enjoyable (and extremely necessary), but it is so good to be back. I returned to school yesterday morning at 10:30. Campus was dead. It reminded me of the weeks I spent RA-training last year. It’s a good silence, but I kept wishing that my friends would come back. Sio called at 5 p.m., though, and Aaron came over much later. But until then it was just me, my Christmas lights and a computer full of music.
I'm favoring The Dresden Dolls, a couple from Boston, more and more. They’re described as Brechtian punk / Weimar-era cabaret. Their look is very theatrical as well. It makes me want to live in early-1930s Berlin. While I love the music (piano and drums), the lyrics annoy me at times - very “you hurt me / I’m better without you.” I just have to wonder if Amanda Palmer really has that much angst. Still, I haven’t wanted a CD this much in a long time, and I definitely know what I’ll listen to when I break up with a boyfriend.
I also downloaded the Barenaked Ladies’ holiday album (“Barenaked for the Holidays”), and it’s proving to be quite pleasant. I can’t listen to BNL and not be happy. Combine that with Christmas music - good cheer all around.
I need to go to the bar. I haven’t gone in weeks, and I need a few drinks in me. Maybe Wednesday. No, definitely Wednesday. I’m not really sure what sparked this. I’m a strong believer in “you don’t need alcohol to have a good time,” and I’m certainly not drinking to escape. Basically I just have the overwhelming urge to look pretty and get toasted (with friends, of course.)
I’ve been missing NYC a lot lately. Been nostalgic of this past summer and all the adventures. Conversations (about anything) trigger memories, and I just want to tell all these stories. It’s especially strong today; I was talking to Mike (from Rocky Horror) at 6 a.m. He asked when I was coming back to New York, and for once I couldn’t give him an exact date. “Maybe in September,” I said, and it got a little harder to breathe.
I’m house managing this Thursday, Friday and Saturday for University Players’ producton of Neil Simon’s “Prisoner of Second Avenue.” I’m excited. I love to house manage. It’s what I do. I think it’s the sense of power - of the ability to turn people away. Oh! I need to find some ushers. Remember that, Rachel - ushers.
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Thanksgiving break was enjoyable (and extremely necessary), but it is so good to be back. I returned to school yesterday morning at 10:30. Campus was dead. It reminded me of the weeks I spent RA-training last year. It’s a good silence, but I kept wishing that my friends would come back. Sio called at 5 p.m., though, and Aaron came over much later. But until then it was just me, my Christmas lights and a computer full of music.
I'm favoring The Dresden Dolls, a couple from Boston, more and more. They’re described as Brechtian punk / Weimar-era cabaret. Their look is very theatrical as well. It makes me want to live in early-1930s Berlin. While I love the music (piano and drums), the lyrics annoy me at times - very “you hurt me / I’m better without you.” I just have to wonder if Amanda Palmer really has that much angst. Still, I haven’t wanted a CD this much in a long time, and I definitely know what I’ll listen to when I break up with a boyfriend.
I also downloaded the Barenaked Ladies’ holiday album (“Barenaked for the Holidays”), and it’s proving to be quite pleasant. I can’t listen to BNL and not be happy. Combine that with Christmas music - good cheer all around.
I need to go to the bar. I haven’t gone in weeks, and I need a few drinks in me. Maybe Wednesday. No, definitely Wednesday. I’m not really sure what sparked this. I’m a strong believer in “you don’t need alcohol to have a good time,” and I’m certainly not drinking to escape. Basically I just have the overwhelming urge to look pretty and get toasted (with friends, of course.)
I’ve been missing NYC a lot lately. Been nostalgic of this past summer and all the adventures. Conversations (about anything) trigger memories, and I just want to tell all these stories. It’s especially strong today; I was talking to Mike (from Rocky Horror) at 6 a.m. He asked when I was coming back to New York, and for once I couldn’t give him an exact date. “Maybe in September,” I said, and it got a little harder to breathe.
I’m house managing this Thursday, Friday and Saturday for University Players’ producton of Neil Simon’s “Prisoner of Second Avenue.” I’m excited. I love to house manage. It’s what I do. I think it’s the sense of power - of the ability to turn people away. Oh! I need to find some ushers. Remember that, Rachel - ushers.
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