Spring Break
For Spring Break, I've followed my boyfriend home to Santa Fe. It's really awesome out here. Last Sunday, we climbed Atalaya, the larger of the two mountain trails that start out on the St. John's Santa Fe campus. It really was beautiful up there. I'm from a state that has mountains (green, specifically), but Camel's Hump, while beautiful, really is no comparison to the mountains out here. It has also been a very long time since I had gone on a hike, and I really miss doing so. My hands turned into small balloons for an hour or two due to the altitude, but it was worth it.
Tuesday we spent all day hanging out with botanicalmoment and drinking tea at a Tea House, which I wish I could visit on a more regular basis, because it had as many teas as one could imagine, with a very nice atmosphere. It was really nice to get to hang out with botanicalmoment , and we ended up wandering for a while looking at plants and art and chatting about anything. We pretty much left my poor boyfriend behind conversation-wise, as we are both extremely obsessed with botany and I kept asking her about different plants because her knowledge of west coast plants currently surpasses my own.
That night we went to a play at the Santa Fe campus. . . .it was weird. There were two one-act plays, both written by students. The first one was a murder mystery that consisted mostly of puns. It had one fun running gag and a fun ending, but was really awful otherwise. The acting wasn't exactly bad in that it seemed that the actors were being directed to overact, but the writing was just annoying and the directing not particularly helpful. For example, the cast were seated on the stage, rather than on the raised platform on the stage, making them difficult to see unless you were in the front row.
The second play was well-done for what it was, and comparatively very good. It was about a gay clone that falls in love with his mother. Yes. It was. I am not making that up. If that seems contradictory . . .well, it sort of was in the play, too. It starts out with a tense family conversation between a pressuring father and his son at the dinner table, with his mother and friend just awkwardly sitting there, watching. It is mentioned that the father runs a eugenics company. Then the son and his friend reveal that they are gay lovers and the father runs out muttering about gene clusters. Then it turns out that the son is a clone. Also, he's not actually gay, his father is, and his (surrogate) mother has been paid to be his mother his entire life. Then the son asks his mother if she has any maternal affection for him, she has she did, but only in character. Then they make out. Then the gay lover runs off in a huff, and they both end up beating up the father. Then the son says he's going to leave town and kisses his mother again. . . .it was WEIRD. However, the acting was remarkably good, especially the mother, and the play really wasn't taking itself at all seriously. ("I can't look at your face because it reminds me of his face but I can't look at his face because it's buried in her face!" Also, the father and son are named Eugene.
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were spent working on a draft of my Sophomore Essay, which I finished Saturday morning. I'm not at all sure it's any good, and I'm probably going to look over it again after posting this entry, but I fired it off to Mr. Beall, so we'll see what he thinks. Saturday afternoon - evening we hung out with botanicalmoment again, pretty much just chatting and eating frozen yogurt. It's been really great to see her. Yesterday . . .I'm not even sure where yesterday went. I managed to read some Descartes, but didn't do much else. I'm going to try to be more productive today, especially since I have two prize entries to write in addition to my normal work.
My boyfriend's family has been trying to "plug up the holes in my film education," so they've been showing me movies that they think will accomplish this: My Fair Lady (which was really fun and contained Audrey Hepburn), 12 Angry Men (which blew me away. It makes use of everything it has and does it perfectly,) A Fish Called Wanda (which was a fun movie to watch, but I'm not sure how much I actually liked it,) L.A. Story (which I liked considerably more than A Fish Called Wanda, mostly because it just had a fun sense of humor that it never really lost track of,) and the first half of Judgment at Nuremburg (which I will finish tonight.)
On Wednesday we're going to go see Tent Rocks and eat dinner at Upaya Zen Center with botanicalmoment , and then we're heading out for a road trip on Thursday to see Chaco Canyon, heading to Taos on Friday, and then going to some mineral springs place. We head back Saturday, and my boyfriend and I fly back Sunday. Other than fun, this means two thing: One, I need to try and finish any work I need to today and tomorrow. Two, I will hear about my internship when we get back, supposedly. I will try not to think about it during the trip so that my head does not EXPLODE.
Speaking of my internship, I've been trying to sort out the summer. There's an apartment I'm trying to sublet (the same one I lived in last summer,) and I've been trying to get housemates together. Since nobody knows yet what they'll be doing this summer, I've spoken to five people and gotten one confirmed, and several possibilities. We shall see what the future holds.
Tuesday we spent all day hanging out with botanicalmoment and drinking tea at a Tea House, which I wish I could visit on a more regular basis, because it had as many teas as one could imagine, with a very nice atmosphere. It was really nice to get to hang out with botanicalmoment , and we ended up wandering for a while looking at plants and art and chatting about anything. We pretty much left my poor boyfriend behind conversation-wise, as we are both extremely obsessed with botany and I kept asking her about different plants because her knowledge of west coast plants currently surpasses my own.
That night we went to a play at the Santa Fe campus. . . .it was weird. There were two one-act plays, both written by students. The first one was a murder mystery that consisted mostly of puns. It had one fun running gag and a fun ending, but was really awful otherwise. The acting wasn't exactly bad in that it seemed that the actors were being directed to overact, but the writing was just annoying and the directing not particularly helpful. For example, the cast were seated on the stage, rather than on the raised platform on the stage, making them difficult to see unless you were in the front row.
The second play was well-done for what it was, and comparatively very good. It was about a gay clone that falls in love with his mother. Yes. It was. I am not making that up. If that seems contradictory . . .well, it sort of was in the play, too. It starts out with a tense family conversation between a pressuring father and his son at the dinner table, with his mother and friend just awkwardly sitting there, watching. It is mentioned that the father runs a eugenics company. Then the son and his friend reveal that they are gay lovers and the father runs out muttering about gene clusters. Then it turns out that the son is a clone. Also, he's not actually gay, his father is, and his (surrogate) mother has been paid to be his mother his entire life. Then the son asks his mother if she has any maternal affection for him, she has she did, but only in character. Then they make out. Then the gay lover runs off in a huff, and they both end up beating up the father. Then the son says he's going to leave town and kisses his mother again. . . .it was WEIRD. However, the acting was remarkably good, especially the mother, and the play really wasn't taking itself at all seriously. ("I can't look at your face because it reminds me of his face but I can't look at his face because it's buried in her face!" Also, the father and son are named Eugene.
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were spent working on a draft of my Sophomore Essay, which I finished Saturday morning. I'm not at all sure it's any good, and I'm probably going to look over it again after posting this entry, but I fired it off to Mr. Beall, so we'll see what he thinks. Saturday afternoon - evening we hung out with botanicalmoment again, pretty much just chatting and eating frozen yogurt. It's been really great to see her. Yesterday . . .I'm not even sure where yesterday went. I managed to read some Descartes, but didn't do much else. I'm going to try to be more productive today, especially since I have two prize entries to write in addition to my normal work.
My boyfriend's family has been trying to "plug up the holes in my film education," so they've been showing me movies that they think will accomplish this: My Fair Lady (which was really fun and contained Audrey Hepburn), 12 Angry Men (which blew me away. It makes use of everything it has and does it perfectly,) A Fish Called Wanda (which was a fun movie to watch, but I'm not sure how much I actually liked it,) L.A. Story (which I liked considerably more than A Fish Called Wanda, mostly because it just had a fun sense of humor that it never really lost track of,) and the first half of Judgment at Nuremburg (which I will finish tonight.)
On Wednesday we're going to go see Tent Rocks and eat dinner at Upaya Zen Center with botanicalmoment , and then we're heading out for a road trip on Thursday to see Chaco Canyon, heading to Taos on Friday, and then going to some mineral springs place. We head back Saturday, and my boyfriend and I fly back Sunday. Other than fun, this means two thing: One, I need to try and finish any work I need to today and tomorrow. Two, I will hear about my internship when we get back, supposedly. I will try not to think about it during the trip so that my head does not EXPLODE.
Speaking of my internship, I've been trying to sort out the summer. There's an apartment I'm trying to sublet (the same one I lived in last summer,) and I've been trying to get housemates together. Since nobody knows yet what they'll be doing this summer, I've spoken to five people and gotten one confirmed, and several possibilities. We shall see what the future holds.