Righteous.

Ha. Hell Night is kind of my favorite thing ever. The actors were nuts, though. We'd take five minutes to program a cue and they'd start singing or screaming, or they'd go out in the hall right after Lindberg announced that we were repeating their scene. Foolish actors. The curtain caught on fire, though, and smoke started billowing out onstage and ( Read more... )

Breaking news! I can now say "Where is Miranda? Miranda is that bear over there" and "I assure you, Catherine is a pork cutlet" in Japanese. And other things too, but those were the least useful phrases I could think of ( Read more... )

Ware's midterm comment made me laugh. He was all, "I think Daisy really hates math, but she understands proofs, but she doesn't like it, and I really wish she would like it, but she doesn't". He went on and on about it. At least I didn't fail, though. I kept getting 9/12s on his tests, and I thought that meant I was getting Cs, but apparently that' ( Read more... )

Erin tied my shoes together today and I fell over. I hate that. I also got stuck in a couch. I hate that, too. I also got tied up in a pillowcase while I was being a dead person in a shroud. This is the third and final thing I hate. After this, I hate no more ( Read more... )

I wish I could sleep ( Read more... )

Oh my God! Snow! I know it's kind of a belated reaction, but such unseasonal precipitation just completely crashed my brain, and I didn't regain the power of speech until today. It was pretty amazing. Was in Kendall with Chris yesterday, and the snowflakes were sticking to my eyelashes and making me blind. It felt like December. We had to sing ( Read more... )

Excellent! Recruited Jack to be the fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse today. We will all be such a mad crazy world-ending team. Will go with Chris Richards to the Garment District on Saturday to buy a deathful crown, lace-up gloves and fishnets. He needs a bow. How the hell are we going to find a bow? Such a weird requirement ( Read more... )

A creepy thing happened the other day. I had extra film, so Catherine and Mel and I went into the cemetery to shoot dead trees and signs and such. We saw a giant humongous pile of flowers on the ground, and it was all colorful and pretty, so we went over to it to see if we could get some nice shots and we started sinking into the ground and ( Read more... )

I have so much to do now, and by "so much", I mean "nothing". Except write a love sonnet in the style of Wyatt, which means I have to think of a central metaphor and use it wisely. Perhaps I can compare my ardent love for Johnny Depp to plutonium, because it's rare and apt to irradiate the countryside.

Also, TS Eliot is my hero.