Well, I never thought I would inspire hope in someone by the way I say the word slut.
...I've been given one of Terra's old lines, now that she's out of the play, and there's really no way around it; I have to call Ivanna (Vanessa's character) a slut, and those of you familiar with my lexicon will note that I don't really say that out loud, at least not to my memory. But, as I don't have much choice, and there are worse things I could say, I've been spitting it out to the best of my ability.
Which apparently has not gone unnoticed by John. He and I were sitting backstage tonight, waiting for our respective cues, and John was impatiently checking his watch because he wanted to get back to his room and watch 24, which he loves with a burning fiery passion and which he was taping because we knew we had rehearsal.
I have never known John to be impatient during rehearsal, but then, he's never had much of anything better to do. So John, who has been in a massive number of plays and who takes it very seriously most of the time (except when we're townspeople and he's busy feeding us Mike & Ikes or poking us or talking to Jared and Chris), went off on a quiet tirade to me about how the seniors don't focus, how nobody here is really serious, how we could have been done by now had the seniors not been screwing so much up that they had to start over so many times.
It's not all the seniors' fault, though. No one enforces discipline, and there are times when I think Becky makes it worse. I like theater very much, but it bothers me less than John because this's the atmosphere I'm used to. I hated Annie, where times were thin if you were only an eighth-grade bit part, bossed around by power-tripping ninth-graders; I hated DeF never being satisfied, making us do things over when we had them perfectly just to prove it wasn't a fluke. I loved Arsenic, the bonding we did and the fact that, as it was comedy, we never took ourselves too seriously. It's true that Annie's quality was of a higher caliber than Arsenic, even for a junior high show, and it's true that a lot of that was due to leads in Arsenic that wouldn't put in the time or didn't have the basic skill. But with Arsenic, we were scraping the bottom for people to fill the roles; we had lower expectations. This's college, and I can see why John is frustrated. If he got better in high school, I can see what would set him off.
He said something, sitting there, that stopped me short. "In you," he said, in the voice and wording he uses when he's being profound, "I see traces of hope."
"Tell me what you mean," I said.
"You say things and they sound real. The line you have, when you say slut, it sounds like you really mean it, it's real. You take things seriously. And the way when you had the other line, the one Mandie has now, I liked how you said it better than how it's being said now."
"I hated how I said it," I told him, laughing.
Still, stupidly enough, it meant so much to hear him say both things. I thought to myself at first that he was saying this because I am his friend, but come to think of it, he's been saying it longer than that. We met at a play tryout, the one for Stories to be Told, and then we got talking at the honors reception--and he told me about how I'd said my lines, said later, in a voice that's echoed in my head from time to time ever since, I want to see you act.
Oddly enough, this has also begun to reconcile to me the idea that he, like Jaimie, will probably leave, probably transfer to a more theater-oriented school. That is, I think, what a lot of the really good people do. Shaminda is local, grew up around here, I think, so he hasn't. (He's also, like, 27, so I don't know what the heck is up.)
John takes separation a lot better than I do; I think he sees friends a little like Inspector General, our play: everyone has a part, and some parts are bigger than others, but they all have the same basic concept--you're on the stage, you play your part, you're off the stage, and when you're off the stage, you're out of sight. Some people get to come back onstage before the end; others don't.
I can't see it that way--I want it like ensemble cast, like when John and Jaimie and the others did Stories to be Told: sometimes people are part of the immediate story and sometimes they're not, but everyone's there onstage, or just slightly offstage, out of the spotlight but still visible to me, the audience; still playing their part and making a noticeable difference. Right now I'm seeing a lot of John's stories, Lily's stories, 'cause that's where we are in this script that I don't get to read, I only get to see acted out. But Daf's out there, too, and Erik, and Glenn--when I look just offstage, I can see them there, sometimes they speak together, sometimes they're silent, but they're watching, too.
...I guess that's what Glenn tried to tell me the one afternoon, what he meant in his meandering story about people you run into at the store, the day he found out how I always felt tugged by both sets of friends, like how when I paid attention to the one, I felt like I was neglecting the other.
...Truth be told, my set of home friends is still my favorite overall. But I'm finding more to like about my school friends. It's made my friendship easier with John, in a way, to know that I'm not bound to him anymore. He is still such a huge part of my campus life that it would be a major change if suddenly something changed and I didn't see him anymore, but he's no longer my only close friend, though (outside of Lily) he is my closest here. I have made friends in my own right--Mandie, Tom, and Krystal, for one thing, and they're not just people to wave at, like so many of my original friends were. I am beginning to believe John when he tells me that the honors-class "foodies" are starting to like me.
I am beginning to want to stay here, which in all truth has not happened before the past couple of weeks.
This is and has been a long and slightly overdramatic ramble, but I am in a reverie mood. I have a massive amount of essay-class homework to do, which is just as well, seeing as there are three boys and my cousin sitting on my bed playing MarioKart, and an additional boy in a chair nearby, so it wasn't like I was going to get to sleep anyway. Which is fine; usually I'm looking for excuses to stay up.
I have so many loose ends to tie up, all the time--so many things that I have to do that I forget. I have a lab due on Thursday, things to do for choir, a livejournal entry to write, two FYE events to attend for microbio, a rummage sale to help organize, gas to get, another trip to the post office to make with Jaimie, Erik to call, Glenn to try to get a hold of, all the rest of my friends to keep up with, more laundry to do, play practice, and goodness knows what else that I'm forgetting--and my own standards and other standards to be living up to while I get those things done. ...Every time I get something done that's been nagging at me, I think, that's one loose end tied up, but more of them loosen all the time. I'm amazed I'm not more exhausted. I'm more amazed that I'm not sick.
Maybe that makes it okay that I'm so bipolar, that I spaz even easier than I did at home, that I'm more easily frustrated with myself. It was nice to be the comforter for once tonight, to hear John angry--he's usually so massively happy, and that's great, but it's nice to see him human, to not wish I could be like him and be frustrated because I'm not. Tonight I saw a lot I haven't before. We talked about some other things, too, not just the play...
...right now I'm calm, goodness knows how. It was nice that I got dinner after all. It was nice that twice I got invited by Krystal and Tom to come and sit with them--once at lunch, once at dinner. It was nice that Mandie was happier than I've seen her in a long time, joining in the random poking and tweaking and rubbing that goes on in our cast. It was fun as anything that we played my two favorite acting games during rehearsal (vive Chichi-Chacha and Big Bootie). It was nice that we didn't have microbio, and it was nice to wander the windy streets of the next town over with Jaimie, looking for the post office and laughing at ourselves trying to cross the streets.
It's been a good day. And I suppose I could be nailing myself for tomorrow by not doing my homework yet, but I think in the end that I'd rather savor my now. So yeah.
-Laurel
10.28.2003
Lindsay was at play practice last night, the same as ever. Everyone acted like nothing had happened, so I did, too. 'Course, it happens often enough that for everyone else, it is fairly normal.
Had essay class yesterday. It doesn't look easy. But it does look good. ::exhales:: It makes me feel better about being an English major, anyway; everything we've done so far feels right.
Much more some other time; right now I've got laundry to get into the dryer and a trip into town to make.
-Laurel
Had essay class yesterday. It doesn't look easy. But it does look good. ::exhales:: It makes me feel better about being an English major, anyway; everything we've done so far feels right.
Much more some other time; right now I've got laundry to get into the dryer and a trip into town to make.
-Laurel
10.27.2003
A few random neural findings, 'cause it's late and I need to go to bed so I can get up tomorrow and do my homework, absolutely none of which got done this weekend.
...Lindsay passed out tonight. Apparently it happens every so often, her friends all know what to do, but apparently it's never happened at play practice, 'cause Lindsay's a senior and Becky still wasn't aware of this, from what I can tell. Most of my friends were gone--I was still there 'cause my maid spot keeps me at practice--I was sitting on the floor in front of the first row of audience chairs facing the stage, reading something for my essay class ('cause it turns out I'm still in; more on that later), when I heard a really loud clunk behind me, several rows up. I looked up and couldn't see anything. Becky got up from her seat higher up, with what I believe was a quiet curse, her hand stretched out. I thought something had been dropped. Only when people started coming over did I realize what had happened.
Halley and Chris checked to see that she was breathing; she was. We cleared out the chairs in the area and elevated her feet so the blood could go to her head. They asked for wet paper towels, cold, and I ran to get them. While I did that, Andrew called 911. They talked to her as they wiped her down, but she didn't come around, hadn't by the time I went into the hall to ask the other townspeople to stay outside, 'cause they were coming back from break, Becky'd told me to go--so I ended up pointing security and the paramedic in while I was out there.
It was really kind of creepy to see her lying there, eyes closed--she didn't look asleep, but she had too much circulation to look dead, so I don't know...
They don't know what causes it. Thick blood and weak heart is their latest guess (and she's so tall, that can't help much...and maybe that's part of why she's so pale). Jeesh, it'd be like being narcoleptic, you have to just go on living, never knowing when you'll get set off.
So, on a completely different note, today was pasta-making for honors, and that was great fun, made the dough with the eggs and flour, rolled it out and cut it with the pasta-roller thing (we were bad at the part, most of us), hung the strands and let them dry. Susan and Rob (that's her husband) made these wonderful oil-and-garlic and pesto sauces, we had some of each kind with arulla salad, or whatever the lettuce's called, on top, toasted pine nuts and stuff...
...holy cow. I wish I could do that. This's Susan's house; I'll never duplicate that in reality, will I? ...will I?
As I said, I got into essay, 'cause turns out the prof thought the class was Tuesday/Thursday until about an hour before she had to go and teach it for the first time, so yeah, I'm in.
Which means I have to write an essay for it by tomorrow. Crap.
Am all bipolar and I'm so sick of it. Gah.
-Laurel
...Lindsay passed out tonight. Apparently it happens every so often, her friends all know what to do, but apparently it's never happened at play practice, 'cause Lindsay's a senior and Becky still wasn't aware of this, from what I can tell. Most of my friends were gone--I was still there 'cause my maid spot keeps me at practice--I was sitting on the floor in front of the first row of audience chairs facing the stage, reading something for my essay class ('cause it turns out I'm still in; more on that later), when I heard a really loud clunk behind me, several rows up. I looked up and couldn't see anything. Becky got up from her seat higher up, with what I believe was a quiet curse, her hand stretched out. I thought something had been dropped. Only when people started coming over did I realize what had happened.
Halley and Chris checked to see that she was breathing; she was. We cleared out the chairs in the area and elevated her feet so the blood could go to her head. They asked for wet paper towels, cold, and I ran to get them. While I did that, Andrew called 911. They talked to her as they wiped her down, but she didn't come around, hadn't by the time I went into the hall to ask the other townspeople to stay outside, 'cause they were coming back from break, Becky'd told me to go--so I ended up pointing security and the paramedic in while I was out there.
It was really kind of creepy to see her lying there, eyes closed--she didn't look asleep, but she had too much circulation to look dead, so I don't know...
They don't know what causes it. Thick blood and weak heart is their latest guess (and she's so tall, that can't help much...and maybe that's part of why she's so pale). Jeesh, it'd be like being narcoleptic, you have to just go on living, never knowing when you'll get set off.
So, on a completely different note, today was pasta-making for honors, and that was great fun, made the dough with the eggs and flour, rolled it out and cut it with the pasta-roller thing (we were bad at the part, most of us), hung the strands and let them dry. Susan and Rob (that's her husband) made these wonderful oil-and-garlic and pesto sauces, we had some of each kind with arulla salad, or whatever the lettuce's called, on top, toasted pine nuts and stuff...
...holy cow. I wish I could do that. This's Susan's house; I'll never duplicate that in reality, will I? ...will I?
As I said, I got into essay, 'cause turns out the prof thought the class was Tuesday/Thursday until about an hour before she had to go and teach it for the first time, so yeah, I'm in.
Which means I have to write an essay for it by tomorrow. Crap.
Am all bipolar and I'm so sick of it. Gah.
-Laurel
10.24.2003
'kay, here's news that is both wonderfully good and terribly, horribly bad:
My essay class, as it turns out, is on Mondays and Wednesdays. Not Tuesdays and Thursdays. This is excellent inasmuch as I can eat dinner every night now, but it sucks inasmuch as I found this out today, meaning I've missed the past two classes and this means I could potentially be dropped from the class by the professor. Right, somebody's definitely leaving e-mail and voice mail apologies soon.
Here is some news that is spectacularly good but mildly concerning:
I have been promoted in the play, thanks to Lily, who was offered the part but took a lesser one (barmaid) to save herself some evening time. I am now Mushka, the housemaid, and not only do I get Lily's old lines, but I get a massive amount of stage time. This is mildly concerning in the sense that now I am at rehearsal every night from 7-11, without fail, except when I have class (like chorus). But in every other way, it is wonderful. I take back everything I ever said the first night when I found out how crappy my other-constable role was.
I feel bad that I got a part because somebody had mono. But I have Lily to thank more for my spike in stage time, and I will try not to complain, so if I start complaining at having to be there all the time, she and/or John can whap me.
Though complaints about general stress, if they do not mention the play specifically, should at least be tolerated. *g*
Simon (one of the play's most important characters) and John and I sang Beatles songs tonight, accompanied by Simon's guitar. It was fun.
And John and I played DDR briefly; that was fun, too. :)
So I am busy as all get out again, just in different ways than I expected. But this way I like a little better than class from 1:20-8:30.
Crap. Now I'm gonna have to revise and print out my wall-schedule again! ::laughs:: Nah, scrap it, if no one knows where I am, they can find out from my away messages.
Time for bed. I have to get up early tomorrow and do coloring for microbio.
-Laurel
My essay class, as it turns out, is on Mondays and Wednesdays. Not Tuesdays and Thursdays. This is excellent inasmuch as I can eat dinner every night now, but it sucks inasmuch as I found this out today, meaning I've missed the past two classes and this means I could potentially be dropped from the class by the professor. Right, somebody's definitely leaving e-mail and voice mail apologies soon.
Here is some news that is spectacularly good but mildly concerning:
I have been promoted in the play, thanks to Lily, who was offered the part but took a lesser one (barmaid) to save herself some evening time. I am now Mushka, the housemaid, and not only do I get Lily's old lines, but I get a massive amount of stage time. This is mildly concerning in the sense that now I am at rehearsal every night from 7-11, without fail, except when I have class (like chorus). But in every other way, it is wonderful. I take back everything I ever said the first night when I found out how crappy my other-constable role was.
I feel bad that I got a part because somebody had mono. But I have Lily to thank more for my spike in stage time, and I will try not to complain, so if I start complaining at having to be there all the time, she and/or John can whap me.
Though complaints about general stress, if they do not mention the play specifically, should at least be tolerated. *g*
Simon (one of the play's most important characters) and John and I sang Beatles songs tonight, accompanied by Simon's guitar. It was fun.
And John and I played DDR briefly; that was fun, too. :)
So I am busy as all get out again, just in different ways than I expected. But this way I like a little better than class from 1:20-8:30.
Crap. Now I'm gonna have to revise and print out my wall-schedule again! ::laughs:: Nah, scrap it, if no one knows where I am, they can find out from my away messages.
Time for bed. I have to get up early tomorrow and do coloring for microbio.
-Laurel
10.23.2003
Whee for disturbed circadian rhythms. Nap before play practice + caffeine after play practice = here I am at 3:27 A-stinking-M, in the computer room downstairs because Lily, like any person with sanity, went to bed several hours ago.
So, thanks to my trusty booklight, for the past couple of hours I've been finishing the rest of Like Water for Chocolate, which, oh my goodness ruddy grapefruit, has got to be the most utterly random book I have ever read. Like seriously, I don't know why this book is so critically-acclaimed, it's just a soap opera done in book form, with a few recipes thrown in for spice. The Mexican vibe is cool, but oh my word, I am horrified that there's a movie, if it's anything like the book.
I didn't hate it, but neither did I like it. The ending sucked, I'm sorry.
I am far too sensible to appreciate romance-novel-style-semi-sleaze, which is exactly what this book was.
At any rate, today--now that it's Thursday--is the beginning of my biweekly insanity, inasmuch as it is now B-block over here and my new class is starting. This means, for anyone who by some phenomenon has not heard this tirade yet, that I will be in class from 1:20 to 8:30 on Thursday nights, plus tomorrow night I have play practice 'til eleven. No dinnertime, unless John and I manage to snarf some food in the ten minutes between choir and play warmups, which's where we're going because honors is canceled but we still have to go to this campus event and Becky's letting us out and everything but all the same we have to come to warmups right at seven which is fine because I like them but holy cow it doesn't leave us much time to eat unless of course Luanne lets us out early 'cause by some amazing coincidence neither of our small-group songs are being run, yeah like that's likely okay I need to end this sentence shut up I know I'm an English major.
::inhales:: ::exhales::
Now then. Note to self: tomorrow I need to pay my phone bill (all twenty cents of it; can the office make change for a quarter, or do I have two dimes in my pile of change?) and have lunch with Yung-Mei; I cannot forget. It would also be cool if I could make a sandwich of some sort to take with me this afternoon, or at least buy one at the cafe (I'm down to like $13.50 on my card and it has to last me another eight-ish weeks, oh gracious...), inasmuch as starving is not my idea of fun.
::snorts:: As though I wasn't already sleep-deprived, now this happens. But getting out of Writing II and into 200-level is still massively worth it. It was that wretched a class.
Though I imagine I'll be questioning that last sentence after a couple weeks of this.
::snorts again:: I warned John that I was prolly going to be a massive hyperspasticase pretty soon, and he's like, yeah, but you're always like that! ...John and I enjoy building each other's self-esteem and then tearing it down, like little kids with block towers. He will be very nice when I actually am a wreck, 'cause usually he is. It makes me wish that he would be hyperspastic himself more than occasionally, so I could return the favor, but as it stands, mostly the pattern is that he keeps me from freaking out too much and I keep him from freaking out too little--that is, I'm the one always reminding him that we have chorus, we have choir, we have play practice, we have honors homework, and usually I'm the one who does the work to clarify what that honors homework/play practice/choir rehearsal is. It's a decent arrangement, as they go.
::blinks:: I need to figure out whether what I want to get for Lily is on her birthday list or not. ::big tantalizing grin in Lily's direction::
It is nearing four o'clock, so perhaps I should at least attempt to go to bed. I am going to crash tomorrow and it isn't going to be cool.
But for now, all I know is that it's Zinni's birthday. Have a happy one, amiga mía. :)
-Laurel
So, thanks to my trusty booklight, for the past couple of hours I've been finishing the rest of Like Water for Chocolate, which, oh my goodness ruddy grapefruit, has got to be the most utterly random book I have ever read. Like seriously, I don't know why this book is so critically-acclaimed, it's just a soap opera done in book form, with a few recipes thrown in for spice. The Mexican vibe is cool, but oh my word, I am horrified that there's a movie, if it's anything like the book.
I didn't hate it, but neither did I like it. The ending sucked, I'm sorry.
I am far too sensible to appreciate romance-novel-style-semi-sleaze, which is exactly what this book was.
At any rate, today--now that it's Thursday--is the beginning of my biweekly insanity, inasmuch as it is now B-block over here and my new class is starting. This means, for anyone who by some phenomenon has not heard this tirade yet, that I will be in class from 1:20 to 8:30 on Thursday nights, plus tomorrow night I have play practice 'til eleven. No dinnertime, unless John and I manage to snarf some food in the ten minutes between choir and play warmups, which's where we're going because honors is canceled but we still have to go to this campus event and Becky's letting us out and everything but all the same we have to come to warmups right at seven which is fine because I like them but holy cow it doesn't leave us much time to eat unless of course Luanne lets us out early 'cause by some amazing coincidence neither of our small-group songs are being run, yeah like that's likely okay I need to end this sentence shut up I know I'm an English major.
::inhales:: ::exhales::
Now then. Note to self: tomorrow I need to pay my phone bill (all twenty cents of it; can the office make change for a quarter, or do I have two dimes in my pile of change?) and have lunch with Yung-Mei; I cannot forget. It would also be cool if I could make a sandwich of some sort to take with me this afternoon, or at least buy one at the cafe (I'm down to like $13.50 on my card and it has to last me another eight-ish weeks, oh gracious...), inasmuch as starving is not my idea of fun.
::snorts:: As though I wasn't already sleep-deprived, now this happens. But getting out of Writing II and into 200-level is still massively worth it. It was that wretched a class.
Though I imagine I'll be questioning that last sentence after a couple weeks of this.
::snorts again:: I warned John that I was prolly going to be a massive hyperspasticase pretty soon, and he's like, yeah, but you're always like that! ...John and I enjoy building each other's self-esteem and then tearing it down, like little kids with block towers. He will be very nice when I actually am a wreck, 'cause usually he is. It makes me wish that he would be hyperspastic himself more than occasionally, so I could return the favor, but as it stands, mostly the pattern is that he keeps me from freaking out too much and I keep him from freaking out too little--that is, I'm the one always reminding him that we have chorus, we have choir, we have play practice, we have honors homework, and usually I'm the one who does the work to clarify what that honors homework/play practice/choir rehearsal is. It's a decent arrangement, as they go.
::blinks:: I need to figure out whether what I want to get for Lily is on her birthday list or not. ::big tantalizing grin in Lily's direction::
It is nearing four o'clock, so perhaps I should at least attempt to go to bed. I am going to crash tomorrow and it isn't going to be cool.
But for now, all I know is that it's Zinni's birthday. Have a happy one, amiga mía. :)
-Laurel
10.20.2003
School was entertaining-ish. Hung round with B for two blocks (Erik was there for one), the chorus and choir kids for one (I can't believe we sang "Alleluia" from last year; I knew that one better this morning than I did at the spring concert last year somehow!). Third block was trickier, but I pulled it off--first bit in play-director-Mr.-C's office, second in lunch with Erik, third in Mrs. W's mythology class, talking to her while her students watched a "Krusty video" (i.e. narrated by Peter Ustinoff, who apparently sounds rather like him...?) about Aries--or whoever (mythology has never really intrigued me much, outside of anything to do with Lord of the Rings...).
Watched play practice for a bit--that was, more or less, half of what I'd come for--and Matt and Jayj are very good...all of them are good. They did well with the talent this year; I wish I could see the finished product.
Came back, went to cast-dinner here, featuring possibly the best lasagna I've ever eaten, and certainly the best lemon squares. Subsequently: play practice. A lot of standing around, but also a lot of time reading my newest (and last!) honors book offstage (only last 'cause I've mowed through the rest, save bits of The Man Who Ate Everything).
Am all tired and stuff.
-Laurel
Watched play practice for a bit--that was, more or less, half of what I'd come for--and Matt and Jayj are very good...all of them are good. They did well with the talent this year; I wish I could see the finished product.
Came back, went to cast-dinner here, featuring possibly the best lasagna I've ever eaten, and certainly the best lemon squares. Subsequently: play practice. A lot of standing around, but also a lot of time reading my newest (and last!) honors book offstage (only last 'cause I've mowed through the rest, save bits of The Man Who Ate Everything).
Am all tired and stuff.
-Laurel
10.19.2003
General overhaul of the "People to Know" side-column; hopefully it's a little easier to navigate now.
Home is fun. And I do still feel like it's my home. But college is getting easier to live at.
More of my friends need to meet. It was good that Erik came here and got to meet Evan and John.
...if the school play dates really have been changed, like Matt said, then maybe I can get a mass field trip going, everyone can camp out in my basement on Friday night.
::blinks:: though that sounds suspiciously like a co-ed sleepover, one of those things we are never-and-ever allowed to do in my house.
Whatever. I try.
-Laurel
Home is fun. And I do still feel like it's my home. But college is getting easier to live at.
More of my friends need to meet. It was good that Erik came here and got to meet Evan and John.
...if the school play dates really have been changed, like Matt said, then maybe I can get a mass field trip going, everyone can camp out in my basement on Friday night.
::blinks:: though that sounds suspiciously like a co-ed sleepover, one of those things we are never-and-ever allowed to do in my house.
Whatever. I try.
-Laurel
10.18.2003
So I had rehearsal tonight. Mandie and I had to stay with the main cast, so we got out after Jaimie and John. I tried to go down to the coffeehouse for more hot cider, but it was gone--but I found Anna and Laura there, and the two of them and I ended up hanging out for a long time. I had fun there.
Tomorrow I go home and see my parents, and on Sunday lots of people come over and we play DDR. :)
-Laurel
Tomorrow I go home and see my parents, and on Sunday lots of people come over and we play DDR. :)
-Laurel
10.17.2003
Yesterday was busy and great, filled with (relatively) new upperclassman-friends and randomness of every kind.
'Cause I woke up early yesterday and couldn't get back to sleep, I lay there for an hour and finally decided the heck with it, I was going to breakfast. So I got myself up and dressed, grabbed my honors book as something to do while I was there, and went.
Only the book never got read, 'cause I ran into Mandie, who was done with breakfast but decided to have some coffee while I had some cereal. So we talked about all sorts of random things, a lot about her; I heard basically a one-minute life story, including a year where she lived in Alaska. She came here partly because of the trees, she said. Alaska is great to be touristy in, but it sucks to live there. She needed some trees. She's actually a junior here, but because she transferred in from "a tiny little community college in Washington state", she's never been here before. I was in the middle of hearing how she got from Alaska to here when she realized she'd be late for work at the library, so we broke that one up, and I went back to bed for a little while.
Got up in time for lunch, sorted though the mass confusion of going to honors versus going to play practice, and sprinted to microbio. Microbio was fun again: we played a game where we "infected" each other and had to figure out who'd started the epidemic. See, we all wore rubber gloves and had a gauze pad soaked in mineral oil, which we proceeded to smear all over our gloves and shake hands with each other. Only one of the gauze pads was tainted with glow-powder, which's only visible under fluorescent light. So after five rounds of hand-shaking, twenty out of the twenty-four of us (including me) ended up infected, and it's our job now to figure out who started the epidemic, given the information of which people everyone shook hands with and given the test results (infected or not) of five people in the class after three rounds of hand-shaking.
This was so fascinating to me that I got my nerd on (okay, so I always have my nerd on, but I thought it sounded funny) and figured out not only who started the epidemic (it's impossible to tell between Chris and Trevor because they shook hands with each other first; one of them had it and gave it to the other), but where each infected person got infected and who they gave it to (I got it from Brian, who'd gotten it from Chris; I gave it to Liz).
Incidentally, however, I found out while talking to Becky, prior to microbio, that I was not allowed out of tonight's play practice. Thus it is that I'm sitting here instead of finishing my online microbio test so I can drive home.
So anyway, I got back, played some DDR, got some dinner at the sub shop with Lily (hm, I still owe her $4...), then went to choir. Choir was pretty decent, though that circle-thing I've been wanting to try for "Triste Depart", the one like from choir at school where we're mixed-parts? Yeah, we tried that, and we kind of sucked. ::laughs:: I definitely include myself in that one, 'cause it's hard to hear the altos you're supposed to be following (for that one I'm a second soprano, remember, but we're supposed to follow the altos for a lot of the song) when you've got basses on both sides. Like in choir at home, that was never a problem, but in choir at home, the area was smaller; here we were spread all round this big room. I got lost a lot.
We also had an interesting time running "Monster Mash", 'cause it would help if narrator-Chris would remember where he's going with the song. But we assigned "parts" last night, and in addition to the slab, the four of us are also the Crypt Kicker Five, which means we've got to coordinate our semi-Rockette thing we've got going there, 'cause right now when I say semi-, I mean **semi**-. ::laughs a bit:: We need some help. ...John and Jaimie are zombies. Shaminda makes a hysterical Igor, and Lindsay a good Dracula. It'll be fun; we just have to get it together.
I got let out of choir early and ended up going to dinner with Krystal ('cause it turns out that's how her name's spelled) and Kristin, Tim and Tom and Chris and someone-whose-name-I-don't-know. I'd already eaten and stuff, but not in the dining hall, so I got swiped in and had an apple and some soda. The first four are in the volunteerism fraternity-thing (not like a fraternity per se, 'cause it's coed and no drinking, so it's more like a big organization)--Krystal and Kristin are seniors here and Tim and Tom are sophomores, so Krystal and Kristin are "big sisters" to the twins as part of the pledge process rites (they haven't pledged yet), and keep calling them their "littles". Which's funny, inasmuch as Tim and Tom are about six feet tall, probably taller, and neither of the girls go above five-four. But I get it.
They want me to join. And when this play-practice madness is over, I probably will: Evan's in it already, and he and I can do the pledge process together. And Lily, of course, if she wants in.
John got out of choir late, 'cause it was his small-group song being run that made it so that I could get out early. We had to get to honors, and we were never-and-ever going to make it on time, but we had to get across campus, so it was amusing watching John try to eat three tacos at a run. Then we got there, and Jessica's all like, hey, I made some apple crisp and everybody has to have some! (It was good. Very good.)
We did food-poetry (better this time than last time) and I got a rather-untactful wary look from Dr. M when I volunteered to drive people to her house on the 26th (we're making pasta), which, you know, wasn't the greatest self-image boost in the world, but whatever. I will find her house even if I have to scout it out three days in advance.
John and I arrived, therefore, late to play practice, and stayed there 'til about 10:20, when we were let out, and I went back to his dorm, but not to hang around with him: Krystal and I practiced our stuff for "Monster Mash" a bit and tried to figure out costumes and then hung around with Kristin (and, briefly, Tom; also, very briefly, John) and watched the Red Sox lose (bad for Krystal, good for Kristin, noncommittal for me).
Went back, started Kitchen for honors, got some sleep.
Microbio test today; I should start around two, but it might be closer to three. Oh gracious, how is it that I am no more prepared for this test than the last one? I devoted more effort to notes this time, and part of it even deals with my beloved soil, and I still feel like I don't know a thing. Dang.
I don't really want to know what my average is in that class, but I will find out once I'm done with the test.
Play practice tonight, of course, and then sleep, and then I drive home tomorrow.
Between Jaimie, Mandie, Krystal, Kristin, Tom, and maybe Erin, I like the fact that John and Lily and Evan aren't my only friends anymore.
-Laurel
'Cause I woke up early yesterday and couldn't get back to sleep, I lay there for an hour and finally decided the heck with it, I was going to breakfast. So I got myself up and dressed, grabbed my honors book as something to do while I was there, and went.
Only the book never got read, 'cause I ran into Mandie, who was done with breakfast but decided to have some coffee while I had some cereal. So we talked about all sorts of random things, a lot about her; I heard basically a one-minute life story, including a year where she lived in Alaska. She came here partly because of the trees, she said. Alaska is great to be touristy in, but it sucks to live there. She needed some trees. She's actually a junior here, but because she transferred in from "a tiny little community college in Washington state", she's never been here before. I was in the middle of hearing how she got from Alaska to here when she realized she'd be late for work at the library, so we broke that one up, and I went back to bed for a little while.
Got up in time for lunch, sorted though the mass confusion of going to honors versus going to play practice, and sprinted to microbio. Microbio was fun again: we played a game where we "infected" each other and had to figure out who'd started the epidemic. See, we all wore rubber gloves and had a gauze pad soaked in mineral oil, which we proceeded to smear all over our gloves and shake hands with each other. Only one of the gauze pads was tainted with glow-powder, which's only visible under fluorescent light. So after five rounds of hand-shaking, twenty out of the twenty-four of us (including me) ended up infected, and it's our job now to figure out who started the epidemic, given the information of which people everyone shook hands with and given the test results (infected or not) of five people in the class after three rounds of hand-shaking.
This was so fascinating to me that I got my nerd on (okay, so I always have my nerd on, but I thought it sounded funny) and figured out not only who started the epidemic (it's impossible to tell between Chris and Trevor because they shook hands with each other first; one of them had it and gave it to the other), but where each infected person got infected and who they gave it to (I got it from Brian, who'd gotten it from Chris; I gave it to Liz).
Incidentally, however, I found out while talking to Becky, prior to microbio, that I was not allowed out of tonight's play practice. Thus it is that I'm sitting here instead of finishing my online microbio test so I can drive home.
So anyway, I got back, played some DDR, got some dinner at the sub shop with Lily (hm, I still owe her $4...), then went to choir. Choir was pretty decent, though that circle-thing I've been wanting to try for "Triste Depart", the one like from choir at school where we're mixed-parts? Yeah, we tried that, and we kind of sucked. ::laughs:: I definitely include myself in that one, 'cause it's hard to hear the altos you're supposed to be following (for that one I'm a second soprano, remember, but we're supposed to follow the altos for a lot of the song) when you've got basses on both sides. Like in choir at home, that was never a problem, but in choir at home, the area was smaller; here we were spread all round this big room. I got lost a lot.
We also had an interesting time running "Monster Mash", 'cause it would help if narrator-Chris would remember where he's going with the song. But we assigned "parts" last night, and in addition to the slab, the four of us are also the Crypt Kicker Five, which means we've got to coordinate our semi-Rockette thing we've got going there, 'cause right now when I say semi-, I mean **semi**-. ::laughs a bit:: We need some help. ...John and Jaimie are zombies. Shaminda makes a hysterical Igor, and Lindsay a good Dracula. It'll be fun; we just have to get it together.
I got let out of choir early and ended up going to dinner with Krystal ('cause it turns out that's how her name's spelled) and Kristin, Tim and Tom and Chris and someone-whose-name-I-don't-know. I'd already eaten and stuff, but not in the dining hall, so I got swiped in and had an apple and some soda. The first four are in the volunteerism fraternity-thing (not like a fraternity per se, 'cause it's coed and no drinking, so it's more like a big organization)--Krystal and Kristin are seniors here and Tim and Tom are sophomores, so Krystal and Kristin are "big sisters" to the twins as part of the pledge process rites (they haven't pledged yet), and keep calling them their "littles". Which's funny, inasmuch as Tim and Tom are about six feet tall, probably taller, and neither of the girls go above five-four. But I get it.
They want me to join. And when this play-practice madness is over, I probably will: Evan's in it already, and he and I can do the pledge process together. And Lily, of course, if she wants in.
John got out of choir late, 'cause it was his small-group song being run that made it so that I could get out early. We had to get to honors, and we were never-and-ever going to make it on time, but we had to get across campus, so it was amusing watching John try to eat three tacos at a run. Then we got there, and Jessica's all like, hey, I made some apple crisp and everybody has to have some! (It was good. Very good.)
We did food-poetry (better this time than last time) and I got a rather-untactful wary look from Dr. M when I volunteered to drive people to her house on the 26th (we're making pasta), which, you know, wasn't the greatest self-image boost in the world, but whatever. I will find her house even if I have to scout it out three days in advance.
John and I arrived, therefore, late to play practice, and stayed there 'til about 10:20, when we were let out, and I went back to his dorm, but not to hang around with him: Krystal and I practiced our stuff for "Monster Mash" a bit and tried to figure out costumes and then hung around with Kristin (and, briefly, Tom; also, very briefly, John) and watched the Red Sox lose (bad for Krystal, good for Kristin, noncommittal for me).
Went back, started Kitchen for honors, got some sleep.
Microbio test today; I should start around two, but it might be closer to three. Oh gracious, how is it that I am no more prepared for this test than the last one? I devoted more effort to notes this time, and part of it even deals with my beloved soil, and I still feel like I don't know a thing. Dang.
I don't really want to know what my average is in that class, but I will find out once I'm done with the test.
Play practice tonight, of course, and then sleep, and then I drive home tomorrow.
Between Jaimie, Mandie, Krystal, Kristin, Tom, and maybe Erin, I like the fact that John and Lily and Evan aren't my only friends anymore.
-Laurel
10.16.2003
Today was pretty decent: windy, and that was cool (except that it was also rainy and I forgot my jacket going to Spanish class); Spanish wasn't bad, lunch was pretty good, microbio wasn't bad, played some DDR, took a nap, had some dinner, got to talk to Glenn (on the phone!), had practice. Got a break in the middle and went with Lily and Jaimie for hot cider (which I later dropped all over the floor outside the theater, but that's another story). Which tasted wonderful, but it got us back a little late and I was supposed to be onstage.
This makes me paranoid 'cause I'm trying to be Bright and Perfect Child for Becky so she'll let me out of Friday's practice. Because of the amount of work we have to do, however, this is looking less and less likely.
But if I am stranded here until Saturday, that will at least give me more time for the microbio test...and also for DDR.
Mandie is my fellow policeman in the play. She's fun. I don't know if she's a freshman or a soph. It was funny when Shaminda started laughing at us in rehearsal, 'cause we snapped to attention when he said "jail" and he thought it looked funny; he imitated us and then he burst out laughing when he was supposed to be giving his line.
And I like Lindsay--she's very tall and skinny and big-eared, affectionately nicknamed "Muppet". She's a senior, I think, and already I think I'm going to miss her when she's gone. It's cool that she knows my name. (::snorts:: Prolly from choir when I "battled" Luanne.) ...She told me work it last night, and even though it bugs me how much the theater people say that, it was nice to be included in that, 'cause they all say it to each other, it's their catch phrase.
::sighs:: I am a ruddy child, so concerned with what the big kids think of me.
But I have successfully avoided drinking thus far. Not that I was worried or anything, but like, none of my friends've gone after me about it, and most don't do it themselves, and that's a good thing. I feel weird, though, people talk here about being drunk, being high, without a second thought, with neither a blush nor a glance around. I suppose I'll be dealing with that all my life, 'cause I can't see myself drinking, it's just disgusting, I don't even like the stuff, not even in cooking.
...I feel like a butt-kisser with the college journal: there's so much I don't dare say.
Anyway, here's hoping to get out of practice on Friday, here's celebrating DDR, and here's best wishes to Bunny's family, that the twins don't get sick; I read your lj...
...Kevin L. declared this Official Sleep Early Day, but so much for that. 'least I don't have to get up tomorrow 'til 11 or so.
-Laurel
This makes me paranoid 'cause I'm trying to be Bright and Perfect Child for Becky so she'll let me out of Friday's practice. Because of the amount of work we have to do, however, this is looking less and less likely.
But if I am stranded here until Saturday, that will at least give me more time for the microbio test...and also for DDR.
Mandie is my fellow policeman in the play. She's fun. I don't know if she's a freshman or a soph. It was funny when Shaminda started laughing at us in rehearsal, 'cause we snapped to attention when he said "jail" and he thought it looked funny; he imitated us and then he burst out laughing when he was supposed to be giving his line.
And I like Lindsay--she's very tall and skinny and big-eared, affectionately nicknamed "Muppet". She's a senior, I think, and already I think I'm going to miss her when she's gone. It's cool that she knows my name. (::snorts:: Prolly from choir when I "battled" Luanne.) ...She told me work it last night, and even though it bugs me how much the theater people say that, it was nice to be included in that, 'cause they all say it to each other, it's their catch phrase.
::sighs:: I am a ruddy child, so concerned with what the big kids think of me.
But I have successfully avoided drinking thus far. Not that I was worried or anything, but like, none of my friends've gone after me about it, and most don't do it themselves, and that's a good thing. I feel weird, though, people talk here about being drunk, being high, without a second thought, with neither a blush nor a glance around. I suppose I'll be dealing with that all my life, 'cause I can't see myself drinking, it's just disgusting, I don't even like the stuff, not even in cooking.
...I feel like a butt-kisser with the college journal: there's so much I don't dare say.
Anyway, here's hoping to get out of practice on Friday, here's celebrating DDR, and here's best wishes to Bunny's family, that the twins don't get sick; I read your lj...
...Kevin L. declared this Official Sleep Early Day, but so much for that. 'least I don't have to get up tomorrow 'til 11 or so.
-Laurel
10.15.2003
::laughs:: Right, so I can tell the twins apart now. Tom is the one I folk-danced with, John's RA, the one I'm going to teach DDR to. And his friend is Crystal, the one from John's dorm who knew me 'cause of the applesauce.
But perhaps I'd better start at the beginning.
Our DDR pads came in the mail today, so I spent an absolutely joyous time period (somewhere between half an hour and 45 minutes) jumping and stepping and passing and failing. No AAs yet, though I did get a few As, mostly on four-footers and five-footers. I failed Sandstorm (either six or seven feet, I don't remember which), but I was doing very well until the point of failure. Also found, via Bemanistyle, the best mix of the Strong Bad "fhqwhgads" song of the three I've ever seen. [The good one, in case you're wondering, is called "Everybody to the Limit (Come On Fhqwhgads)", as opposed to "Everybody to the Limit (Fhqwhgads)" and simply "Fhqwhgads". The background is kinda weird, but the steps are excellent. Okay, back to whatever semblance of reality I have.]
Was so sticky and disgusting afterwards that I decided to take a shower again, which I did--during part of which I could hear U2's "Achtung Baby", which made me very happy, 'cause one of the art students was doing her homework in the common room and blasting it at an estimated 300 decibels so that it reached all the way to the showers. If it had been almost any other mainstream band, I would not have been so thrilled, but as it was, I stopped by (before the shower) to tell her I liked the music. I wonder who she is and if she likes all of their stuff.
So anyway, after the shower and a single slice of cafe pizza (which is delicious, but I haven't the money to do this all semester when my schedule gets down to the wire), I went to choir, which was fun. I helped Jaimie out with the music as much as I could, though when we got to "Triste Depart" I had to switch over to second soprano.
...I hope I actually sounded as good on that as I think I did, 'cause it would suck if I thought I was good and really sucked.
Oh, and I've been put into a small-group song (don't get excited; so was the majority of the choir, there're several of these songs): "Au Joli, Joli Jeu", or whatever it's called (okay, get a little excited; my group is smaller than some of them, there're only two of us altos in it, and I'm the only high one, 'cause sometimes Tiff, the other one, sings tenor).
And then we ran "Monster Mash", and I am playing part of the slab that the monster rises from. I begin the song on my hands and knees, along with Bert and Chris and the aforementioned Crystal, and the monster (whose real name I have forgotten) lies across the "slab" we make with our backs while other-Chris narrates. He gets off and starts doing the mash, and we have to follow suit (well, so does everybody). ...It's interesting trying to do a stomp-clap-clap while on your hands and knees: you need to keep your knees at a vertical parallel for the table effect, but then if you lift your hands to clap, you fall forward. Not that I did; I cheated and angled my knees. But I have decided that, whatever my costume is for this performance (we're supposed to come as monsters), it needs to be durable. And it needs to be long enough.
It was in choir that I learned to tell Tim and Tom apart, 'cause Crystal called Tom's name and he looked up. It was Tom who had the Envirothon shirt that day. I spent about a minute trying to find a good way to tell them apart, and it isn't so easy, but I think that Tim's face is just a little thinner, and I saw ever-so-slight differences in their haircuts, so I figured I was okay.
I could have gone to Bible study, but I didn't figure a single slice of pizza would get me from 5-11, so I ate a bit of a "second dinner" with Erin, which was fun as usual. By the time I left, it was windy and rainy, and I was not in a jacket, so when I got to the campus center, I figured I'd take the route through that to get to the hill by my dorm, so I could warm my chilling arms (somehow my hands did not start itching, but I am still not sure how).
That turned out completely differently from anything I expected, because when I paused on the top floor (near the door leading to the hill) to get a drink, I happened to glance into this one big room containing a very eclectic group of people holding hands. It looked like one of those leadership things that Lily had gone to, so I slowed and stared in ever so briefly in wonderment--
--and Tom, from all the way across it, somehow recognized me and called to me. "Laurel! Come dance with us!"
I went to the door, intrigued. "What're you doing?"
"We're folk dancing!"
I think my eyebrows shot up about an inch. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Come on!"
I didn't, not right away: their song started and I hung onto the doorframe, peeking in, fascinated but uneasy, and watched them go in a circle, stepping and turning, wondering if Tom would feel bad if he looked up at the end and I was gone.
The song ended, and I was still there: Tom crossed the room at a run (how to describe him? Sophomore, tall and long-legged, bespectacled, very short hair, in shorts and sandals even on this October night). "C'mon, please, just for a little while."
"Okay, you realize I'm only doing this because it beats walking back to my dorm in the cold and wind," I said, though I didn't really mean it, slinging my rain-darkened bookbag over a chair, and later taking my sneakers off when I realized that most people were in socks or barefoot.
There were all sorts of random people there. Tim wasn't there (so it's going to be a lot easier to tell him from Tom, 'cause it's Tom I saw for all this time tonight), but our accompanist for chorus was, and so were friends of Tom's (a couple of whom I feel like I should know from somewhere, but I'm not sure where), and so was this other lady, this guy who was really good and taught some of them (Otto, I think his name was), and a bunch of kids, mostly children of the adults there.
So for the next--oh goodness, it must have been an hour at least, and it might have been more--we did folk-dancing. ::laughs:: I'm not very good, but I suppose that's to be expected. ::laughs again:: One of the only ones I got really well was a warm-up dance, this one that you do in lines. You run to the right, do these step-things, then you run to the left--all while holding hands on both sides. Tom led the line to the left and I was next to him, and he took us all these random places, down the aisles and through the chairs and around the circle of uncarpeted dance floor, swinging us around so fast that the hand of the girl on my other side would slip out from mine, and they'd run to catch up, and Tom, oblivious, would take me along with him--except the once, he'd already lost the rest of our group, and then he turned in such a way that our hands, greased with sweat by that time, slid apart on the turn, and I went flying from his running-momentum, stumbling and flailing my arms for balance, stopping just short of crashing into the floor-length window. He burst out laughing and so did I--"see? This is fun!"
So we got talking, and I am going to teach him DDR, 'cause he doesn't know it. That will be fun, too.
But ruddy crud, their folk dance group goes from seven-thirty to ten-thirty. I left at ten to nine 'cause I had rehearsal at nine-fifteen and I had to go back for my coat and things. Tom was all like, you're coming back, right?--but I can't, not most of the time; I've already got Bible study and trivia going on, that's a long-standing commitment and it was only dinner and rehearsal flukiness that kept me away tonight.
...but it really was pretty fun.
More another day or night.
-Laurel
But perhaps I'd better start at the beginning.
Our DDR pads came in the mail today, so I spent an absolutely joyous time period (somewhere between half an hour and 45 minutes) jumping and stepping and passing and failing. No AAs yet, though I did get a few As, mostly on four-footers and five-footers. I failed Sandstorm (either six or seven feet, I don't remember which), but I was doing very well until the point of failure. Also found, via Bemanistyle, the best mix of the Strong Bad "fhqwhgads" song of the three I've ever seen. [The good one, in case you're wondering, is called "Everybody to the Limit (Come On Fhqwhgads)", as opposed to "Everybody to the Limit (Fhqwhgads)" and simply "Fhqwhgads". The background is kinda weird, but the steps are excellent. Okay, back to whatever semblance of reality I have.]
Was so sticky and disgusting afterwards that I decided to take a shower again, which I did--during part of which I could hear U2's "Achtung Baby", which made me very happy, 'cause one of the art students was doing her homework in the common room and blasting it at an estimated 300 decibels so that it reached all the way to the showers. If it had been almost any other mainstream band, I would not have been so thrilled, but as it was, I stopped by (before the shower) to tell her I liked the music. I wonder who she is and if she likes all of their stuff.
So anyway, after the shower and a single slice of cafe pizza (which is delicious, but I haven't the money to do this all semester when my schedule gets down to the wire), I went to choir, which was fun. I helped Jaimie out with the music as much as I could, though when we got to "Triste Depart" I had to switch over to second soprano.
...I hope I actually sounded as good on that as I think I did, 'cause it would suck if I thought I was good and really sucked.
Oh, and I've been put into a small-group song (don't get excited; so was the majority of the choir, there're several of these songs): "Au Joli, Joli Jeu", or whatever it's called (okay, get a little excited; my group is smaller than some of them, there're only two of us altos in it, and I'm the only high one, 'cause sometimes Tiff, the other one, sings tenor).
And then we ran "Monster Mash", and I am playing part of the slab that the monster rises from. I begin the song on my hands and knees, along with Bert and Chris and the aforementioned Crystal, and the monster (whose real name I have forgotten) lies across the "slab" we make with our backs while other-Chris narrates. He gets off and starts doing the mash, and we have to follow suit (well, so does everybody). ...It's interesting trying to do a stomp-clap-clap while on your hands and knees: you need to keep your knees at a vertical parallel for the table effect, but then if you lift your hands to clap, you fall forward. Not that I did; I cheated and angled my knees. But I have decided that, whatever my costume is for this performance (we're supposed to come as monsters), it needs to be durable. And it needs to be long enough.
It was in choir that I learned to tell Tim and Tom apart, 'cause Crystal called Tom's name and he looked up. It was Tom who had the Envirothon shirt that day. I spent about a minute trying to find a good way to tell them apart, and it isn't so easy, but I think that Tim's face is just a little thinner, and I saw ever-so-slight differences in their haircuts, so I figured I was okay.
I could have gone to Bible study, but I didn't figure a single slice of pizza would get me from 5-11, so I ate a bit of a "second dinner" with Erin, which was fun as usual. By the time I left, it was windy and rainy, and I was not in a jacket, so when I got to the campus center, I figured I'd take the route through that to get to the hill by my dorm, so I could warm my chilling arms (somehow my hands did not start itching, but I am still not sure how).
That turned out completely differently from anything I expected, because when I paused on the top floor (near the door leading to the hill) to get a drink, I happened to glance into this one big room containing a very eclectic group of people holding hands. It looked like one of those leadership things that Lily had gone to, so I slowed and stared in ever so briefly in wonderment--
--and Tom, from all the way across it, somehow recognized me and called to me. "Laurel! Come dance with us!"
I went to the door, intrigued. "What're you doing?"
"We're folk dancing!"
I think my eyebrows shot up about an inch. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Come on!"
I didn't, not right away: their song started and I hung onto the doorframe, peeking in, fascinated but uneasy, and watched them go in a circle, stepping and turning, wondering if Tom would feel bad if he looked up at the end and I was gone.
The song ended, and I was still there: Tom crossed the room at a run (how to describe him? Sophomore, tall and long-legged, bespectacled, very short hair, in shorts and sandals even on this October night). "C'mon, please, just for a little while."
"Okay, you realize I'm only doing this because it beats walking back to my dorm in the cold and wind," I said, though I didn't really mean it, slinging my rain-darkened bookbag over a chair, and later taking my sneakers off when I realized that most people were in socks or barefoot.
There were all sorts of random people there. Tim wasn't there (so it's going to be a lot easier to tell him from Tom, 'cause it's Tom I saw for all this time tonight), but our accompanist for chorus was, and so were friends of Tom's (a couple of whom I feel like I should know from somewhere, but I'm not sure where), and so was this other lady, this guy who was really good and taught some of them (Otto, I think his name was), and a bunch of kids, mostly children of the adults there.
So for the next--oh goodness, it must have been an hour at least, and it might have been more--we did folk-dancing. ::laughs:: I'm not very good, but I suppose that's to be expected. ::laughs again:: One of the only ones I got really well was a warm-up dance, this one that you do in lines. You run to the right, do these step-things, then you run to the left--all while holding hands on both sides. Tom led the line to the left and I was next to him, and he took us all these random places, down the aisles and through the chairs and around the circle of uncarpeted dance floor, swinging us around so fast that the hand of the girl on my other side would slip out from mine, and they'd run to catch up, and Tom, oblivious, would take me along with him--except the once, he'd already lost the rest of our group, and then he turned in such a way that our hands, greased with sweat by that time, slid apart on the turn, and I went flying from his running-momentum, stumbling and flailing my arms for balance, stopping just short of crashing into the floor-length window. He burst out laughing and so did I--"see? This is fun!"
So we got talking, and I am going to teach him DDR, 'cause he doesn't know it. That will be fun, too.
But ruddy crud, their folk dance group goes from seven-thirty to ten-thirty. I left at ten to nine 'cause I had rehearsal at nine-fifteen and I had to go back for my coat and things. Tom was all like, you're coming back, right?--but I can't, not most of the time; I've already got Bible study and trivia going on, that's a long-standing commitment and it was only dinner and rehearsal flukiness that kept me away tonight.
...but it really was pretty fun.
More another day or night.
-Laurel
10.14.2003
Well, I've bounced back from whatever randomness that was, so I'm back to my regularly-scheduled insanity.
So far today I've done a five-minute (sort of) presentation in Spanish about John Lennon's quote, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans", and my class got into this discussion about this other quote about dreams being bigger than reality.
I think the two aren't mutually exclusive, dreams and reality--the one can become the other. Emily, this sophomore in my class that I usually agree with, thinks that your dreams should fit your reality, shouldn't be bigger--but I don't really go along with that. Who are you to say what your reality is? If we knew that, we'd be gods. I do agree with making the "other plans" that life is supposed to interrupt, but they should be made, I guess, with the idea that they might be interrupted.
::listening to Jars of Clay's song "Everything in Between" (Prince of Egypt soundtrack originally, before you ask, 'Nanda; for me, off my KaZaA Mix 2 CD), 'cause I'm getting those vibes anyway::
Anyway, maybe our DDR pads have come today; we haven't checked yet.
This place is so pretty in the fall. Like seriously, I've never been this enamored with the season. The trees are all these lovely colors, especially the hills--oh gosh, the hills when I'm driving to Wegmans, if I could stop the car in the middle of the road and take a picture, I would--and there're more leaves than you can count on the ground--the wind was blowing them in my face this morning as I walked to lunch...lovely. At least in the daytime. At night it's a little creepier, more Halloween-like.
I still want to get a rake and make big leaf-piles and jump in them, or have a campfire, burning leaves and sticks--yeah, it'd be a hard fire to feed, but it'd smell so good...
::laughs:: I keep thinking about that part in Screwtape Letters where the demons bemoan that young humans won't apply themselves to worldly advancement because they're so easily moved to reverence--the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon...
...anyway, I'll be home this weekend. At some point, whether B-for-Becky decides to let me out of rehearsal or not.
-Laurel
So far today I've done a five-minute (sort of) presentation in Spanish about John Lennon's quote, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans", and my class got into this discussion about this other quote about dreams being bigger than reality.
I think the two aren't mutually exclusive, dreams and reality--the one can become the other. Emily, this sophomore in my class that I usually agree with, thinks that your dreams should fit your reality, shouldn't be bigger--but I don't really go along with that. Who are you to say what your reality is? If we knew that, we'd be gods. I do agree with making the "other plans" that life is supposed to interrupt, but they should be made, I guess, with the idea that they might be interrupted.
::listening to Jars of Clay's song "Everything in Between" (Prince of Egypt soundtrack originally, before you ask, 'Nanda; for me, off my KaZaA Mix 2 CD), 'cause I'm getting those vibes anyway::
Anyway, maybe our DDR pads have come today; we haven't checked yet.
This place is so pretty in the fall. Like seriously, I've never been this enamored with the season. The trees are all these lovely colors, especially the hills--oh gosh, the hills when I'm driving to Wegmans, if I could stop the car in the middle of the road and take a picture, I would--and there're more leaves than you can count on the ground--the wind was blowing them in my face this morning as I walked to lunch...lovely. At least in the daytime. At night it's a little creepier, more Halloween-like.
I still want to get a rake and make big leaf-piles and jump in them, or have a campfire, burning leaves and sticks--yeah, it'd be a hard fire to feed, but it'd smell so good...
::laughs:: I keep thinking about that part in Screwtape Letters where the demons bemoan that young humans won't apply themselves to worldly advancement because they're so easily moved to reverence--the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon...
...anyway, I'll be home this weekend. At some point, whether B-for-Becky decides to let me out of rehearsal or not.
-Laurel
10.13.2003
Hm. After being half an inch above the ground for almost exactly a week, for reasons hard to explain (even to myself), my mood has taken a sudden drop, also for reasons hard to explain.
It's probably at least partially to do with the fact that I have about an hour of Spanish homework in front of me that I'm putting off.
Probably also that my AIM is down but I can tell from Lily's that people aren't on, certain people I have tried to get in voice contact with all day and was unsuccessful. Oh well.
Right, so Lily and I were so bored last night that we started mapping out what we want to take next semester, not that we're even halfway done with this semester or anything. So I'm going to be a psychofreak and take 18 credits' worth of classes (as opposed to the 12 this semester), plus chorus plus choir plus Fiddler on the Roof, even if Becky and Steven cast me as Sprintze or Bielke or another random townsperson with a single line.
'Cause oh yeah, Becky attempted to give my only line away during rehearsal tonight. ::snorts:: Though, to be fair, it was out of absentmindedness and not spite.
Oh, and last entry for now in the depressing-love-stuff files: about all those people who go and date other people while they have boyfriends or girlfriends already? Add another one, one of my chorus friends, whose boyfriend will be in the Army for two years, during which she will see him for Christmas and they will kiss and stuff, but in the meantime she will go out with other people.
...like it would suck to be the guy she's dating, unless he knows that he's only temporary, in which case it would suck to be my chorus-friend, 'cause that means he only wants her as someone to make out with.
Anyway, on to other matters: for anyone who cares, if at all possible I will be taking the following next semester:
*Survey of British/American Lit (depending on which they offer and which Lily's taking) - Lily and I have decided that we need a class together, and this'n's as good as any, especially considering that we need one or the other to get to 300-level courses later.
*Acting I - 'Cause I can't get enough of journal-writing and "Singin' in the Rain". ::laughs:: No, mostly because I promised myself last year that I would get into this class eventually. I do like very much to act. And it would help if I got some formal training so I could, you know, rise above mediocre.
*Psych Methods/Statistics - Required for psych minors anyway, and doubles as math credit. How can I lose?
*Spanish IV - The logical step for a Spanish minor (yes, I'm still considering the whole double-minor thing). What frightens me is that I'll probably actually have to devote more than ten minutes a day to homework for this class. But I suppose I have to get some discipline eventually.
I still need, for general education, another science couse (though this one doesn't need a lab), a philosophy-type course, and a physical education course. Those will have to wait until sophomore year.
Darn the necessity of choosing a major and sticking to it. Getting an English degree still scares me because there are basically only two main things you can do with one that are not office jobs: 1) write 2) teach. Neither of which particularly throw me at the moment.
I like chorus and choir better all the time, and I had one of those fleeting moments tonight where I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could be happy being a choir teacher, 'cause like music really always has been a good experience for me.
But that would require, unfortunately, more music talent than I possess. Plus a penchant for aural theory, which I definitely do not have.
Besides, a life without books? Where's the fun in that?
I miss everybody again. All my classes on Friday got canceled, so Becky better let me the heck out of rehearsal so I can go home. She said to talk to her on Thursday; she was thinking about it. Dang it, Lily got out with no trouble at all; how come I have to jump through hoops?
Now I'm just bitter and dumb. I'm doing something else.
-Laurel
It's probably at least partially to do with the fact that I have about an hour of Spanish homework in front of me that I'm putting off.
Probably also that my AIM is down but I can tell from Lily's that people aren't on, certain people I have tried to get in voice contact with all day and was unsuccessful. Oh well.
Right, so Lily and I were so bored last night that we started mapping out what we want to take next semester, not that we're even halfway done with this semester or anything. So I'm going to be a psychofreak and take 18 credits' worth of classes (as opposed to the 12 this semester), plus chorus plus choir plus Fiddler on the Roof, even if Becky and Steven cast me as Sprintze or Bielke or another random townsperson with a single line.
'Cause oh yeah, Becky attempted to give my only line away during rehearsal tonight. ::snorts:: Though, to be fair, it was out of absentmindedness and not spite.
Oh, and last entry for now in the depressing-love-stuff files: about all those people who go and date other people while they have boyfriends or girlfriends already? Add another one, one of my chorus friends, whose boyfriend will be in the Army for two years, during which she will see him for Christmas and they will kiss and stuff, but in the meantime she will go out with other people.
...like it would suck to be the guy she's dating, unless he knows that he's only temporary, in which case it would suck to be my chorus-friend, 'cause that means he only wants her as someone to make out with.
Anyway, on to other matters: for anyone who cares, if at all possible I will be taking the following next semester:
*Survey of British/American Lit (depending on which they offer and which Lily's taking) - Lily and I have decided that we need a class together, and this'n's as good as any, especially considering that we need one or the other to get to 300-level courses later.
*Acting I - 'Cause I can't get enough of journal-writing and "Singin' in the Rain". ::laughs:: No, mostly because I promised myself last year that I would get into this class eventually. I do like very much to act. And it would help if I got some formal training so I could, you know, rise above mediocre.
*Psych Methods/Statistics - Required for psych minors anyway, and doubles as math credit. How can I lose?
*Spanish IV - The logical step for a Spanish minor (yes, I'm still considering the whole double-minor thing). What frightens me is that I'll probably actually have to devote more than ten minutes a day to homework for this class. But I suppose I have to get some discipline eventually.
I still need, for general education, another science couse (though this one doesn't need a lab), a philosophy-type course, and a physical education course. Those will have to wait until sophomore year.
Darn the necessity of choosing a major and sticking to it. Getting an English degree still scares me because there are basically only two main things you can do with one that are not office jobs: 1) write 2) teach. Neither of which particularly throw me at the moment.
I like chorus and choir better all the time, and I had one of those fleeting moments tonight where I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could be happy being a choir teacher, 'cause like music really always has been a good experience for me.
But that would require, unfortunately, more music talent than I possess. Plus a penchant for aural theory, which I definitely do not have.
Besides, a life without books? Where's the fun in that?
I miss everybody again. All my classes on Friday got canceled, so Becky better let me the heck out of rehearsal so I can go home. She said to talk to her on Thursday; she was thinking about it. Dang it, Lily got out with no trouble at all; how come I have to jump through hoops?
Now I'm just bitter and dumb. I'm doing something else.
-Laurel
10.12.2003
mmph. last night was not a good night to sleep.
I didn't get to sleep until almost two, which would have been fine in theory if not for 3:05.
3:05 was when I woke up to a screaming crying obscenity-laced shouting sobbing megafight going on next door, this girl and her boyfriend, apparently named Chris, who apparently cheated on her with some girl, which I know because everything was fully audible through my wall, which is not what you'd call thick, and the girl next door (name withheld) was not what you'd call quiet. This fight, I'm entirely serious, went on until six in the morning. Or at least I think it was then, 'cause I fell back asleep around 6:05, and it was finally quiet then, but had just gotten so.
Like I really kinda felt bad for her, I wished I could make her some coffee or something. I couldn't just tell the RA, 'cause like, I don't know, it's one thing if someone's blasting music, it's another if they've been nailed by their boyfriend and are having an argument over it. She lives next door, but I barely even know her; I'd rather not have that be the beginning of our knowing each other.
I hate how when people fight over the phone, they keep going back to the same argument over and over and over. It's like ohhhhhhh ruddy crud, please don't make me hear the same awful things over and over again, settle it while it's the topic and then move on and if you can't then hang up the ruddy phone okay people please?
...though that's in theory. In reality, the girl kept hanging up, the guy kept calling back. Which must have been what she wanted, else she wouldn't have kept answering it.
You know what else I hate? How I hear this out of like everybody, that their boyfriend cheated on them or broke up with them or was hitting on some other girl or whatever-and-ever-and-ever. I have to count my examples on both hands. And what's worse are when the people don't even know they're being cheated on, or don't know that who they're going out with was going out with somebody else and...and...and...
...and I need some sleep or something, 'cause I woke up at ten and that's only four hours plus whatever I got before.
On the other hand, though, this's the kind of thing that would usually have me hating it here and dying to go home or go anywhere, to get out of this wretched place...but last night that didn't happen, I looked around my room and was glad it was Lily's and mine, and that if I had to be up this late listening to something that had me more scared than annoyed, at least it was here, where Lily was, and only a few stairs away from where Evan would be if he wasn't at home, and closeish to where John was. The only better place would be home. And I'll be there next weekend.
On a much happier note overall: thanks to 'Nanda and Megs--binary rocks.
-Laurel
I didn't get to sleep until almost two, which would have been fine in theory if not for 3:05.
3:05 was when I woke up to a screaming crying obscenity-laced shouting sobbing megafight going on next door, this girl and her boyfriend, apparently named Chris, who apparently cheated on her with some girl, which I know because everything was fully audible through my wall, which is not what you'd call thick, and the girl next door (name withheld) was not what you'd call quiet. This fight, I'm entirely serious, went on until six in the morning. Or at least I think it was then, 'cause I fell back asleep around 6:05, and it was finally quiet then, but had just gotten so.
Like I really kinda felt bad for her, I wished I could make her some coffee or something. I couldn't just tell the RA, 'cause like, I don't know, it's one thing if someone's blasting music, it's another if they've been nailed by their boyfriend and are having an argument over it. She lives next door, but I barely even know her; I'd rather not have that be the beginning of our knowing each other.
I hate how when people fight over the phone, they keep going back to the same argument over and over and over. It's like ohhhhhhh ruddy crud, please don't make me hear the same awful things over and over again, settle it while it's the topic and then move on and if you can't then hang up the ruddy phone okay people please?
...though that's in theory. In reality, the girl kept hanging up, the guy kept calling back. Which must have been what she wanted, else she wouldn't have kept answering it.
You know what else I hate? How I hear this out of like everybody, that their boyfriend cheated on them or broke up with them or was hitting on some other girl or whatever-and-ever-and-ever. I have to count my examples on both hands. And what's worse are when the people don't even know they're being cheated on, or don't know that who they're going out with was going out with somebody else and...and...and...
...and I need some sleep or something, 'cause I woke up at ten and that's only four hours plus whatever I got before.
On the other hand, though, this's the kind of thing that would usually have me hating it here and dying to go home or go anywhere, to get out of this wretched place...but last night that didn't happen, I looked around my room and was glad it was Lily's and mine, and that if I had to be up this late listening to something that had me more scared than annoyed, at least it was here, where Lily was, and only a few stairs away from where Evan would be if he wasn't at home, and closeish to where John was. The only better place would be home. And I'll be there next weekend.
On a much happier note overall: thanks to 'Nanda and Megs--binary rocks.
-Laurel
10.10.2003
And one last random note, 'cause I can't seem to stop talking:
One of the sophomore twins from choir, Tim or Tom, I can't remember which...
...was wearing an Envirothon T-shirt today. And so was I.
It's National Depression Day, which meant screening, and I wasn't about to be screened, but as I got out of lunch, the twins were by the table looking at the free highlighters and the candy, and I could read the sponsor acknowledgements on the back, Canon and stuff, and I took a guess at what might be on the front...
"Turn around," I said, tapping whichever twin it was lightly, intrigued.
He did so. I looked at his shirt: Envirothon 2002. He looked at mine: Envirothon 2003.
And we both burst out laughing, 'cause first of all, it was great, and secondly, both of them have VeggieTales shirts and so do I; we'd already got talking about that when I wore mine to choir one Thursday--that was how I met them. So he asked me a bit about Envirothon, we talked a bit, started laughing again, and I went.
They're friends with the girl in choir who, on the VeggieTales-shirt-discussion day, started it all by having Tim and Tom look at my shirt. She remembered me 'cause she was the night watchperson for John's dorm, where he and I'd been making applesauce and scenting the entire hall just the night before.
...It'd be cool to get to know all three of them better. Though for now I'd be content with telling Tim and Tom apart.
-Laurel
One of the sophomore twins from choir, Tim or Tom, I can't remember which...
...was wearing an Envirothon T-shirt today. And so was I.
It's National Depression Day, which meant screening, and I wasn't about to be screened, but as I got out of lunch, the twins were by the table looking at the free highlighters and the candy, and I could read the sponsor acknowledgements on the back, Canon and stuff, and I took a guess at what might be on the front...
"Turn around," I said, tapping whichever twin it was lightly, intrigued.
He did so. I looked at his shirt: Envirothon 2002. He looked at mine: Envirothon 2003.
And we both burst out laughing, 'cause first of all, it was great, and secondly, both of them have VeggieTales shirts and so do I; we'd already got talking about that when I wore mine to choir one Thursday--that was how I met them. So he asked me a bit about Envirothon, we talked a bit, started laughing again, and I went.
They're friends with the girl in choir who, on the VeggieTales-shirt-discussion day, started it all by having Tim and Tom look at my shirt. She remembered me 'cause she was the night watchperson for John's dorm, where he and I'd been making applesauce and scenting the entire hall just the night before.
...It'd be cool to get to know all three of them better. Though for now I'd be content with telling Tim and Tom apart.
-Laurel
Oh, and I never did do any cooking, 'cause I thought Chase was going to be here tonight and I'd be more or less by myself, but that wasn't the case; he comes tomorrow.
You know what sounds excellent right now? A peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.
Unfortunately, I possess neither peanut butter nor jelly. ::laughs::
I don't know what you used to talk about, 'Nanda: college makes me starving. I am so hungry all the stinking time, and Lily is, too.
'Course, we've got a lot more hills around here, and I'm crossing campus a dozen times a week (averaging out to just under twice a day, which makes sense as one trip to Miller and one trip back, which right now is about right) between chorus and choir and honors and play practice, and Lily does it for acting class and play practice. So yeah. ::laughs a bit:: 'Cause that's just lengthwise, I take it crosswise even more often...
It's been a good week. Though Thanksgiving break still seems ridiculously far away. Yay for going home again next weekend, whenever I can get the heck out of play practice.
-Laurel
You know what sounds excellent right now? A peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.
Unfortunately, I possess neither peanut butter nor jelly. ::laughs::
I don't know what you used to talk about, 'Nanda: college makes me starving. I am so hungry all the stinking time, and Lily is, too.
'Course, we've got a lot more hills around here, and I'm crossing campus a dozen times a week (averaging out to just under twice a day, which makes sense as one trip to Miller and one trip back, which right now is about right) between chorus and choir and honors and play practice, and Lily does it for acting class and play practice. So yeah. ::laughs a bit:: 'Cause that's just lengthwise, I take it crosswise even more often...
It's been a good week. Though Thanksgiving break still seems ridiculously far away. Yay for going home again next weekend, whenever I can get the heck out of play practice.
-Laurel
There, hopefully my two computer viruses are now eradicated and my system is updated well enough to head off future invasions.
This means I can access Google now. Some new-type virus I got (discovered September 26th; patch created only a week ago!) was screwing that one up.
Unfortunately, my XP windows are still pink on the inside and I can't figure out why, and it won't let me change them. So I'm presently back on Windows-Classic-style windows and buttons, if only to get rid of that annoying pale-salmon tinge.
But it looks ugly...::looks perplexed::...what could be wrong?
Oh well.
-Laurel
This means I can access Google now. Some new-type virus I got (discovered September 26th; patch created only a week ago!) was screwing that one up.
Unfortunately, my XP windows are still pink on the inside and I can't figure out why, and it won't let me change them. So I'm presently back on Windows-Classic-style windows and buttons, if only to get rid of that annoying pale-salmon tinge.
But it looks ugly...::looks perplexed::...what could be wrong?
Oh well.
-Laurel
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::looks somewhat amused, yet somewhat taken aback:: You know what's odd to think? This is a lot of what I've been like here. As far as I can guess, this is exactly how John would describe me, down to the semi-hated term "fragile". But that's changing; I'm finally getting it together over here.
Network has been crap over here, on and off and on and off and on and off again.
Maybe our DDR pads will come today. ::bounces on heels::
...'cause if they aren't, I'm gonna do some baking tonight or something, inasmuch as otherwise I'll be completely bored. Everyone's right--there really isn't a lot to do over here, especially if you're like me and don't drink.
It would have been cool if the vacations here and the high school vacations home had coincided. But being home last weekend was great.
::singing as listens:: The sun is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace...!
Found my KaZaA Mix 1 CD. Am all happy now.
-Laurel
10.08.2003
Oh my gosh, Fred Penner's Place! I so have not seen anything connected with that since I was like six years old!
...Must be 'cause he migrated to Canada. Or maybe he was always in Canada, and Nickelodeon picked up on that like they picked up on Danger Mouse (which is, for the record, worlds better than any crap Nick cartoon they run now, which is all of them, including Rugrats, but with the fathomable, though unlikely, exception of SpongeBob).
Anyway, yeah, that's my series of comments for the night. Campus network sucks tonight, so bleh. I have the fewest lines of any person in the play (one), so bleh to that as well.
But choir rocks, as it usually does. And yay for the people in Stories to be Told, John and Jamie and Raquel and especially James.
-Laurel
...Must be 'cause he migrated to Canada. Or maybe he was always in Canada, and Nickelodeon picked up on that like they picked up on Danger Mouse (which is, for the record, worlds better than any crap Nick cartoon they run now, which is all of them, including Rugrats, but with the fathomable, though unlikely, exception of SpongeBob).
Anyway, yeah, that's my series of comments for the night. Campus network sucks tonight, so bleh. I have the fewest lines of any person in the play (one), so bleh to that as well.
But choir rocks, as it usually does. And yay for the people in Stories to be Told, John and Jamie and Raquel and especially James.
-Laurel
10.07.2003
10.06.2003
Am back at college. And missing home. But I'll be back in two weeks, and it'll be a change to have the dorm to myself for tonight, as Lily's not coming back 'til tomorrow.
I really should write another entry for the college lj at some point, shouldn't I?
Ah well. Microbio first. Whee for coloring.
-Laurel
I really should write another entry for the college lj at some point, shouldn't I?
Ah well. Microbio first. Whee for coloring.
-Laurel
10.05.2003
Went bowling today. We were all bad, so that was fun. Went for pizza after that (yeah, macaroni-and-cheese variety), hung round talking. Took Glenn home after a while.
Tomorrow: winter-coat-shopping, haircut, visit to aunt's house to see my year-old cousin William from Kentucky.
Ech, going home should be as simple as my timetable.
-Laurel
Tomorrow: winter-coat-shopping, haircut, visit to aunt's house to see my year-old cousin William from Kentucky.
Ech, going home should be as simple as my timetable.
-Laurel
Mm...and I should mention Friday. Millions of thank-yous to Matt for keeping Glenn after school and in Ms. O's room for that heroically long. ...Should you ever find yourself in a similar situation someday, and there's a way I can help, let me know. :)
'Cause it was the stuff daydreams had, indeed, been made of for weeks on end. Like ever since I've been gone, I've had the intention of doing that. So thank you again mega-copiously, and may all your APs be kind to you. :)
-Laurel
'Cause it was the stuff daydreams had, indeed, been made of for weeks on end. Like ever since I've been gone, I've had the intention of doing that. So thank you again mega-copiously, and may all your APs be kind to you. :)
-Laurel
10.04.2003
Well, okay, so I went into mass panic the night after that over something, but that was episodic.
Anyway, it's lovely to be home for the weekend. Choral/band picnic was today, full of alumni and food and fun. Played some football (got sand all over everywhere) and walked along the pier with 'Nanda and Daf and Calypso and Glenn (yay for the kite and the monkey and Mead-and-Bacon's bewildering photograph, but ew for the smiley face left on the Evil Cheese...!) and watched the guys attack the seagulls and little Ryan Mead attack Glenn (that hyperactive son-of-a-band-director is violent with a plastic sword! ::laughs a bit::), and other random coolness.
And tomorrow is a random bowling outing, so that's cool, too.
::blinks:: I need to stop getting play-practice warmup chants stuck in my head. "Singin' in the Rain" is decent enough (thumbs out, elbows back! *g*), but that Gilbert and Sullivan one about dying at a-minute-or-two-to-two has been stuck in my head all day, and it doesn't take long for that to just kinda get annoying. ::laughs:: I think it's because of the line and the dragon will come when he hears the drum, 'cause that reminds me of Strong Bad (and the dragon comes in the...ni-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ight!), so any time anybody makes a Trogdor reference, it kind of ends up there.
So I was watching bits and pieces of Sense and Sensibility with my parents tonight, at it so took me like forever to figure out that Mary Anne was being played by Kate Winslet and one of the other random guys was being done by Alan Rickman. ...I should've remembered that from merani's lj. *g*
'kay, so I should get off this blog now and consider, at some point, going to sleep.
-Laurel
Anyway, it's lovely to be home for the weekend. Choral/band picnic was today, full of alumni and food and fun. Played some football (got sand all over everywhere) and walked along the pier with 'Nanda and Daf and Calypso and Glenn (yay for the kite and the monkey and Mead-and-Bacon's bewildering photograph, but ew for the smiley face left on the Evil Cheese...!) and watched the guys attack the seagulls and little Ryan Mead attack Glenn (that hyperactive son-of-a-band-director is violent with a plastic sword! ::laughs a bit::), and other random coolness.
And tomorrow is a random bowling outing, so that's cool, too.
::blinks:: I need to stop getting play-practice warmup chants stuck in my head. "Singin' in the Rain" is decent enough (thumbs out, elbows back! *g*), but that Gilbert and Sullivan one about dying at a-minute-or-two-to-two has been stuck in my head all day, and it doesn't take long for that to just kinda get annoying. ::laughs:: I think it's because of the line and the dragon will come when he hears the drum, 'cause that reminds me of Strong Bad (and the dragon comes in the...ni-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ight!), so any time anybody makes a Trogdor reference, it kind of ends up there.
So I was watching bits and pieces of Sense and Sensibility with my parents tonight, at it so took me like forever to figure out that Mary Anne was being played by Kate Winslet and one of the other random guys was being done by Alan Rickman. ...I should've remembered that from merani's lj. *g*
'kay, so I should get off this blog now and consider, at some point, going to sleep.
-Laurel