dramaturgy: ([S-M] Kiss.)
My ducks are getting in a row, somewhat. I have a place to live -- and I may even actually be able to afford it -- although I have no idea on earth how I'm going to afford anything else unless one of the internships calls me and Old Navy starts scheduling me again. They didn't schedule me last week and I don't work this week either. Maybe they're trying to be courteous with the end of the year, finals and all. But I don't know. Why would you hire someone to not schedule them? I thought about opening a card and live off of that for a little bit (just important stuff, I promise) but if I don't have to I'd really rather not.

I should be reading a play and making talking points for tomorrow but guess what, I don't want to.

My play was chosen for the reading. I'm happy about that and excited to hear it out loud, particularly if we can get the actors that we want. My classmate who is actually dramaturging the play (I don't have to 'turg since my play is being worked on -- I'm doing other things to compensate workload wise) is super excited about it and that makes me excited.

I wish that the stupid "Work from Home!" things on the internet weren't all scams that want me to pay them to join the club and then are basically like it's your fault if you're not making the money you want. If there were a place that I could get paid to do freelance work at, that would be cool.

IDK. I am not really a materialistic person, I don't think, but I worry about money because I don't feel like I have any.

My grandmother is doing better. She's not in the nursing home yet, she's in the hospital in 'skilled care', something like that. I talked to her on the phone on Mother's Day and she sounded like she was in good spirits. My mom said that eventually they would be going through the house and gathering things, probably in order to sell? I don't know. That house has been my grandparents' house my whole life and most of my dad's... I don't know what to feel. Mom told me if there were things that I wanted to make a list but of course now that I'm trying to go through the house in my head I'm drawing a complete blank. It feels weird to be putting dibs on her stuff. I guess I just thought that the phrase "You can't take it with you" meant when you die, not when you go to the home.

Whatever. Have an icon of Jenn Damiano kissing Reeve Carney.
dramaturgy: ([BSG] Starbuck is unhappy.)
I have so much I want to talk about. But since brevity is the soul of wit and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief.

My sister is still in Japan of this moment. She's okay, there wasn't much damage in Nagoya from the earthquake, but she's going (I keep typing 'coming' but I'm not there) home for a bit and she'll get in on Monday. I don't know if my mom will ever let her go anywhere ever again, but maybe now at least she won't drive me crazy for a bit. I love my mother and understand being worried, but seriously. (I also understand that she is ~mother and her worry probably outshines any that I had -- and I was a bit worried but my sister is a smart girl and the Japanese know how to handle it.) I told Gretchen to grab something good when the looting started, but apparently they don't do that. Which is cool.

Sunday I went and saw Angels in America at Signature again. They changed the cast, and Michael Urie was playing Prior so obviously I had to go. As much as I hesitate to say it... Michael Urie is totally my Prior. Justin Kirk is wonderful in the film, and Christian Borle was amazing, but Michael? He was inspired. He was just the perfect combination of righteous, queeny rage, fear, awareness of the absurdity of it all, and at times, utter contempt for the world around him. And how he looks in a dress is exactly as unfair as you would think it is.

Adam Driver was a newcomer as Louis. I LOVED him. He LOOKED like a neurotic Jewboy, and had amazing comic timing. At first I thought he was a little stiff but I warmed up to him. I actually ended up liking Louis a little lot more than I usually do -- which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Considering some of the things he does, it increases my sympathy and emotional reaction when he does or says reprehensible things. Truthfully, Bill Heck puts too much ANGRY~ in his Joe for my taste. I get that he's supposed to be confused and maybe a bit self-loathing, but I don't think I should fear for Harper's safety when they're arguing. I didn't like Keira Keeley (I think that's her name) as Harper as much as I liked Zoe Kazan. Zoe was a bit younger, more ethereal -- I could believe she went flying and saw ex-drag queens in her hallucinations, but Keira went a bit more zombiesque with her interpretation at times. And there was a lot of yelling. :\ Bill Porter was still Belize and he was STILL fabulous. Jeffrey Wright is Jeffrey Wright but Bill Porter was DIVAING OUT. The angel was good. I don't know if I like her as much as Robin Weigert, but it was a different interpretation. A lot more human at all times, not just sometimes.

I didn't want to stalk too much -- stagedooring Off-Broadway is a different culture than Broadway shows, I'm finding -- but I wanted to fangirl Michael Urie a little and was under orders from [livejournal.com profile] occultebelta to do so. So he signed my copy of The Temperamentals and told him I'd enjoyed that play as well, I'm teaching it in my 101 class this semester (last semester wasn't so impressed with Angels), and it was in part due to that play that I want to pursue my MFA project in queer dramaturgy. I voiced a concern about identifying straight -- in my experience, cautious self-deprecation and disclaiming works out better in the end when it's genuine -- and he blew it off. He said, "You may have more to say than a queer artist." So therefore I intend to make no more apologies about it. Onward and upward. Michael Urie said so.

Last week I applied and interviewed for a customer service position at Old Navy -- so basically what I'd been doing at Lane Bryant, but I'll be able to do it in jeans. Except when they offered me the position and tried to set up a time for me to come in for training and such, they proceeded to ignore the availability I gave them when I applied and tried to get me to come in Monday during classtimes, Tuesdays when I'm teaching, and damn. I don't even. Why? So I gave him my availability AGAIN and he said he'd call back. That was Wednesday. So if this is going to be a chronic problem I'm not sure I want to work for them. Because my school and teaching job are going to come first. Sorry. The end.

I had two major writing assignments due last Monday. Of course I left them until the last minute. One was a ten minute play, which I actually ended up being proud of despite not considering myself a playwright (it's hard to give all the information the audience needs just in dialogue without being didactic or fake). I got a B+ on a paper on Elizabethan foreign policy. I probably would have gotten higher if I'd been able to bother with MLA formatting and edit properly, but no. She did compliment my handling of the history though, so I will take it.

I've sort of started using my tumblr that I made to see what the fuss was about. And when I say 'using' I mean I'm reblogging shit like it's going out of style. It's here.

I am giving serious thought as to when I want to move, and 'soon' is what comes to mind. Twice this week I have been woken at 9:30 by a roommate (the same roommate) wailing the song "Fuck You" at the top of her voice. First of all, that's a god awful song 24/7, and second, 9:30 is not the proper hour to be shouting songs.

I just have this fear of not having enough money to stay in an apartment elsewhere and getting evicted and having to live in my car. Which is stupid. But I get anxious, I get depressed about being anxious, I get anxious because I don't get anything done when I'm depressed and it piles up, etc.

Also, Galileo is going to suck. And that is an objective assessment.
dramaturgy: ([Misc] Rocking out.)
So, I officially quit life on Sunday after my grandmother sent me a forward that started with a rape joke. (If you rape a prostitute, is it rape or shoplifting? GET IT? SINCE PROSTITUTES ARE PAID FOR SEX WHEN YOU TAKE IT WITHOUT PAYING, IT'S SHOPLIFTING. HUR HUR.) I replied all and said, "It's rape. Also it's not funny. I thought a former cop would know better." (It was forwarded to her by an online friend who is a former cop.) I haven't heard from her since then so my guess is that she's pulling the "Well, I'm old, and I get to say what I want because I was brought up ~in a different time." Yeah, that old chestnut. GRANDMA. YOU WERE BORN IN 1935, BUT THE ACTUAL FOR REALS MIDDLE AGES. Whatever. She also says "coloreds" and "the gays" and I know I should feel bad because she doesn't get around so well and is probably lonely, puttering around her house all day, but I really don't think that's an excuse. And it makes me mad.

So I quit life around 9:45 AM, climbed into the shower and cried until I ran out of hot water, and then climbed back into bed and started rewatching Ugly Betty. But it really wasn't just that. It was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

This whole business with Gabrielle Giffords and the assassination attempt has just left me heartsick and upset. (I will admit to having The Ballad of Czolgoz and the rest of Assassins running through my head for most of the day on Saturday; I am not a perfect person.) I watched the guy's YouTube channel and it's way fucking creepier than any horror movie I've ever seen. The fact that one of the people dead is a nine year old girl who had just been elected to her student council and taken because she was interested in public service and things of that nature AND had been born on 9/11 (ACTUAL 9/11, not a 9/11 since then, HER MOTHER WAS IN THE HOSPITAL GIVING BIRTH ON 9/11/2001) is just the frosting on a very depressing cake.

Then I find out that Sarah Palin had a campaign ad that was basically a hit list and a map with crosshairs on the congressional districts of those on the list and Gabrielle Giffords was on that list. I was disgusted but unfortunately not shocked. And I know that Sarah Palin didn't put the gun in the guy's hand and say "Go for it!" but if I had made that list and that map, we would not be having this conversation right now because the FBI would have broken a land speed record getting to my house AND I WOULD NOW BE IN FBI CUSTODY. You know what, I damn well don't care about Sarah Palin. My hatred peaked sometime last year and right now I'm just sick of her. I think she's stupid and irrelevant at best and dangerous at worst. When you tell your followers to reload, not retreat and show them a hitlist of politicians you don't like, well... even if the Loughner guy didn't care about her, she needs to be fucking called out to explain herself for that ad.

And it's not just her. Everyone who adds to the rhetoric of hate in this country needs to STOP IT and first of all, use their words, and second of all, USE WORDS THAT DON'T INCITE VIOLENCE AGAINST OTHER PEOPLE. I'll be first to admit I'm guilty of it, and it's usually in hyperbole -- how many times this semester did I say I was going to fucking kill my kids? I would never actually. But if all 35 of them had suddenly wound up DEAD I would have been the link between them all and I would have looked pretty damn guilty. At the risk of sounding stupid... with great power comes great responsibility. And your words mean something.

Also, whoever it is that tweets as President Bartlet just made me angry by refusing to acknowledge Sarah Palin should be held responsible. (Toby Ziegler, however, did not disappoint me. Toby has always held a place in my heart, the old curmudgeon. ♥) Seriously, stop turning my fictional hero into an apologist. (I know he's not REAL or anything, so this is kind of stupid, but seriously. [livejournal.com profile] bad_rpers_suck, that's all I'm saying.

Also in the Disappointing Me Thoroughly camp is Jonathan Mandell, aka NewYorkTheater. He writes about theatre for an independent online news source, and occasionally has quoted me in his articles for some of the off the cuff things I say about theatre. I generally like and agree with things that he has to say and quite frankly it's nice to be able to tweet theatre at someone who will tweet you back (although I have had certain people Tweet me back before -- not the point). BUT.

Recently, Bono saw Spider-Man for the first time. Awesome, right? Well. Jenn Damiano was apparently quoted as saying that he had enjoyed himself watching the show. (I am paraphrasing here, but that is pretty much what was said.) Things went apeshit. I was like, "Aw, that's great!" and Mandell tweeted, "He shouldn't be enjoying the show, he should be working on it so WE can enjoy it." (Again, I'm paraphrasing, but that is very close to the actual wording.)

Uh, first of all:
1. That is the most entitled, audience-centric thing I have heard in a long time, and
2. So artists aren't allowed to take pleasure in what they produce?
3. When I saw it, the music wasn't what I thought needed working on.

I tweeted as much to him (well, the second point, I couldn't find a nice way to phrase the first one and the third one is just a can of worms) and he replied (see, so at least he replied) that, "it implies he's a spectator and not an active member of the process." Um. Well, now I think people are just looking for something to bitch about for Spider-Man since nobody else has been injured and reviews aren't officially being made until the show opens next month. Way to take something an actress said and blow it out of proportion.

Anyway. Better news! I hear they're working on a new finale, and T.V Carpio became Arachne. I feel honored to have seen it as early as I did (the fourth preview) and can't wait to go back. Also, Michael Mayer and Billie Joe Armstrong are talking about making American Idiot into a movie (which could be awesome or be horrible) and want to work on an original project together. I hope he remembers my resume. :x
dramaturgy: ([Misc] Reeve.)
Today my sister woke me up at 4:30 this morning to say good bye. :( She and Abby flew O'Hare to Detroit and now they're Detroit to Japan. It was nice having her home for two weeks.

I still need a bingo card for Christmas. Being with my family is exhausting in a way that I forget about when I'm in New York.

My brother's ankle is doing better. His surgery was okay, it's healing well, and he's not really in pain anymore. He's getting around better. Next week he goes back and if all is well, he'll get a removable cast -- he can take it off at night and to shower. After that might be a walking cast and there might be physical therapy. We don't really know, so we're taking it as we go.

My mom, Gretchen, and I went and saw The King's Speech on New Year's Day. I thought it was fantastic, even if Gretchen and I were literally the only people in the theatre under 45. Eh. Either way, Colin Firth was amazing -- if he doesn't get an Oscar I'll be miffed, but maybe at least he can nab a BAFTA. (I am somewhat pessimistic about the Academy's ability to recognize a great thing when they see it.) Geoffrey Rush was also great, but no question the star of the whole thing was Colin Firth.

When Gretchen asked what it was about, my mom and I looked at each other and were like, "... Colin Firth..." because that's all that matters. XD

And just now Joe and I found Doctor Who on Syfy. Allons-y!
dramaturgy: ([AI] Holiday.)
1. I need a bingo card for Christmas.

2. I need to not read [livejournal.com profile] sf_drama which is sad because I kind of love that comm and all the delicious, delicious wank it brings me, but it also makes me ridiculously paranoid about my maybe MFA project and how maybe the heterosexual, cisgendered white girl doesn't have the right to say anything about LGBTQ dramaturgy and I'm being stupid and appropriative and a;sdkjf

3. Spider-Man and the actors in it have been through a lot of shit. I hope it's done having accidents and can shake the stigma. It really does deserve to become a hit. ... But I'm still using my Christmas money to buy a t-shirt in case it doesn't.
dramaturgy: ([Glee] Fuck yeah!)
So my mom ad I are watching Patrick Stewart in Macbeth on PBS, and my mom is getting frisky.

[23:21] tooth_fairy2003: He looks remarkabley buff in that shirt, for a man his age. What is his age? Is he married?
[23:21] Liz: Acting is surprisingly physical.
[23:22] Liz: And he's 70. XD
[23:22] tooth_fairy2003: My, my...
[23:22] tooth_fairy2003: I could use a sugar daddy
[23:22] Liz: LOL
[23:23] Liz: MY daddy might have something to say about that.
[23:23] Liz: I, however, am fair game.
[23:23] tooth_fairy2003: He's pretty buff himself
[23:23] Liz: I'll take your word for it.
[23:24] tooth_fairy2003: I used to watch you on Star Trek when I was a little girl is a great pick up line
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] The Oncoming Storm.)
I love that I can call my mother, say, "Can I come home?" and she'll say, "You can always come home." And then I'll say, "Yeah, I wasn't being serious." (Because I wasn't, I'm just being emo.) But she'll still say, "I was." And she'll build me up and listen to me complain. She'll let me be a speshul snowflake. I love my mom.

We made it through Aristotle's Poetics. That is about the best thing that can be said about that. I don't remember what their next assignment is, so I'll have to look that up so I can start planning it.

But OMG I had another person drop today and two MAYBE three more add. I'm like STOP IT. I AM NOT THIS AWESOME, THERE IS NO REASON FOR YOU TO SIGN UP. STOP.

Also, I'm not really sure how to deal with making up their work and the like. I'm doing it on a points system because that seemed to make the most sense to me, but like, I can't give them points for classes they didn't attend and things they didn't do. Grr.

My sister landed safely in Japan. Her blog is here, if you want to stalk her: http://intothelandoftherisingsun.blogspot.com :D
dramaturgy: ([DW/T] Donna.)
Exhausted.

Teaching went okay today. It's my big stress right now. I mean, it was first day so it's not like I was actually teaching anything. You know how it is, you have introductions, you do syllabus, and you let them go. The real test is going to be Wednesday when I actually have to teach stuff.

I hate this beginning of the semester stuff when I'm trying to remember how it feels to get shit done.

Zzzzzzzz.

My mom was fired on Friday. Supposedly the doctor (did I just capitalize that? Yes I did) finds her difficult to work with and she hasn't improved sufficiently since her review. I wouldn't be shocked if his wife had something to do with it, since my mom has the gall to get mad at her when she fucks things up or is just not using logic. And she henpecks the doctor something awful. So like I said, I wouldn't be shocked.

I just sucks.
dramaturgy: ([Heroes] Paramedic.)
That's right. With a Gmail extension and LJ Login on Chrome, I see no reason to go back to that whore Firefox.

That's right, Firefox. I called you out. But you know what? You deserved it. Every time I turn around you're having s script error and running as a snail's pace, if you're moving at all, and if I want to watch a video, or work on something in Word at the same time? Heaven forbid. So here I am and good bye to you. I can't stay in this relationship.

/dramatics

Tomorrow I am going to go shopping with my sister and mother, because we're meeting my grandmother (and maybe aunt?) in Iowa City, and watching this showdown is going to be awesome. Because my grandmother is very matchy matchy, department store crap, in colors that can only be described as pastel. My sister... is not. My sister and I are both very much Separates people and then we tend to put them together in ways that don't really match but hope to carry off via our quirky personalities. So this is going to be fun.

I am also subjecting my mother to season three of Heroes, because she suffered through season two so she may as well.
dramaturgy: ([Glee] Back to you.)
Yesterday was my parents' anniversary and they actually got home pretty early. They usually do dinner and a movie so I wasn't expecting them until eleven/midnightish, depending on where they ate and what movie they saw, but they got home about 9:30. My dad goes into his mancave computery area, and mom sits next to me on the couch.

"Your dad and I were thinking..."

Shit, I think to myself. "Yeah..."

"Since you're leaving next weekend, we should do something tomorrow."

I knew right away that 'sitting on the couch in your pajamas with your friends in the box' was not going to be an acceptable answer. "Uh. Okay."

"So. What would you like to do?" Chipper voice.

"Um." Literally nothing comes to mind. I want to sit and do NOTHING. I want to be unimpressive. I want to be mediocre. Substandard, even. "I don't know."

"We could go to the Amanas. See the shops. I know it's not your kind of shopping..."

Then why did you fucking ask. The Amanas are the Amana Colonies, somewhere just beyond Iowa City. The restaurant is, to my knowledge, one (1) family style restaurant with nasty food where all the waitstaff is all over sixty in blue gingham Dorothy dresses that they all outgrew when Truman left office. They are big on Ye Olde German Heritage. I do not fucking go to the Amanas if I can get out of it. If I had to hide from, I don't know, KGB or diamond smugglers who I'd just caught in the act, I'd go there because that is how little I like going there. "Or Galena!" Galena is the exact same fucking thing, only it's in Illinois and its saving grace is that I've never been there so I don't think I can properly disparage it.

Needless to say, I am not keen to go. But since there's literally nothing out I want to see right now and I don't have any better ideas, I am going to spend time in Galena with my parents. I am trying not to think of it as a hostage situation, but since that's sort of what it is, I am just going to be as neutral as possible.

Compounding the situation is there is something causing me manic, racing thoughts and massive sleep deprivation. Fuck me sideways. Probably that my medication taking this summer has been sporadic at best, but I hate fucking taking medicine. I can't wait for the day when everything is just permanently curable with a shot and I can do that instead.

ETA: Also I would give my left tit for a pair of pants that fit.

ETA 2: Scratch that, I would give my left tit to be a size twelve.

ETA 3: Also we better get in the car soon so I can get out my iPod and drown out my dad's fucking insane HUMMING. Someone is going to fucking die today.
dramaturgy: ([SA] MBN.)
My family left this morning for a ten day trip to the boundary waters in Minnesota. Ten days with just me and the cats. Oi.

Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to

So I guess it's not a surprise to anyone that my brain holds a lot of things, including multiple librettos to musicals. But this song I was singing and had memorized almost before I could sing anything else, on account of my mother listening to Les Miz a lot.



List )
dramaturgy: ([Celebs] Ronson.)
My mother just sat here hitting her knee until she found the reflex spot and she said, "There it is!"

I looked at her and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking for the reflex spot!"

"Why?"

"I don't know."

And then I died laughing and mocked her with, "Hello? Is anyone in there?" I just wish my dad were in here instead of outside weedwhacking.
dramaturgy: ([Glee] Jesse + Rachel.)
WELL it's been a long few days. Last you heard from me I was... wow, okay, [livejournal.com profile] roseanna was still with me in Long Island. I sent her home and then the following week I came home myself. Thursday I started driving home, I stayed overnight in Ohio, and made it back on Friday afternoon. Saturday was William's first birthday so my mom, Gretchen, and I went to see Cat and William. He's such a corker. She and the father's family are still having custody issues, and I think she's supposed to be back in court today. The less I say about that, the better, I think.

Otherwise, my sister is living in an apartment in Cedar Rapids with Abby for the summer and she's going to Japan in the fall, and my brother is still doing nothing with his life. I swear, I am this close to 911ing Dr. Phil on his ass, mostly because I think if I 911'd on Cat and Chris, I think it would be sticking my nose in. Oh, I'd forgotten how nice it was to not be the center of all this drama. (Although at least this drama involves things that I actually care about, unlike Who Gets The Desks In The Office With A Window.)

But that's neither here nor there.

Now I'm going to talk about fannish things. In here there are spoilers for finales of The Mentalist, Private Practice, Grey's, and Supernatural, recent eps of Glee and Doctor Who, and the Heroes cancellation. Maybe this will get me in the mood to review the six or so shows I have seen since I posted my last review on Theatre Geekery. )

Phew. That was long. But I think I said my piece.
dramaturgy: ([TF] Get up.)
I wonder if I can squeeze a nap in before church.

That is likely as far as that thought will go, so I'll say no more. It is Maundy Thursday and ergo almost Easter, which is my favorite church holiday. I was working today on making more of the Figaro/Figaro costumes.

I was going to talk about a bunch of stuff in here but I can't really think of anything else to say. OH I bought a ticket for the cheap seats at New York City Center's "Anyone Can Whistle." Raul Esparza and Sutton Foster, how can I refuse? I also found out that one of my Broadway hubbies Aaron Lazar is in the revival of A Little Night Music, so that's gone on the list of things to see. Not to mention that Adam Rapp has a new play called "The Metal Children" going up in May and Phoebe Strole is in it, so I want to try and make it.

[livejournal.com profile] duchessdollydot will be getting here in not so long. I have food to cook for Easter dinner and I am so excited to have company it's just kind of sad. Me, I mean.

My mother sent me my Easter basket in the mail, and it had all the normal stuff you would find. Chocolate, SWEETTARTS CHICKS DUCKS AND BUNNIES, and a couple cheap DVDs. But there was also a packet of index cards and a glue stick. I don't understand.

About six more weeks left. I can make it.
dramaturgy: ([Celebs] *fistpump!*)
Note to self: introduce my grandmother to nostalgia critic. Send her e-mails to the spam bin.

Happy Fucking St. Patrick's Day. I hate this holiday and nobody wants to hear why because everyone's drunk.
dramaturgy: ([SPN] Chillin'.)
My sister and I just had the most interesting text message exchange.

Her: I know I'm not supposed to talk about it... but I know about fight club.
Me: I just lost the game. Thanks, asshole.
Her: Now I just lost the game!
Me: Consider it punishment for talking about fight club.
Her: Okay



SERIOUSLY. DID SHE GIVE ME THE F_W OKAY?
dramaturgy: ([HP] Luna.)
My parents went to a party at a friend's, my brother went off with his own friends to play video games, my sister is still helping Cat move her stuff to Davenport, so it is me, the cats, and a lot of Mike's.

So I'll do a meme to distract from the fact that it is me and Kitty on the interwebs.

Year in review. )

>_>

I don't think the New Year's celebration is so important. Not as important as the year itself. 2009 was hard emotionally, I hope 2010 can be better for me and for everyone I love.
dramaturgy: ([PD] HUGS.)
Traveling is exhausting. We were in the car for twelve hours. I took pictures from the car, and Twittered the entire way. I'm not signed up for LoudTweet or anything but if you want to look, I am landwarsinasia over there.

This is kind of a skeevey hotel. Tomorrow will be better because it's a Holiday Inn Express. ... ~*~*~ XD

We were all kind of remedial and special today.
dramaturgy: ([ASOIAF] Lannisters.)
Augh tomorrow.

Nobody is answering my phone calls about calling for the "for rent" ads on the website. I've left messages and I'm pretty much pissed off that they won't even call me back. My parents both tell me that we'll work it out, but I just like having my ducks in a row. To quote [livejournal.com profile] grrm, we can't have crooked ducks.

Speaking of [livejournal.com profile] grrm, more casting has been revealed for The Game of Thrones HBO series. As long as he is happy I am happy, or at the very least satisfied to wait on being Judgy McJudgerson, but I am excited about some of their choices. NIKOLAJ COSTER-WALDAU. HARRY LLOYD. TAMZIN MERCHANT. MARK ADDY. SEAN BEAN. JENNIFER EHLE. I'm excited excited. I think this is going to be a really good production, and if it isn't, then I will just have to cry into my pillow.

AND. And and and new season five ads for Supernatural keep popping up and I'm like, damn, is it September 10th yet? Seriously, I want it NOW.

I took my sister to Coe today, and I Twittered about how I was amazed at how little stuff she actually takes. And then she remembered her cactus but forgot the duffel bag of her clothing. (You know, the stuff left to her after Greyhound lost everything else. And apparently they're only liable for up to $250 which is bullshit.) So now I don't feel so bad because while I might have packed too much crap, at least I definitely have everything. She gave me about four hugs goodbye, but since I'm not going to see her again until Christmas, I think it's warranted.

And I definitely just realized that the worst part of this trip is going to be that my mom is going to cry. Shit.

Granted, I don't have anywhere to put it. Minor detail. So instead I'm concentrating on what I'm going to put on my iPod for the ride to New York. I have the Elvis Costello Kitty gave me. I downloaded some Mark Ronson because my interest was piqued, and I'm converting some QAF and SPN to .mp4. *awesome*

Blah.
dramaturgy: ([PD] Olive dances for glee.)
So my dad just burst in here, "I have a present for you!"

I get wary when my dad says things like that. But I wonder if maybe what he's going to pull out of the plastic sack is some kind of solution to my housing problem, or at the very least a, "Don't worry we're going to figure this out." (My mom has already said as much, but she has less power in this than I do.) Or maybe it'll be a BlackBerry. Hey, a girl can dream.

No. He pulled out legal-sized notepad with Michael Scott on it, and at the top it says, "That's what she said."

It really is the little things in life.

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