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dramaturgy) wrote2006-09-19 04:08 pm
dramaturgy) wrote2006-09-19 04:08 pm
I will give you what you crave...
I'm still waiting for the Update Journal page to open, but am waiting patiently. No, really, that's why this entry is being started in Word Pad. This will be started now and finished later because I really don't think that I can empty my head in the next ten to fifteen minutes.
I don't know if I can work in the scene shop. Mark is going to drive me mad. Seriously, I don't get 'pissy' when people tell me something once. Twice, I might even give you the benefit of the doubt. Three times though, and I start to wonder if you're even mentally competent. Seriously. I KNOW that you can't use spray paint inside. So please do not go on to ask me where I am going to spray them. I will once again say, "Outside, where Susan told me to." If you continue in the vein of "You can't do it inside," I AM going to bite your head off a little. I am going to say in as even a tone as possible, "I am going to spray them outside, where Susan told me to." Because YOU told me three times something I already knew, you do NOT get to tell me, "Don't get pissy." I am going to fume silently because I know that it isn't in my best interest to piss you off, you're faculty. I'm an undergrad. But GOD. I can see how parents of small children sometimes lose their marbles.
I ordered a copy of Translations last night. It's in my anthology, but it'd be nice to have a copy that isn't a few pounds heavy. It'll have more room to mark it up and stuff too. It'll be great. I don't think I'm going to stick with semiotics, and just go with postcolonialism. Maybe a little bit of a cop out, but it's a play that's so rich with it I don't know how else to go about it. Semiotics would sort of require examining a production, or mounting a production in my head. Which is only somewhat easier than mounting a production in real life.
My hand is gold because I had to hold the shoe while I spray painted it. Wait a minute. Back that up. Apparently Desdemona in this production requires gold shoes. A pair of black ones needed to be spray painted (it was special paint that won't crack on leather, but that's what it was) gold.
I'm supposed to do some work at McDonalds over winter break before I go to Europe, but I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. I mean, major props to the people who can stand to do that day after day for years and years. I only did it for two months and the idea of going back makes me want to cry and maybe fake my own death. It is the most draining, soul crushing thing I can think of. It's something I keep thinking about when I'm laying awake at night and the only thing that comes to mind is I. Don't. Want to. I keep telling myself not to think about it until fall break, because if I don't want to come back after finals then I should officially quit so they're not paying unemployment taxes or anything on me.
Yesterday when Dr. Carson told us to get ready for Pirates, a saxophone took out an eyepatch and put it on. That made my day. Today it is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Which I've done.
I'm feeling sort of lonely. I think it's partly not having a roommate... I do really like it, but sometimes now I really feel like... I just don't know. It sort of feels like I've gone back to being the person I was in high school except now I'm wallowing and bored instead of just wallowing. I should fix that.
I am back from dinner and no longer wallow-y. I just think that people who cringe at every little PDA are - I mean, sure, making out in public is one thing but small signs of affection? Come on. I think it's great to be privileged to see two people in love. It makes me fluttery.
I saw Brian at dinner and he said that the seniors (my class, when we're seniors), all the theatre majors want to do one big project together. I don't know what kind of project, but I guess that's what we're going to find out. Brian wants to stage Three Days of Rain (!) this semester although he doesn't know if he gets to. He said he was going to tap me for stage managing, so wow. How much fun and awesome would that be?
And scads of other things. I know nobody reads this far but I feel like every once in awhile something gets turned on its head (usually the same something) and then wham. I'm never sure where they're going. They always turn out all right in the end so I'm not sure why I bother. I just have to keep onward and upward the best I can and pull as many people as I can grab onto.
I don't know if I can work in the scene shop. Mark is going to drive me mad. Seriously, I don't get 'pissy' when people tell me something once. Twice, I might even give you the benefit of the doubt. Three times though, and I start to wonder if you're even mentally competent. Seriously. I KNOW that you can't use spray paint inside. So please do not go on to ask me where I am going to spray them. I will once again say, "Outside, where Susan told me to." If you continue in the vein of "You can't do it inside," I AM going to bite your head off a little. I am going to say in as even a tone as possible, "I am going to spray them outside, where Susan told me to." Because YOU told me three times something I already knew, you do NOT get to tell me, "Don't get pissy." I am going to fume silently because I know that it isn't in my best interest to piss you off, you're faculty. I'm an undergrad. But GOD. I can see how parents of small children sometimes lose their marbles.
I ordered a copy of Translations last night. It's in my anthology, but it'd be nice to have a copy that isn't a few pounds heavy. It'll have more room to mark it up and stuff too. It'll be great. I don't think I'm going to stick with semiotics, and just go with postcolonialism. Maybe a little bit of a cop out, but it's a play that's so rich with it I don't know how else to go about it. Semiotics would sort of require examining a production, or mounting a production in my head. Which is only somewhat easier than mounting a production in real life.
My hand is gold because I had to hold the shoe while I spray painted it. Wait a minute. Back that up. Apparently Desdemona in this production requires gold shoes. A pair of black ones needed to be spray painted (it was special paint that won't crack on leather, but that's what it was) gold.
I'm supposed to do some work at McDonalds over winter break before I go to Europe, but I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. I mean, major props to the people who can stand to do that day after day for years and years. I only did it for two months and the idea of going back makes me want to cry and maybe fake my own death. It is the most draining, soul crushing thing I can think of. It's something I keep thinking about when I'm laying awake at night and the only thing that comes to mind is I. Don't. Want to. I keep telling myself not to think about it until fall break, because if I don't want to come back after finals then I should officially quit so they're not paying unemployment taxes or anything on me.
Yesterday when Dr. Carson told us to get ready for Pirates, a saxophone took out an eyepatch and put it on. That made my day. Today it is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Which I've done.
I'm feeling sort of lonely. I think it's partly not having a roommate... I do really like it, but sometimes now I really feel like... I just don't know. It sort of feels like I've gone back to being the person I was in high school except now I'm wallowing and bored instead of just wallowing. I should fix that.
I am back from dinner and no longer wallow-y. I just think that people who cringe at every little PDA are - I mean, sure, making out in public is one thing but small signs of affection? Come on. I think it's great to be privileged to see two people in love. It makes me fluttery.
I saw Brian at dinner and he said that the seniors (my class, when we're seniors), all the theatre majors want to do one big project together. I don't know what kind of project, but I guess that's what we're going to find out. Brian wants to stage Three Days of Rain (!) this semester although he doesn't know if he gets to. He said he was going to tap me for stage managing, so wow. How much fun and awesome would that be?
And scads of other things. I know nobody reads this far but I feel like every once in awhile something gets turned on its head (usually the same something) and then wham. I'm never sure where they're going. They always turn out all right in the end so I'm not sure why I bother. I just have to keep onward and upward the best I can and pull as many people as I can grab onto.
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