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dramaturgy) wrote2007-11-26 02:27 pm
dramaturgy) wrote2007-11-26 02:27 pm
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I should have gone to work today, but instead I am staying here for awhile to watching Apocalypse Now so that I can watch Heroes tonight and write my "historically conscious movie review" and not stay up all night doing it. (Bet I'm up all night doing it anyway. I'm such a douchebag sometimes.)
I promised a real post... Friday, but Saturday I was too busy catching up on Heroes (which, OH. MY. GOD.) and Sunday I was too busy commentwarring and doing things like going back to school to gather my thoughts. But this is as good a time as any, when I should be at work and should be paying attention to my homework (one of the few major Vietnam War movies I've never seen - I should have asked if we could get Forrest Gump to count, that was on the History channel this weekend).
So, the play ended last weekend. I haven't really had a normal week without it yet, but I feel. Well, strike felt good. I got a pair of bolts for trophies (I have trophies from every show that I've worked on) and got to knock holes in some wood with a mallet. Not to mention taking things off the platform with prybars. That felt REALLY good. (That's Martin Sheen? Holy shit. He and Charlie look a lot alike. I mean, I know they're father and son, but especially when he was younger.) The play itself was good, save for the part where I started the show without the furniture. That came up in theatre seminar last Monday, and Steven looked at me and said, "I have forgiven you. But I will never, ever forget." We all had a good laugh. I don't feel awful about it anymore, but I am still dumbfounded. I will probably be going HOW? on my death bed.
Thanksgiving kind of blew. There was a lot of really yummy pie, not to mention the bread, but there came a point where all my grandmother wanted to do was talk about my dead grandfather who yes, I have angst about and no I don't really want to talk about it it probably has something to do with closure or some shit, but honestly, I just fucking hate talking about it. (Is that Harrison Ford? HOLY CRAP IT IS.) So I went home. At least nobody asked what I was doing after I graduated.
Friday I was going to go see Enchanted, but I got to the theatre in Davenport and realized that I'd left my debit card at home, and I only had three dollars in cash. D'oh. So I figured that was God's way of telling me to get home and finish my theatre seminar paper (which was, at this point, despite my best intentions only three pages long and three days overdue. So I went home, buckled down, and finished it by about 9 PM). Saturday I played catch up with Heroes and was totally blown away. Like, what did I watch before this show started rocking my world? I have no idea.
And now it's 2:30. I'm going to write an e-mail to NotMark saying I need to meet him to decide when I need to do my last lab. Because I would rather shoot myself than drop my theatre degree because I couldn't complete a quarter credit. And Hoff was being pissy this morning and making things far more complicated than they need to be, so I bought myself double stuf oreos.
I promised a real post... Friday, but Saturday I was too busy catching up on Heroes (which, OH. MY. GOD.) and Sunday I was too busy commentwarring and doing things like going back to school to gather my thoughts. But this is as good a time as any, when I should be at work and should be paying attention to my homework (one of the few major Vietnam War movies I've never seen - I should have asked if we could get Forrest Gump to count, that was on the History channel this weekend).
So, the play ended last weekend. I haven't really had a normal week without it yet, but I feel. Well, strike felt good. I got a pair of bolts for trophies (I have trophies from every show that I've worked on) and got to knock holes in some wood with a mallet. Not to mention taking things off the platform with prybars. That felt REALLY good. (That's Martin Sheen? Holy shit. He and Charlie look a lot alike. I mean, I know they're father and son, but especially when he was younger.) The play itself was good, save for the part where I started the show without the furniture. That came up in theatre seminar last Monday, and Steven looked at me and said, "I have forgiven you. But I will never, ever forget." We all had a good laugh. I don't feel awful about it anymore, but I am still dumbfounded. I will probably be going HOW? on my death bed.
Thanksgiving kind of blew. There was a lot of really yummy pie, not to mention the bread, but there came a point where all my grandmother wanted to do was talk about my dead grandfather who yes, I have angst about and no I don't really want to talk about it it probably has something to do with closure or some shit, but honestly, I just fucking hate talking about it. (Is that Harrison Ford? HOLY CRAP IT IS.) So I went home. At least nobody asked what I was doing after I graduated.
Friday I was going to go see Enchanted, but I got to the theatre in Davenport and realized that I'd left my debit card at home, and I only had three dollars in cash. D'oh. So I figured that was God's way of telling me to get home and finish my theatre seminar paper (which was, at this point, despite my best intentions only three pages long and three days overdue. So I went home, buckled down, and finished it by about 9 PM). Saturday I played catch up with Heroes and was totally blown away. Like, what did I watch before this show started rocking my world? I have no idea.
And now it's 2:30. I'm going to write an e-mail to NotMark saying I need to meet him to decide when I need to do my last lab. Because I would rather shoot myself than drop my theatre degree because I couldn't complete a quarter credit. And Hoff was being pissy this morning and making things far more complicated than they need to be, so I bought myself double stuf oreos.
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And I always appreciate SURPRISE! HARRISON FORD! moments.
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Me too. :)