The Icon Faerie

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 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.

A cold may have just turned into a sinus infection. Fine.

Bee came and went last week. We managed to see both parts of Angels in America (amazing), John Gallagher Jr at Rockwood Music Hall (great show), Promises Promises (Molly Shannon's first night, amazing, and Kristin Chenoweth sang the opening to "O Canada" at the stage door), Next To Normal (we took memoryofroses with us. It was awesome, Jason Danieley and Marin Mazzie are THE FUCKING SHIT), and American Idiot. I dropped off my resume for Michael Mayer, so we'll see if anything comes of that.

Now I am trying to catch up with the things I ignored while she was here that I hadn't been able to do beforehand. Except I just feel like crap and like all I'm doing is disappointing people. People have been telling me all week, "Oh, you look miserable!" Well... YEAH. I'm sick. Do you know anyone who doesn't seem a little miserable and pathetic when they're sick?

I cancelled my 101 class on Wednesday. Because seriously. They did not want to be there and I did not want to teach, so I figured we could all just stay home and be happy.

Blech. I have a follow up appointment with Dr. Tuckman for my thyroid, I might see if he'll give me some antibiotics too. MY MOMMY DIAGNOSED ME OVER THE INTERNET, NOW GIVE ME SOME DRUGS.

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

Today's lesson = success! But I have to keep going. This teaching thing is exhausting me. Maybe one day I'll get to talk about my REAL class or Caucasian Chalk Circle.

Man and I do not do well in heat. I just wilt like a little flower.

Tennessee was fun. I'm glad I got to go with thinkatory and meet raven22 (again) and illegal_midget (for the first time!). Court is easily one of the most hilarious people I know and that is so much better in person. Especially when there is Skins and moonshine to be had. Despite our missed connection on the way back and therefore getting back to Milwaukee a little later than expected, it was a good trip with relatively few problems.

Oh my lord last day of the music meme! Hurrah! I suck at this, this should have been over a week ago. I don't know if I'm going to do another one right away again. There's a SPN one making the rounds, and a Harry Potter one, as well as a general TV and a Shakespeare one. Any opinion, flisties?

The main thing is that I have assignments on my syllabus and am going to send in my textbook requisition form today. \o/ Yay. So here's the last meme.

Day 30 - Your favourite song at this time last year
This time last year I was... well, in much the same state as I am now, although last year when I was freaking out it was over grad school and mostly where was I going to live while I was there. Now I am freaking out about whether or not I'm going to be an effective teacher.

Anyway. I got really into the band Trading Yesterday and their CD "More Than This" because someone had made a Castiel fanvid out of this song, and I heard it so hard. Like the couple times I have managed to actually RP Cas with someone besides Kitty, it has been journal titles material. The fanvid sadly no longer seems to be available, but you can listen to this awesome song, called "Revolution":



That's really all I have to say about that.

( List. OMG it's done!! )