The Icon Faerie

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.

Om nom nom Indian food. I just met dmp and her affianced and they are so much fun. I even think I managed to stay away from talking about myself too much, hooray! They looked awesome in their steampunk gear and I felt rather underdressed in my jeans and Hawkeyes t-shirt. They are here for I-Con and I am a little miffed that this is taking place at my OWN SCHOOL and I had to hear about it from Diana.

But yes. Anyway. I have a picture of my car!

( Cut. )

He's pretty. I'm pretty sure it's a he. I don't have any ideas for names yet. He rides very smooth though. Wednesday morning was a headache because I was trying to figure out parking permit stuff. I called the office when they opened and they said if I put my stuff in online it would be ready by nine. I cheerily said okay!! and went down there. I got there about ten after nine and they couldn't find it. So they said I'd have to go to the bursar's office. I went to the bursar's office, and they said I'd have to bring in my registration. So I went and got it out of my window, but it's only a temporary registration, which they don't take. At this point I was pretty pissed because, what the hell people. I think the lady felt bad for me because I'm sure I looked like my head was going to explode, and so she got the student parking people to write me a temporary parking pass. Argh.

Wednesday night, I saw The Pride with strangerface and her sister, which I loved. I wrote a nice, thoughtful post on my theatre blog, and you can read that if you want, but here I'm going to do the fangirling.

If you've read this journal ever, you know that Ben Whishaw is one of my favorite actors and if they sold tickets to a performance of him reading out of a phone book I would probably go. But it was tired, it was a Wednesday, and I was getting a little headachey, so I was torn on whether or not to try and stagedoor this mofo. We walked out and kept on walking, and I left Emily and Bridget to take the 1 up to Penn. Except I went into the 'Downtown' entrance which is not where I needed to go. So I got up the stairs and it hit me: that was a sign. I went back to the theatre.

I wish I'd been cool enough to say something besides HI THANKS FOR COMING TO NY I LOVED THE PLAY CAN YOU PLEASE SIGN, but roseanna is going to teach me her ways. Apparently she can channel her nervous energy into being cute rather than awkward. But yes. Hugh Dancy was a total gentleman with a gorgeous smile and almost a little too codeswitching for me to not be weirded out (I'M SORRY I KILLED YOU, luckily, did not fall out of my mouth). Adam James was hilarious and now when I watch Planet of the Dead I'm going to be on the lookout for him. Ben Whishaw BEN WHISHAW was very nice, a bit... shyer seeming, but I did the hi, hello, thanks for the show bit, and told him I was a very big fan -- god, why am I so cliche? He thanked me, said "Cheers" (the British are so adorable), and by this time the others who had stuck around to stagedoor had realized that he was the other guy. Andrea Riseborough was lovely as well. She reminded me a lot of a girl I was at Coe with in theatre. XD None of them were a bit short, and were very happy to be there, I think.

( I was too nervous to get pictures, but, playbill? )

Also, only somewhat unrelatedly as one of my first impressions of Ben was "he's a bit shorter than I thought he might be," I realized that thanks to the freakishly tall men in my family, I have a skewed perception on what "tall" is. Being 5'8" myself probably doesn't help.

[20:29] my summers die: ~*Hate crime. I like it.
[20:30] my summers die: (Which I definitely just typed at hat crime.)
[20:31] likeabaroness: HAT CRIME
[20:31] likeabaroness: THIEVERY AND WRONGDOING DOWN AT THE HABERDASHERY

Leisl: "Virginity is like Pringles. Once you pop you can't stop."
midhenaer and mcdigitalgumby: ::crack up::

Because this is the best conversation I've had in a long, long time.

( In which Bee and Liz confess their undying lust for Norbert Leo Butz )

I'm watching Jeopardy.

I see you, roz_mcclure!

( Wherein Becca and I discuss how to snag Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood -- repectively )

dizzylizzy182: Hee. Making him sorry could be kinky.
dizzylizzy182: I mean fun.

I missed rebeccagrace. :D

I just spent four hours on a book report for a book I didn't finish. Yayee for sparknotes.com. I hope I convinced Miss Weber. :D

Six pages? Why do I have to be such an overachiever?

And is it such a bad thing that I think Pippin as in LOTR when I think of Pip as in "Great Expectations"? I have Billy Boyd in my head playing a confused English gentleman. Oy. >_

Hear ye, hear ye. Thus commenceth the trial for Miss Hana Candie for the FAP Chat on the date of July 25, 2002.

( Trial, part one )
( Trial, part two )