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Dec. 10th, 2005 12:58 pmI’ve had to watch my words more in this past week than I have in . . . years it seems.
Ad-Board has official come back, I held my tongue for most of the meeting, I didn’t feel the need to say much. After the meeting is what I liked most. David, Rebecca and I all talked about politics and last year’s presidential election. We went out to our cars and then David, Andrew S., and our mothers all stood around outside and talked about Erin and the play. Our mothers were frustrated on our behalf and thought we ought to complain to someone.
(A quick note on Karma, Thursday, during lunch Erin got into a car accident. My first thought was, oh my god, my wish came true, oh shit, what have I done? Then I found out she was fine and I went oh, all right. I told about six other people and they all responded by suppressing giggles. No one felt bad about it, not a one went “oh that poor thing, is she all right?” How bad a person do you have to be to have everyone around you happy to see you in pain?)
The play itself was Thursday night. It went better than expected; the audience seemed to like it at least. We got there at 5 for call, we did a read through, then we went into the gym to wait for almost an hour until the show finally started at 7:30. It was such a low energy night, for me anyway. I wasn’t nervous (ok, a little but not enough to be fun) and there wasn’t that buzz I get when I’m really into it, that giddy happiness when I adore what I’m doing. It went well though, and I’m exceedingly grateful that it’s over.
Friday was interesting.
In When Harry met Sally Harry says that men and women can never be friends because sex always gets in the way, I disagree because if sex got in the way I’d have no friends because I’d want to sleep with everyone. Katie said it last year, Brendon asked last year, Jamie and Tobin said it last week, they all think that Andrew S. and I are either dating or should be. No, no thank you, he’s just my friend. Why is it two people of the opposite sex can’t just be friends, not even in the eyes of others? Stupid.
I went to go see Narnia, the movie was very good, I have to read the books. Everything was so pretty and so vibrant, it had the feel of a classic epic but mixed with a light hearted children’s book. The Beavers were hilarious; I thought they did them just shy of perfect. And Aslan, his voice had that beautiful rumble to it that makes me want to purr myself.
Before the movie got started Squid entertained Kelli and I with a gummy worm porno, it was so freaking weird yet great. Anthea, Rebecca, Ellen, Kelly and Carolyn all came and we sat in one long row. Anthea was the only one of us in costume, she looked great, she even had a fur coat on. I don’t eat veal and I don’t wear fur, but I do wear leather. When I was young I got a jacket with a raccoon collar, my brother got this disgusted look on his face and said he refused to wear anything he didn’t eat. I eat beef, I can wear leather, I don’t eat mink, I don’t wear them. Kinda ironic that a vegetarian has a fur coat, and a damn soft one at that.
I took Carolyn, Kelli and Squid home. We each took turns getting tours of each others houses. Carolyn showed us her many, many guinea pigs (Squid squealed with delight at how cute they were). We got to see Squid’s purple room and meet his family. Then I went to Kelli’s. Have you ever been in a conversation where you felt like a dissection specimen?
Kelli warned me that her father dislikes everyone, that the instant I stepped into their house he’d make me second guess myself and pretty soon I’d second guess myself automatically just to save time. The guy’s a lawyer who hates everyone, has been everywhere, and talks down to everything. He talks in these slow incomplete sentences with long pauses in between waiting for you to break the silence first. It was like doing one of those complicated string games but the strings are invisible and I don’t know the rules. He kept twisting the conversation, I never finished a story and I lost track of it but whenever I was lost I asked him to clarify. He likes me, I made him laugh, he thinks I’m sharp. It was a fun two hours, I like being tested on a person to person basis, so long as I know something about the topic I can hold my own. It felt like being grilled by a girlfriend’s father, it was odd but interesting.
I was telling my folks about it and my dad thinks he’s an ass, which he is, that’s obvious. He hates doctors and thinks they are all conceited introverts who glare down at everyone they consider less than themselves. Twice during the evening I had him pause, once when I asked him why he named Machiavelli when he was listing literature (my dad laughed at that) and again when he made the claim that his drumming would knock my socks off, I told him to prove it and play for me. He got real quiet and said “my drums are tied up at the moment,” I had called his bluff and he couldn’t produce, ha. He is a dick and a manipulative bastard but I enjoy the infrequent company of such people, it’s informative if nothing else.
Anthea has officially washed her hands of Erin, thank goodness. I had told Erin I had us scheduled for Mediation, her response was a hearty “Hell no,” which shocked Dominic to no end “God! What a bitch. Here you are trying to help and she – god, what a bitch.” But since they now have nothing to do with each other I can simply avoid her, to hell with talking to her.
Sierra’s having friend troubles as well; we’re planning on getting together today so hopefully I can help make her feel better.
I’ve gotta go, it’s getting late. Much Love ~J
PS I’m going to DisneyWorld next week, Yay! Roller coasters! W00t!
Ad-Board has official come back, I held my tongue for most of the meeting, I didn’t feel the need to say much. After the meeting is what I liked most. David, Rebecca and I all talked about politics and last year’s presidential election. We went out to our cars and then David, Andrew S., and our mothers all stood around outside and talked about Erin and the play. Our mothers were frustrated on our behalf and thought we ought to complain to someone.
(A quick note on Karma, Thursday, during lunch Erin got into a car accident. My first thought was, oh my god, my wish came true, oh shit, what have I done? Then I found out she was fine and I went oh, all right. I told about six other people and they all responded by suppressing giggles. No one felt bad about it, not a one went “oh that poor thing, is she all right?” How bad a person do you have to be to have everyone around you happy to see you in pain?)
The play itself was Thursday night. It went better than expected; the audience seemed to like it at least. We got there at 5 for call, we did a read through, then we went into the gym to wait for almost an hour until the show finally started at 7:30. It was such a low energy night, for me anyway. I wasn’t nervous (ok, a little but not enough to be fun) and there wasn’t that buzz I get when I’m really into it, that giddy happiness when I adore what I’m doing. It went well though, and I’m exceedingly grateful that it’s over.
Friday was interesting.
In When Harry met Sally Harry says that men and women can never be friends because sex always gets in the way, I disagree because if sex got in the way I’d have no friends because I’d want to sleep with everyone. Katie said it last year, Brendon asked last year, Jamie and Tobin said it last week, they all think that Andrew S. and I are either dating or should be. No, no thank you, he’s just my friend. Why is it two people of the opposite sex can’t just be friends, not even in the eyes of others? Stupid.
I went to go see Narnia, the movie was very good, I have to read the books. Everything was so pretty and so vibrant, it had the feel of a classic epic but mixed with a light hearted children’s book. The Beavers were hilarious; I thought they did them just shy of perfect. And Aslan, his voice had that beautiful rumble to it that makes me want to purr myself.
Before the movie got started Squid entertained Kelli and I with a gummy worm porno, it was so freaking weird yet great. Anthea, Rebecca, Ellen, Kelly and Carolyn all came and we sat in one long row. Anthea was the only one of us in costume, she looked great, she even had a fur coat on. I don’t eat veal and I don’t wear fur, but I do wear leather. When I was young I got a jacket with a raccoon collar, my brother got this disgusted look on his face and said he refused to wear anything he didn’t eat. I eat beef, I can wear leather, I don’t eat mink, I don’t wear them. Kinda ironic that a vegetarian has a fur coat, and a damn soft one at that.
I took Carolyn, Kelli and Squid home. We each took turns getting tours of each others houses. Carolyn showed us her many, many guinea pigs (Squid squealed with delight at how cute they were). We got to see Squid’s purple room and meet his family. Then I went to Kelli’s. Have you ever been in a conversation where you felt like a dissection specimen?
Kelli warned me that her father dislikes everyone, that the instant I stepped into their house he’d make me second guess myself and pretty soon I’d second guess myself automatically just to save time. The guy’s a lawyer who hates everyone, has been everywhere, and talks down to everything. He talks in these slow incomplete sentences with long pauses in between waiting for you to break the silence first. It was like doing one of those complicated string games but the strings are invisible and I don’t know the rules. He kept twisting the conversation, I never finished a story and I lost track of it but whenever I was lost I asked him to clarify. He likes me, I made him laugh, he thinks I’m sharp. It was a fun two hours, I like being tested on a person to person basis, so long as I know something about the topic I can hold my own. It felt like being grilled by a girlfriend’s father, it was odd but interesting.
I was telling my folks about it and my dad thinks he’s an ass, which he is, that’s obvious. He hates doctors and thinks they are all conceited introverts who glare down at everyone they consider less than themselves. Twice during the evening I had him pause, once when I asked him why he named Machiavelli when he was listing literature (my dad laughed at that) and again when he made the claim that his drumming would knock my socks off, I told him to prove it and play for me. He got real quiet and said “my drums are tied up at the moment,” I had called his bluff and he couldn’t produce, ha. He is a dick and a manipulative bastard but I enjoy the infrequent company of such people, it’s informative if nothing else.
Anthea has officially washed her hands of Erin, thank goodness. I had told Erin I had us scheduled for Mediation, her response was a hearty “Hell no,” which shocked Dominic to no end “God! What a bitch. Here you are trying to help and she – god, what a bitch.” But since they now have nothing to do with each other I can simply avoid her, to hell with talking to her.
Sierra’s having friend troubles as well; we’re planning on getting together today so hopefully I can help make her feel better.
I’ve gotta go, it’s getting late. Much Love ~J
PS I’m going to DisneyWorld next week, Yay! Roller coasters! W00t!
