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Whoa been awhile, I just haven't had the motivation to sit down and write though plenty has happened in the past month. The ACC Concert went very well, I didn't mess up too terribly, and everyone else sounded excellent. Anthea came and I saw Mai (a transfer student at Steller) there too, we had yummy pina colada cake and fizzy orange juice. Though I didn't get to know many people well I still had fun and I think I'll try out for it next year.
Classes are going all right I s'pose, I got into an argument with David in front of the class, which was very bad form, I should have waited to get on his case. He's the Peer Teacher for "Teen Perspectives on Sexuality and Human Identity" - it wasn't any big deal really, it was just I argued with one of his demands for our final projects. He said if you're doing something artistic it has to be a minimum of 16x20, which pisses me off because I'm doing a sexually charged Eden and I'm purposefully making it small. I figure I'll either take the point deduction or do two paintings, one small and symbolic and the other big and pornographic.
What else, I'm holding off to talk about the play since there's a lot to re-cap.
I finally paid off my monster Library fee and have gotten my new card. I promptly checked out a fictional book about Victorian Lesbian con artists. It's a touch dry and I keep skipping parts but it's interesting. I found out about it because BBC made a movie of it which I need to see, I'm curious how they'll incorporate the dual timelines.
The Activity night was pretty cool, I went to Rocky Horror for the last time. It went pretty well, I yelled a lot and scarred a few virgins, and we got a box of pizza specially delivered to us since we were busy with the movie. Right after that I DJed for about an hour. I really hate doing that, because I detest rap so I don't have any, and that's all they want to hear. I did get to play Zoot Suit Riot, since there weren't any chaperones who cared. I danced with Kelli and then Anthea cut in and I did the machismo thing of spinning two girls at once. So lovely. I lesbo slut danced with PeeB's, it was a little strange since she's straight but it was great fun anyway (I spent lunch with her yesterday, I bought her nummie ice cream). I worked the Karaoke contest since I was the one in the booth when it started. I got so pissed. Just for looks I gave them a mic without a cord or anything, just for looks, no one got it. They all thought it was real and kept tapping it and trying to make it work. When Andrew told Tobin it was a "fake mic" he went "Oh" and just DROPPED it! Not by accident or anything, he just thought it was a prop that looked like a mic and let it thud to the floor. I promptly got on the God Mic and informed him that he had just dropped fifty dollars worth of equipment (I don't know how much they run but at least that much) and if he broke it he was buying us a new one. Later on he and Squid were doing flips across the stage and Sidney catapulted into the middle speaker. Not a good night for tech. I ended up spending the last three hours watching 10th Kingdom with PeeB's, Anthea, and my Mom. Overall not bad, but not something I strictly like to repeat.
The play has been fun, challenging but cool. Wayne burned me good and proper a few weeks back. I came in late and was busy tying on my sneakers while he and a few of the boys were moving set pieces, specifically the maypole. The maypole isn't very heavy, eighty pounds at the most but probably more like forty-five, it's just freaking awkward. Wayne was talking about Lesbian roadies, or something like that. "Lesbians man, that's the key. They can unload a whole truck in under ten, I don't know why, they just can." I look over and see three, I'm not kidding, three guys lifting the maypole I can lift by myself. Me: "Dudes, are you kidding me, that suckers light." Wayne: "See what I mean, Lesbians." The whole cast did that communal "Ooooh" noise and I burst out laughing.
The fight scene put me through an emotional roller coaster stronger than my feelings for Sariah and Brian combined. I was just so terrible and I just couldn't get it. I would go home after rehearsal and mentally yell at myself for messing up so badly. I'm still pretty bad but I've gotten comfortable with the fighting so when we open to the public tomorrow I'll be ready. Billy W. made a deal with me when we first started fighting "Look, I'm not that comfortable getting hugged by people I don't know, so if we could just say goodbye instead I will make sure you get this fight perfect." He didn't keep the end of his bargain but I haven't so much as shaken his hand off stage since then. Frank's cool, I'm very comfortable around him even though I have no reason to be. We worked together on sewing sheaths for the guys and he's very patient with suck-y fighting (he's the fight choreographer, one of the two officially certified ones in the state).
When I first joined the cast I thought the girl playing Marion was a shallow, gossipy, selfish bitch. By her own words she is shallow "I don't have unattractive friends, I don't, I'm just that shallow". But though she does gossip like all females and applauds a good burn, she's sweet and wholesome in her own repressed Catholic kinda way. I took her home last night (she lives in Eagle River) and we spent a good half hour sitting outside her house talking. She talks a mile a minute but I like listening to stories. Actually she reminds me a lot of Kelli, they both have the same young, flirty enthusiasm. And they are both gorgeous, but though I realize that and I am attracted to them it's this really odd "could go either way" thing, we could be best friends or lovers and either way I'd be perfectly happy.
My knees been tweak-y, not hurting but swollen and it doesn't want to bend. I can only pray it either gets better or doesn't worsen for the next two weeks or I'm screwed.
Anything else? Maybe I shouldn't be a mother. Last night we were doing the run through and I was sitting in the wings. About fifteen feet from me is the green room. The two little girls and the boy were arguing and I could have sworn I heard the boy say "I did not throw your f*cking purse in the trash." I am far too impulsive and far too violent. I got up, and in less than seven of my steps I was next to him, I pushed him back into the chair with one hand, put my face about eight inches from his face and growled "Tell me you did not just say the word f*cking!" He was terrified, his eyes were wide and he paled before me. "No, I said 'fruity'." I blushed and immediately backed off "Oh, oh, I could have sworn I heard - sorry about that. You ok?" "I'm fine" he even smiled a little. However, Aliccia (Al-E-C-uh) got very upset with me. "You have no right to speak to him that way. In fact you should speak to any child like that. God what is your problem." "I'm sorry, I meant to surprise him, just relax. You sure you're all right kid?" "Yeah" "See, he's fine just cool it." "I am perfectly cool, you're the one who needs a sedative." Oh the guilt, I made it up to the boy by giving him a chocolate but I think Aliccia is forever pissed at me now.
I was surprised and happy last night. I sat down on the stage after the run through, waiting for notes, and I hadn't bothered to take my make-up off. A tech was standing there messing with her cell phone. I teased her a little but she couldn't hear me very well "What?" all I did was smile cheekily at her followed by something that surprised me. "You're really pretty" *blush* "And you're really blind" followed by me pulling my hat down to cover my face. "No I mean it, you really are." It always surprises me whenever anyone tells me I'm something other than hideous (and no I don't get called ugly all the time, I don't get comments on my looks) Sierra has called me beautiful. Brian, Savanah, Sariah, Kelli, Ellie, Anthea, Jenny, PeeB's, and Claire (Marion) have all called me pretty at some time or another. And Aaron, Duncan, Cody, and Tony have said I "wasn't ugly". But I've seen me in a mirror and the only features I occasionally like are: my hair, my lips, and my eyes, that's it. Oh, and I am still fascinated by my breasts, I don't even remember they're there unless I'm looking at a reflection. Claire pokes me whenever I say the word "fat", she appears to hate that words so I tease her by saying things like "Fa-bulous" "Fa-ntastic" she's a sweet girl and I'm glad I've gotten to know her. Rehearsals pretty soon I better go eat dinner, we start school shows tomorrow morning. Ahh! Here's praying. Much Fuzz and Love ~J