Movin on up

Hokay, so. Here is the earth. . .

Yesterday morning I moved into my dorm with my two roommates, Jamie and Kim. The three of us were pretty upset about being tripled, but as it turns out it really isn’t that bad. We all seem to get along pretty well and there’s more space that I would have expected. My personal issue with the situation is that both Jamie and I have beds that are crazy high up. I’m on a loft bed, with my desk and things neatly tucked underneath and she has to sleep on the top bunk of Kim’s bed. Even though I had a bunk bed at home, I never slept on the top, because I was too lazy to climb up and down every morning and night and because the ladder part hurt my feet. This is definitely something I have to get used to. On the bright side my mattress is way more comfortable than I thought it would be. This is probably due to the 8000 inches of memory foam my parents and I put on it when we got here.

I am actually very impressed with the amount of space I have in this room. All of my clothes fit in a wardrobe and two dresser drawers. I also managed to fit my trunk and my plastic drawers in the wardrobe, plus towels and shoes. I have a third drawer to my name, because there are nine drawers and three girls so we split them easily using our intellectual college math minds. I stuffed all my clothes into two so that I could use my third drawer for food, because it was getting in the way when it was in my closet. I now officially have a drawer of unmentionable starches. Speaking of food, I’ve already had two pieces of the zucchini bread my grandmother made me and I had to stop myself from having more. It’s excellent and great with coffee for breakfast. J I haven’t gone to the dining hall yet, which is conveniently –very- close to my dorm. I made myself some soup for dinner last night and had some zucchini bread. I was still getting things organized. In fact, I’m –still- getting things organized.

This morning I went for a bike ride on my pretty stylish bicycle. I wanted to explore the campus, but I was only out for like an hour. It was just too hot. The humidity is awful and it isn’t really worth going outside at this point. Unfortunately my other option is hanging out in my dorm, which is fine, because I like my roommates, but there isn’t a lot to do and our internet isn’t working. (I’m writing this as a word document to post later.)

*sidenote* We did finally get our internet up and running, a handy IT man came in and told us we did things wrong. :-P Go figure.

Overall I like it here a lot, but I'm really anxious for classes to start. I feel like I don't have much to occupy my time right now.

Annnd Now! Pictures of my new home.

This is one of the doors to my wardrobe. . . I thought I was pretty cool.



And inside my very cluttered wardrobe. (sorry its fuzzy, I was too lazy to retake it.)


This was the first poster I put up. Its on the inside of my wardrobe door. I didn't want my roommates to judge me right away. . .


And the other door.


And this is kind of my area of the room. I share the dresser in the corner with my roommate Jamie.



So yeah. . . that's my room. . . not including the other side which my roommates have.

What am I doing?

Lately, I have been having some trouble focusing. Normally I would attribute my distractions to the Christmas season. This, I have to admit, is understandable. How can one expect a person to be productive with there's five seasons of Angel on DVD just waiting to be watched? You can't really. Especially if that person is me. So I was under the impression that the reason I didn't even glance at my homework last week was because of the massive pile of wonderful books and DVDs I got for Christmas. The only flaw in that theory is that I didn't read any of the books I got for Christmas last week, and there were times (god forbid) that I got a little restless with watching Angel. So how did I manage to avoid accomplishing anything? Of course now we're all thinking, "she's a teenager, she's supposed to be lazy." Which in some cases is regrettably true, however, I like to think that when it's necessary I can be a very productive human being. Unfortunately, I've encountered this overwhelming lack of motivation in the last month that likely has stemmed from being accepted into CNU.
I feel like my academic efforts for the past four years have been rewarded, and now I would like to rest. The problem with this is that I am in no way finished. In addition to having two semesters of classes left, those classes are all IB and therefore require IB testing of some sort. Lucky me! This includes IAs. For those of you who don't speak IB that means internal assessment. Which roughly translates into hellish research projects I have no desire to do. Just the thought of having to do these projects, is painfully overwhelming so my brilliant 'dealing' technique has been exactly the opposite. Not thinking about them, not dealing with them. Unfortunately that plan was short lived and now I have a pile of projects knocking on my door threatening to blow my house down and I don't have a fire place. Any yet, everytime I sit down to work my brain shuts off. Suddenly everything else becomes much more important. I've learned in the past few years that I cannot work in a messy room. If my bedroom is messy I can't do my homework. It's too much of a distraction for me. . . I've cleaned my room, four times in the last week trying to get rid of that distraction. I still haven't done any of my homework. This has left me dissapointed and frustrated. I'm angry at myself for letting almost two weeks pass without furthering myself at all. And now, at the end of the last day that I had to work on my assignments I'm too overwhelmed to even know where to begin. I have let myself fall into what is becoming a bottomless pit.

Right now, I can't help but think that I could have gotten into CNU without the IB program and it would be nice to not have to deal with all of that.

*Sigh*

Oddly enough this blog started with a direction. It ended up being more of a rant than I'd intended.

My Apologies.

DECEMBER

Dear Devoted Blog Readers. . . yeah I know, there's like one and a half of you.

Hi, I suppose I should start posting on here sometimes. I apologize for not posting more often, but I wasn't aware that you guys actually read this. Hmn. Good to know.

So where should I start. The beginning is as good a place as any:

I was born on February 12th in the year of 1991. . . Okay fast forward to this month at least. December.
Its a big month for me because, thats right, you guessed it, HACK AND SLASH CHRISTMAS SPECIAL. Its my taste of faire during the off season and believe me I didn't realize how much I was missing it. We went to the Saturday Matinee show this year, which I wasn't happy about, because no one I knew from faire was really there. However, T-Shirt Boy was there, and let's be honest that's half the reason I was so excited to go. (Yes, please mock me all you want. But he's fantastic.) It was a great show though. I was really impressed with Christmas Future this year. He wasn't a faire performer, (maybe that's why he was so good.) but I have to say I was really impressed. The London Broil were also wonderful as the Cratchets (SP?) those guys make me giggle.
This year Jason and I got Hack and Slash holiday survival kits. . . we thought they were cute. OH! And we finally sprung for VIP this year. It was pretty sweet to not have to wear my glasses to see the show. Even when I sat further back with Erik during the second act, I was fine without them. Yeah, so that was great fun.
On the way home we had some fantastic pizza. It was sausage and ham and bacon and messy, but quite delicious. It was ultimately a great day.

What else?
Oohh I finally finished writing my one act. Its awful. Let's be honest. It is in no way a well written show, but my cast is awesome and the one rehearsal I've had so far was a blast, so things in that department are looking up. However, I did find out that I don't technically need to direct this show for IB credit. I feel like I"m doing it for nothing, but all is not lost. I know that its a great experience and I'm having a blast playing Director for a little while. Nick even mentioned that my directing style is very like Ms. Passey, and I took it as a compliment. :)

Speaking of Passey, (these segweys are getting quite good) she's back in the states visiting and I saw her Tuesday. Hooray! It was great to see her and talk all about her German adventures. We miss her a lot here, but I think we've all finally adjusted to McCormick. Class has been frustrating lately, because I haven't learned anything of a performance nature this year. He wants it to be independent study, but its pretty much been all about one acts or Fiddler. Hopefully we'll pick things up.


SO TODAY IS CHRISTMAS! Definitely forgot about that until just now.
My amazon wishlist was WIPED OUT this morning. I got more books then I know what to do with. I'm a little sad that I don't have more time to read them all, but I'm very happy with all of my gifts. They're great. Among the more surprising ones were a surger!!!! (Mrs. Shelton will probably appreciate that the most), the entire Angel series on DVD (my Joss Whedon collection is getting quite impressive), an external hard drive, and like a thousand books (no really, every other gift I opened today was a book. I'm not complaining.). Jason got me Dr. Horrible's Sing A Long Blog on DVD, and I was quite stoked. We've already watched it once today and I can't wait to see the special features.
The food today was pretty excellent and I officially feel like I'm going to explode. I also managed to epically fail a game of phase ten, but my fierce score from last night's scrabble game makes it all alright.

o0o! Also, I'm working on a bucket list. 100 things I want to do before I die. It isn't something that I would normally do, however, Erik asked me to do it so that he knows what my goals in life are, so that he can help me achieve them. Did I not say that he was great? I'm only on like. . . eighty something though, so if you've got any suggestions PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE feel free to suggest away!

Anywho, I'm exhausted. Today has flown by!

So Merry Christmas and blah blah blah. I'm going to watch a movie or read a book or something equally relaxing.

I'll try to keep up with this thing a bit more.

A bunch of random things to say. . .

So One Acts. . .

Wow. Auditions were Monday and Tuesday of this week and can I just say I really miss some of the people we used to have at Edison. Not to say that those who auditioned were terrible, but I do get kind of irritated when people just get up and read. Where's the interpretation? Characterization anyone? I don't care if its wrong. . . just something would be nice. I'm mean I was pretty sure that they could read before going on stage I didn't need them to prove it to me. But anyways, let me step down from Maria's Bitter Bear Chair. Callbacks are tomorrow and I'm optimistic about finding a great cast for show. That I haven't finished writing yet by the way. Which is on my stress pile. . . yeah its a big pile this week. Especially regarding the two major tests I have tomorrow on units that I pretty much slept through. Thank you Fiddler on the Roof for that. . . Alright lets be honest it isn't completely fiddler's fault. I mean. . . I haven't exactly gone to bed before three at all this week. . . Thanks to a certain t-shirt boy. Heh. Yeah. Aside from severe senioritis things have been really great lately. *Knock on wood* Like last week was just one wonderfully epic event after another. As if two and a half days off school isn't enough to make me ecstatic I also amost completely finished moving into my new bedroom AND!!!!! I got a kitten!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! She's awesome. I named her Willow after much debate between that and Moglet. Eventually I came to the conclusion that Willow would be easier for the rest of the family to remember. She's super sweet and sounds like a motorboat when she purrs. All cats should be this awesome.



Did I mention she's gorgeous? Yeah, that too. She kind of took over that basket. . . I don't know why but she seems to like it a lot.

Right, I'll leave you with that for now. . . perhaps some studying will happen before bed.
heh.

Fiddler on the Ruff.

Wow. So CRAAZZZZZY experience. That show, despite my distaste for its solemn nature has kind of become my baby. Why you may ask? Well I will tell you. Lets start with make up. I enjoy doing hair and make up it's definitely a blast, but you know what I do not enjoy at all? Giving men artificial facial hair. First of all, spirit gum. . . will never be pleasant. Ever. It smells awful and I felt so bad for all the guys who had to wear it on their chin all night for many nights, not just the shows, but the dress rehearsals too. Also, the shinanigans that we used to gray their hair. Was even worse. The make up room was like a pool of toxic fumes by show time. I'm amazed I didn't pass out every night. However, in my opinion the guys looked great. Particularly Will Glad who played the rabbi. People didn't even recognize him. We aged him quite a bit. I was proud of the work we'd put into it. It was definitely worth the many many hours I had to stay AFTER rehearsals to try and force decisions out of McCormick about beards and hair. Next, costumes. I didn't design them so I can't take credit for that, but boy did it feel like I made a lot of them. I spent many nights working on shirts for Kit and Brianna trying to help them out with the MASSIVE load they'd taken on. Ultimately I thought things were pretty authentic right down to the hats and the prayer shawls. Definitely worth the extra hours. Although I've officially slept through way too many physics and topics classes and have no fallen behind. Oh wait did I mention the acting part. Yeah. STRESSSSSSSFUL. I was so freaked out about the whole thing. Don't make me sing. Really. That's way out of my comfort zone. I thought Inga Swanson surpassed my comfort zone. Yeah I was wrong. Singing is way more nerve wrecking than flirting incessantly. I think I learned a lot though. Especially about character development and working with new people. Directors especially. It was definitely way different than what I was used to, but in the end I was greatful for Mr. McCormick's firm direction, because while it wasn't necessarily what I wanted to do with the character it was still a good push in a good direction. I think I've come out of this show with significantly more strength in my ability to act as well as my ability to take criticisms constructively.

So thanks to everyone who came to the show and if you came to see the show this past Thursday, let me personally apologize for everything that went wrong. Much of it wasn't anyone's fault, but still. That was a poor excuse for a show. Saturday made up for it, and I wish everyone who'd come on Thursday had returned on Saturday, because if you were honest when you said that Thursday was good, you would have been blown away Saturday.

Anyway, hopefully photos to come, because that would be neat.

My First Non Faire Post Faire Weekend.

Okay, so I cheated. I went to PA Faire. But it was dramatic. . . .

So first we all woke up a little later than we had anticipated. The faire didn't open until ten which meant we had to leave our house by 8. I didn't get up until about 7:20. For those of you who don't know me very well, it takes well over 40 minutes for me to get ready in the morning. But I jumped in the shower really quickly (opting for curly hair due to the rainy forcast) and got out. I decided to just wear my pants and a cami instead of my chemise and corset on the ride, because that wouldn't be comfortable. So I get everything together and I decide that I should just put my make up on in the car to save time. Well. . . we get about half an hour down the road before I realize that I have forgotten my make up. So no make up. Not a big deal. . . . Maybe not for you. Half my confidence comes in my make up. Its exactly why I'm willing to pay so much money for it. It makes me feel better about the pizza pie that is my face. Anyway another hour and I had gotten over that.

Well according to our GPS we arrive three hours later, but wait. . . that was the wrong address and the real faire was actually another 40 minutes away. . . this meant we were going to be 40 minutes late to the opening of faire. Gr! On the way to the real faire grounds we got stuck behind an accident. More ickyness.

But finally we got there and we all finished dressing. It even looked like the clouds had cleared and the rain was finished.

We weren't there for an hour before it started POURING. Unfortunately it poured at a pretty costant rate, so it was very hard to walk around without being miserable. Mandy and I were both cursed with cold wet feet and Jason was soaked from head to toe. Needless to say that fairgrounds were like a ghost town. There was NO ONE. Finally we gave up and took shelter under a small over hang where some guy was singing good songs, and we tried to wait it out. We were under there for a really long time. It was cold, and windy, and wet and no one seemed to be very happy. One tiny silver lining was a rather attractive man that was also under the overhang, but he quickly went from attractive stranger to creepy guy.

After forever we decided to brave the rain (me with a spiffy new umbrella) to go shopping. (PA is an excellent shopping faire btw.) Well by that time all the shops had begun closing up. . . the faire was closing. . . and we had to leave.

To add insult to injury as we walked out they were handing out free tickets for the next day (sunday). We were planning to go home THAT night and couldn't come back the next day. So the three of us had paid 30 bucks to stand under an overhand and then get kicked out of the faire.

We were seething. . .

I've generally had a good opinion of PARF I've been there two or three times before and they were all a blast, but this was really upsetting. In Maryland. . . we would have stayed. They would not have closed and it would have been one of the best faire days ever. Just like Hurrican Hannah. I understand that they have a significantly smaller gate count than Maryland usually does, but still. Thats ridiculous. They even have paved roads. Maryland turns into a swamp on days like that, and they don't close.

Ultimately I was really dissapointed with my weekend. However, I do have photos for you. Including one of me and my umbrella. Not the lack of make up though. Scary isn't it?

H&S's last weekend. :(

This past weekend was Hack and Slash's last. Boy is that a sad concept. Let's be honest, they're the most comical act there. They're both freakishly intelligent and very talented performers. I hate that they give up the final weekend at Maryland for the Medieval Babes who I find to be vastly overrated. Anyway on a slightly less bitter note, I hate fun yet again this weekend.

Despite a rather slow start Saturday was likely one of the best days ever! Not only was it Jason's birthday weekend, but Jim Nieb AND Scott Grossman were back visiting. Albannach was also back looking just as fantastic as ever. I even got to see Becky Sue for a bit. Which was great.

Needless to say Bloody Drama was FANTASTIC having Jim and Scott back. Not that Slash and Bob don't get the job done, it was just nice seeing the old crew up there again.

Sunday had a rather slow dramatic start as well, but eventually we made it to faire, but the overall mood of the day was kind of sad. It was my second to last day and I was pretty down about it. I'm not ready to say goodbye to everyone for such a long period of time. Despite my general unhappiness I still had a good time. Running into a real scotsmen :) and getting to spend time with Jesse and Joe and all the other people there that I love a whole bunch.

Plus Jesse gave me the pretty rose ever.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll have more to say later. Maybe at some point I'll start to talk about my non faire life. . . . didn't think I had one of those did you? Well I assure you its significantly less interesting.