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 happiness is: Menquet, Seraphie, Yanagi-chan, Dollface, Fishmaster (don't ask...). And pookie, on occasion and when I feel like answering to it. I wouldn't recommend trying it, though it'll get you further than "Hey, you." measured out in miles: Memphis, TN. Boo-yah. a warm gun: Student, artist, actress, writer, joker, marauder, voice of reason, dork, inciter of rebellions, founding columnist for the fifth stall, and Beatlephile (yay, Paul!).
dancing with you:
shiny happy people holding hands:
oeakaki @ bbt
current layout: started with an image from a CD designed for a friend...seemed appropriate. titles are sap from various songs, mostly beatles.
 I'm one of Paul's bastard children.
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 As Hamlet officially swallows my soul... CUP wants me to design their poster this time around. It's Matt and Kyle's last show, and they want me to draw them like comic book characters. So I'm going to have to teach myself Marvel-style in less than 48 hours or so. I'll post the final in the gallery when it's done. Oh, man. As much as I've complained about having to have the skulls for Piglet done in such a short period of time, they're looking fucking AWESOME. They're all nasty with little bits of stringy hair stuck on and they've been rolled in dirt/ashes/whatever grunge I could find. Wheeee. I'll post pictures of them, too. Rites of Spring is this weekend, so I'm on my way out to participate in what we fondly call Debauchery 101. It's definitely a lab course. ^_~ morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, April 4, 2003 06:18 p.m.
Blargh. Man, I love my roomie. ^_^ Hope you and your muse catch up to each other eventually. And you'd better believe I'm showing up at your house for dinner thirty years from now. Are you kidding?! You can't get rid of me that easily. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Monday, March 31, 2003 05:52 a.m.
As every scholarly bone in my body cries in shame *blink* We're not supposed to do WHAT?! Apparently this was announced on the day I missed because my allergies were so nasty, because I can't find it written anywhere on the assignment. I confirmed it with some other classmates, though. No outside sources?! It's not like this is an interpretation of a single poem, in which case I could see such a restriction being placed (though I would still disagree with it...try and analyze a poem by Stevens without consulting an outside source. Just try). This is Sigmund Fucking Freud! Not only that, but part of the assignment is to, "analyze why people are, or have been, attached to an idea of children as innocent." It asks for examples of notions of childhood from either past or present, and actually asks what Wordsworth's view of childhood is in, "We Are Seven." This goes against everything I've ever learned in literature, history, or philosophy classes. And the whole point of the Search course is to make connections between the foundational literature in the first year to the stuff we're reading now and during the rest of our academic career. I could back up my argument with the gospel of Matthew, Nietzsche, William Blake...the list goes on because this is not a topic that should be addressed in a 3-4 page paper that can't use outside sources! And I'll bet my ass that if I make a general, passing reference to an idea in any one of those works, which we HAVE read in Search if not this semester, then last year, that she'll count off for not backing up my ideas. It makes me very sad and frustrated that a professor can be so insecure and intimidated that she can't even let her students do what we're supposed to do: think for ourselves. If the class discussion strays from her simple interpretations written in her notebook, she freaks out. Heaven forbid she learn something, too. Well, I'm off to re-start my paper, with a revised goal: generalize for 3-4 pages and make up examples because she obviously doesn't care that they're valid (or plagiarized, for that matter). Gaaah. To end on a happier note, though, I remembered to buy toothpaste at Walgreen's today. No more intimidating the tube with brute force! morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, March 30, 2003 09:43 p.m.
You know you're procrastinating when... 2. You clean your room. 3. You offer to clean your neighbors' room. 4. You work on the images for the next layout for your blog...but decide that coding it is too close to doing REAL work. 5. You watch a Lifetime movie about anorexia starring Lynda Carter. You cheer her on as she helps her daughter eat celery, and sigh as you recall her days as Wonder Woman. 6. You write all of this out in your blog. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, March 30, 2003 08:10 p.m.
Your mama don't dance, and your daddy don't rock & roll I am currently sulking because Kyle talked me into going to Huey's with him and Erin last night, only to decide he couldn't go. I was there with Stout, Anders, and Jeanne. Oh, boy. Apparently we're making the skulls we need for Hamlet...we don't want cheap-ass rubber ones like you get at a trick shop, and we can't use nice, expensive realistic ones because they're going to be thrown around and we can't afford spares. So...David's put me in charge of devising a way to make four or five skulls. I can't say I've ever made skulls before, but I think it should be fun...as long as one finds its way from the prop closet to my desk after the run of the show. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, March 28, 2003 09:55 a.m.
Heh. After doing research for my next set design for Much Ado, I've decided that the early Renaissance is not nearly as interesting as I'd originally thought. But then, there aren't any big technical requirements in the play. It's all character-driven, which is as it should be, I suppose. Some small part of me wants to rig a fly system and have Beatrice and Benedick rise into the air and shoot fireworks at each other during their arguments. Then again, I probaby would have had more fruitful research if I hadn't stopped every ten minutes to go read more Harry Potter fanfic. Mrrr...class. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, March 27, 2003 08:29 a.m.
Magically...delicious? I missed my Lucky Charms. Eating Christmas ones in March seemed bizarre to me, so I switched to Count Chocula which, though Halloween-themed, is SUPPOSED to be that way year-round. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, March 25, 2003 08:50 p.m.
Come, my coach. As far as what you've said in your recent entry concerning support of the troops, I totally agree. While I have mixed feelings about whether or not we (or anyone) should be over there right now, I am completely certain that I want them all home safe and sound. I know too many people in the military to believe otherwise. Nobody ever really wants war itself. I feel quite sure that Bush is sincere in his desire to do the right thing...the problem is that sincerity doesn't always mean the right choice is being made. To quote Piglet the Dane, "There is no good or bad, but thinking makes it so." Besides, what really gets to me is that at times the whole thing seems like a comedy of errors waiting to happen. Some American ignorance makes me shake my head and wish I lived in Canada (as far as that goes, I say, "VIVENT POMMES FRITES!"). And some of the unfortunate accidents that have happened to our troops since we began the attack nearly a week ago seem surreal. Bah. I have to go to class soon...and I still can't breathe. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, March 25, 2003 08:12 a.m.
Question... Fictitious. Hmm. If I'm not careful, I'll start sounding like Michael Moore. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Monday, March 24, 2003 09:26 a.m.
Fun with search hits! Perhaps I should start throwing in some more random words to catch search engines...the following is rubbish just to satisfy my curiosity: Wombats playing tennis, fuzzy bunnies, pictures of Jet Black wet or dirty, God is angry and it's because of something YOU did, hazing can be fun, naked senior citizens on trampolines, sunburns in places that shouldn't get sunburned, ninjas having tea and crumpets. That should entertain some enjoyable hits. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, March 23, 2003 11:06 p.m.
Hmm. For instance, a poll on MSN.com today claimed that 49% of Americans feel that anti-war protests are un-American, 33% said they are not, 16% said they're not but that distract the police, and 2% shrugged in indifference. Can someone explain to me why the self-proclaimed flagship of democracy can lead a war with the "intent" to free a repressed people, to give them a voice, and yet that country's own people feel that differing opinions are wrong? Part of what that 49% of people are touting is their ability to think and do and believe what they want. That's a bitch of a double standard. Ralph also brought up a good point. How long has it been since automobiles were invented that run on alternative power sources like electricity? They've had running prototypes for decades now...but guess who bought the patents? If you said the oil companies, you'd be right. If our cars didn't run on oil, do you think we'd be over there in Iraq right now? I doubt it. We may proclaim our humanitarian intentions, but those intentions are harder to find when there isn't a vested interest for Big Business. Being the slight-right Vietnam vet that he is, Ralph still manages to pull those lefty government conspiracy strings every now and then. Man, I hate politics. They irritate me because there's a lot of narrow-minded people out there, and I always end up feeling the urge to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it. It's like Search class, but on a global scale. Jesus God, that's terrifying. Anyway, on a lighter note, rehearsal went pretty well today. It was a full run, but we had quite a bit of energy and although there are still lots of things to tweak and clean up, we're at a good place for the timeframe. I really hope we can record all the music somehow...maybe Kyle can talk to Eric and we can make a field trip out to his studio. That would rule. It's still gorgeous outside. I think Paige, Helen and I are going to go drink ourselves into bliss on the swing in the quad. I have no obligations whatsoever tomorrow, so I'm all for that particular plan. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Saturday, March 22, 2003 07:45 p.m.
Last entry for the next hour, I promise.
Axis of Evil Wannabees
Bitter after being snubbed for membership in them "Axis of Evil", Libya, China and Syria today announced that they had formed the "Axis of Just as Evil", which they said would be more evil than that stupid Iran-Iraq- North Korea axis President Bush warned of in his State of the Union address. Axis of Evil members, however, immediately dismissed the new Axis as having, for starters, a really dumb name. "Right. They are just as evil . . . in their dreams!" declared North Korean leader Kim-Jong Il. "Everybody knows we're the best evils . . . best at being evil . . . we're the best." Diplomats from Syria denied they were jealous over being excluded, although they conceded they did ask if they could join the Axis of Evil. "They told us it was full," said Syrian President Bashar al-Assad. "An axis can't have more than three countries", explained Iraqi President Saddam Hussien. "This is not my rule, it's tradition. In World War II you had Germany, Italy, and Japan in the evil Axis. So, you can only have three, and a secret handshake. Ours is wickedly cool." International reaction to Bush's Axis of Evil declaration was swift, as within minutes, France surrendered. Elsewhere, peer-conscious nations rushed to gain triumvirate status in what has become a game of geopolitical chairs. Cuba, Sudan and Serbia announced that they had formed the "Axis of Somewhat Evil", forcing Somalia to join with Uganda and Myanmar in the "Axis of Occasionally Evil", while Bulgaria, Indonesia and Russia established the "Axis of Not So Much Evil Really as Just Generally Disagreeable". With the criteria suddenly expanded and all the desirable clubs filling up, Sierra Leone, El Salvador, and Rwanda applied to be called the "Axis of Countries That Aren't the Worst But Certainly Won't Be Asked to Host the Olympics". Canada, Mexico and Australia formed the "Axis of Nations That Are Actually Quite Nice But Secretly Have Some Nasty Thoughts About America", while Scotland, New Zealand and Spain established the "Axis of Countries That Want Sheep to Wear Lipstick". "That's not a threat, really, just something we like to do", said Scottish Executive First Minister Jack McConnell. While wondering if the other nations of the world weren't perhaps making fun of him, a cautious Bush granted approval for most axes, although he rejected the establishment of the "Axis of Countries Whose Names End in 'Guay", accusing one of its members of filing a false application. Officials from Paraguay, Uruguay, and Chadguay denied the charges. Israel, meanwhile, insisted it didn't want to join any Axis, but privately world leaders said that's only because no one asked them. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, March 21, 2003 12:22 p.m.
And one more thing... He sings, plays guitar and God knows what else, is an athlete, does Shakespeare, swing dances, is built like a brick shithouse, isn't a total ass, and his favorite Disney movie is the same as mine. This guy is just too perfect. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, March 21, 2003 12:16 p.m.
Whoa. Weird. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, March 21, 2003 12:12 p.m.
Stick it in your Coriolanus! Funny how a gorgeous blooming tree can smell like feet. Anders somehow managed to run into me in Shakespeare today, and in the process "accidentally" grabbed something he shouldn't've. Of course, I hit him back (I wasn't really mad about it or anything, because I've accidentally kicked him in the crotch before). And I wondered how Kyle got the impression that I had a crush on Anders, which I don't. I trust him about as far as I can throw him. Our room has a distinct refried bean odor after our first exploration of the new quesadilla maker. Must open window... morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, March 20, 2003 04:07 p.m.
Comparison: So it must be a good sign when the opposite sex throws something at you. Maybe this applies to the world order, too...does Goerge W. have a crush on Saddam so he's chucking missiles at him? ...nah. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Wednesday, March 19, 2003 11:41 p.m.
Of peasants, potatoes, and stupidity. Let me try to clarify this:
1. During WWII, the US (self-appointed leader of the Allied nations) pisses off Charles de Gaulle, leader of the Free French government because we refuse to recognize politically any government in France but the Vichy government, which surrendered to the Nazis in 1940.
There. I feel better. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Wednesday, March 19, 2003 12:56 p.m.
Two very good things: Also, regardless of your personal feelings for the pairing mentioned, this has to be one of the funniest responses to Hermione/Snape fanfiction I've seen. You know it's getting to be spring when it's nice outside even when it's overcast. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, March 18, 2003 01:40 p.m.
Deep Thought for the day Speaking of ridiculous, I thought Bush made a decent speech last night, though how they expect Saddam and his sons to just pack up and go quietly is beyond me. They should at least buy them all tickets to Disneyworld or something. Mom just informed me that a restaurant in Georgia poured all their French wine into the Chattahoochee River. This is getting out of hand. That's a waste of perfectly good wine. And what about French dressing? French doors? French cuffs? French classes? French toast? French kissing? Jesus God, I hope all of it isn't banned or referred to as "Freedom"-whatever. "Freedom kissing," just loses something. Ne, sorry I made you think of the movie again. But I think your holy water plan is a good one. Kind of like how my grandfather used to put out little bowls of beer for slugs...they smell (?) it, crawl up to drink it, get drunk, fall in and drown. Ingenious and much less gross than salt. Gaah, class. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, March 18, 2003 08:44 a.m.
Another protest, another banner.
 morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Monday, March 17, 2003 4:24 p.m.
Sweet Jesus. I'm going to be evil here and merely say, "Seven days." Mwahahaha. Have either of you seen the original Japanese version of the movie? Creepy stuff. Am I going to be shooting myself in the foot by choosing a Search essay topic on Freud's infantile sexuality theory and why it is so difficult for people to even consider, let alone accept? I can have fun with this one...nowhere does Haas say not to use outside sources on this particular paper, so I'm citing out the wazoo. I might also want to talk to Canfield about Freud's theory in relation to my women's studies course last year, but I doubt I'll have the time to take that on. o.O I have the sudden desire to watch The Sting again. I have an idea for a layout based on it...man, I wish I had screencap software. And it's too bad Willett's not here to share the movie with again. Ah, well. I blame insecurity and Nyquil. I need to sell some artwork. I'm getting low on funds, and will be until I get my taxes back. Stupid IRS. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Monday, March 17, 2003 12:15 p.m.
Erin go bragh Anyway, I'm doing my part to celebrate by drinking Irish Breakfast tea and listening to U2. I refuse to wear green because I'm not Irish, and it's more fun to let people go ahead and pinch me and respond by saying I purposely don't wear green because I LIKE being pinched. I really don't, but it's worth it to see everyone's responses. Man, I don't want to go to Search. What a way to start classes back up, with a class I don't give a rat's ass about. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Monday, March 17, 2003 09:14 a.m.
I will never go hungry again... I like driving when it's overcast. Not too bright, not rainy. I also counted thirteen dead possums, three armadillos, and a chicken. I need to remember to clean out my coffee pot before I leave on break. I felt the need to name what was growing in it when I returned. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, March 16, 2003 05:13 p.m.
You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave Also talked to Catt last night, and I hope her Japanese speech went well and that she's having loads of fun with Thorne. Argh, I have so much laundry left to do. Nothing like laundry on the Ides of March. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Saturday, March 15, 2003 06:25 p.m.
De do, do do, de da, da, da... That reminds me...I'll have to take my turntable back to school with me next year since we'll be living in East Village (cross your fingers). I know Helen already has one, but damn. She's leaving after the first semester, and I want to be able to borrow Jonathan's Miami Vice soundtrack LP and play the hell out of the mother. It's already time to go back to school as far as I'm concerned. Spent the morning dealing with Mom in a foul mood because her internet connection was down and she couldn't check her e-mail, her auditions aren't going as well as planned, and she had a headache. She was doing that one thing she does that really, really bugs me, where she questions almost everything I do. Not questions things like, "Are you sure you want to jump off that cliff?" Questions things like it makes it sound like she thinks they're stupid, when she knows one of her OWN pet peeves is people using a tone with her like they think she's stupid. She said something about that stuff I put in my hair, "to make it look funny." It's frizz-ease, because if I don't put it in my hair, I end up looking like a poodle. Look funny?! I almost called her on it, but before I could get very far, she said I was having an attitude and it was unpleasant, so she was going in the other room. Nothing pisses me off more than when someone I'm pissed at refuses to argue back. I decided against picking that battle today. She was in a bad mood, I'm PMSing, and I had to go take my grandparents to lunch. It wasn't the day to dredge up all the times she's said not to talk to her like she's stupid (which I don't), but she's immediately dismissed stuff and people as insignifigant or stupid. Like when I mention ANYONE in CUP now, she automatically goes into this, "They're evil clique-boys who are involved in a conspiracy to keep my daughter from being involved in the group but who cares because improv isn't REAL theatre so who gives a shit about it anyway," mode. She can't stand John Sexton and she's never met the boy. Nope, not the day. Then I got to spend the afternoon with my grandparents discussing how stupid piercings, Goth style, tattoos, homosexuals, actors, the internet, and my plans to teach theatre are. All in all it was a pleasant day. I want to go back to school and Hamlet. I miss my pierced, Goth, tattooed, gay, theatrical internet geek friends who think it's cool that I want to teach theatre. Not that my parents mind any of that stuff. They don't, actually, and it pisses Mom off just as much when my grandparents go off on a tangent like that. But still...I miss Cookie, and David, and Ms. Laura. And Kyle, who I've about decided is a close to a brother as I'm ever going to have. I love that kid to death because he's got one crazy scheme after another and he invests just as much heart and soul into every one of them, and he doesn't mind a thing in the world and those that he questions, it's only in application to himself. He doesn't mind people getting weird things pierced (he's best friends with Matt, for Chrissake), he just can't imagine ever doing it himself. That's the way to go. Time to go fiddle with the next layout. I completed one, but it's not the right time to use it yet. So back to the digital drawing board I go. ^_^ morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Wednesday, March 12, 2003 11:05 p.m.
Whoa. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, March 11, 2003 01:04 a.m.
Home is where you plant your butt on the couch... Mom was asking about what the boys are doing this summer, and I mentioned that Jonathan invited all of us to Florida for a week in May. She of course asked why I hadn't asked to go, and I replied that I didn't think she'd let me. Apparently she thinks it's a good idea, because she managed to talk both me and Dad into it. Who'd have thought? You know, I shouldn't be allowed to go shopping with the prospect of having an apartment with Paige, Helen, and Hannah in my head. I also shouldn't be allowed to watch the Biographies of Paul Newman and Robert Redford, because that makes me want to sit down and watch all their movies in one massive marathon. I really don't have much to blog about, since nothing much is going on here. I'd go over the events of the last few days of last week before I left school, but I'm tired and I need to peel my contacts off my eyes. I'll write more later, possibly tomorrow if I can drag myself away from the idiot box. ^_^ morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, March 11, 2003 12:45 a.m.
See the sky through the stone and wood Nabbed this quizzish thing from Thorne. I just got done helping Beth with her poetry midterm essay, so if this gets a bit pretentious, my apologies. Set 1:
1. What does love sound like?
2. What color is hate?
3. What does joy feel like (to the touch)?
4. What scent are/is home?
5. How does despair taste? No taste, except for chewed fingernails. Set 2:
1. What color is the wind?
2. What does hope taste like?
3. What scent is orange?
4. What does sadness feel like (to the touch)?
5. What does home sound like?
morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, March 6, 2003 08:53 p.m.
Third host's the charm So, if all goes well, you might wish to try this place. It's not as hi-tech-looking as Netfirms, but as long as the thing works, it's fine by me. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, March 6, 2003 02:24 a.m.
Someone to be kind to inbetween the dark and the light Beth finally had me point out who Alexi is today in the Rat, and she thinks I have good taste. I don't know what she's talking about. Went out for donuts with Bob tonight after rehearsal. It was so nice to sit and talk to a sane person for three hours. We covered the past seven months and various subjects besides, from public education to what manner of beast or man made the bizarre trail of holes in the floor leading to the bathroom. We decided on a very angry pirate with a peg-leg. Arrrrrrr. It was absolutely gorgeous today. Warmish, sunny, not too windy. It's going to be just as warm for the rest of the week, but of course that heralds rain. As long as it's not pouring while I drive home Saturday, it's fine with me. A nice evening makes for a nice walk across campus after rehearsal, especially if it's with nice company. ^_^ Damn, I need to take up the rest of this roll of film in rehearsal or something. I need pictures of these people to post. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, March 6, 2003 01:39 a.m.
I stand around at American weddings You know you've been reading and/or rehearsing too much Shakespeare when the speech patterns and word choices start creeping into your everyday speech. I have no obligations whatsoever today except to worry about Kyle and the group on their mini-road-trip to Dallas to see a production of Big Love, our main production next year. So I can work on my set design almost all day, and not have to stay up to some unholy hour Monday night to finish it. Yay. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, March 2, 2003 10:25 a.m.
This biscuit reminds me of a young Clark Gable. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Saturday, March 1, 2003 10:05 a.m.
All we hear is radio ga-ga Anyway, went to see The Crucible tonight with Kyle, Erin, Sandi, Katie, etc. I really do hate that play, but this was an outstanding production of it. There were so many bold moves...it opened with a recording of one of McCarthy's speeches, closed with one of George W. Bush's, and had no curtain call other than the straw effigies hanging in nooses from the fly system. Haunting stuff. Excellently done. I can only hope Hamlet has that same quality when we do it. Speaking of Piglet, Cookie finally ousted Tipton yesterday. It's about fucking time. The girl is a pain to work with, is completely unreliable, AND she sucks. I have no use for her, but then I knew that when she incorporated a tailgate party into Greek tragedy. I'm such an intellectual snob. This is why I plan on teaching at the college level. Oooh, on a less thought-provoking note, two important things have happened in the last 24 hours...Bob and Autumn broke up. Yikes. While I would most definitely consider Bob one of the people that would make a perfect candidate for any sort of long-term relationship, this blows any sort of joking or fantasizing about it all to hell. I wished this would happen on occasion last year, but now that it has and he's rebounding so hard he's out of the ballpark, it's my job to be his friend, which I will do. If it requires staying up until an ungodly hour talking and then getting donuts and talking some more, so be it. I like donuts. Also, went to Laura Anderson's concert last night. Girl can sing. Girl's a mediocre lyricist and composer, but she can sing. Alexi was there, and it was cold outside, so I made an offhand grumble about living on the opposite side of campus. He said he did, too, so quit complaining. I laughed and went to get my coat from the green room, taking my time and talking to Cookie, so a good ten minutes later when I emerged to leave I didn't expect anybody else to really be there. I'll be damned if he hadn't waited for me. Nothing big happened, but that was kinda cool. He made some joke that involved a British accent and it dawned on me that during auditions I kept referring to him as Laurence Olivier because he did a Polonius soliloquy and he sounded so stuffy and arrogant...I had totally forgotten that. It's completely not true, and a testament to his acting that I was convinced that he was really that way for months. Oops. Soooo...I'm going to head off to bed because I have a monster headache and I need to get up early tomorrow. I'm planning on a Chick-fil-A run because I haven't had a chicken biscuit since my senior year and I've been craving one like nobody's business lately. Mmmm...chicken. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, February 28, 2003 11:42 p.m.
Embarrassing moment redux.
Me: Oops.
The sad thing is that I almost did it AGAIN at dinner. I'm just clumsy today, I guess. I need to get my head out of the clouds, or my eyes off my feet, or something. ><;; Been working on the music for Hamlet, and boy...this is going to be so fucking cool. I hope Kyle can set up a time with Eric to record some of this stuff...it sounds absolutely amazing, and I would definitely want a CD of it. Especially the duet bits Alexi and I do, since I'm writing most of what I'm playing. I've found I really enjoy sitting in an obscure practice room in Hassell, plunking stuff out on the flute and jotting it down. I'm rusty as hell and my breath support is barely half what it used to be, but it's still fun. Anybody know why none of the files hosted by Netfirms seem to be dropping in? It could be my server being funky, but it seems odd that it's just stuff from Netfirms. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, February 27, 2003 06:20 p.m.
In which our heroine busts her ass in front of the library So yeah, needless to say, I took a dive on the library quad. Whose bright idea was it to pave that thing with slate, anyway? Slate's slick enough when it's DRY, let alone covered in ice. Then, once I got past that hazard, I made it across campus, sticking to the untouched snow that gives more traction. Some idiot girl wearing a mini-skirt (yes, I repeat: a mini-skirt) yelled at me for ruining the pretty snow. I hope she slips on the library steps, too. So I made it to the theatre without any major problems, only to find that the snow on the road in front of it had melted and turned to a solid sheet of ice. I just sort of stood there, looking at it suspiciously, and then started waddling across the street like a senile penguin. Bridgette was out in front of the theatre taking pictures of the snow, and got quite a few of my mad snow agility. I'm sure she'll send some to me, in which case I'll post one.
morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Wednesday, February 26, 2003 09:53 a.m.
Forget terrorism. I have a sinking feeling that I won't enjoy breakfast at the Rat for a while... morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, February 23, 2003 03:21 p.m.
The paradox that was the best SNL I've seen in a while... That aside, it's really strange that such a creepy guy can make me laugh so hard. He's definitely a good host on SNL, probably the best outside former cast members who come back to host. Last night's show was just absolutely amazing, and it was only made better by the fact that Willett started to repeatedly tackle and chase this annoying guy Seth that lives with Ben and Bazile...Willett can get some speed when he's inebriated. Seth was running fo rhis life, and all Helen and I could do was sit there and roll on the floor because we were laughing so hard. Don't have an incredible amount of work today...set strike in an hour and a half, but other than that I need to do some research for set design and read for poetry. That's not too much, and it won't involve too much mental effort on my part tonight. I miss Beth. I hope she's had a good weekend at home, but she can come back now. ^_^ I have this sudden urge to get in the car and go see a friend one weekend soon, like Danielle or Ani or Michelle. Wish Katie was still in Jackson, because that's a hell of a lot closer than Wake. Spring break can't come too soon, argh. This is the way I felt Junior year at Dar when things were alright mostly, sometimes bad, but never great. I churned out an interesting little doodle in Painter in the wee hours of the morning...dunno if I want to post it or not since it's shameless self-insertion into a real-life situation I feel is running around my brain, if that makes any sense. I'll finish it up and see if it's not too terribly embarassing. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Sunday, February 23, 2003 02:12 p.m.
These days are strange, I'm out of range and no bullet can harm me. It was a decent show. They've done better, but it was worlds ahead of the last improv show. And of course, there was drama between Kyle and Anders. That makes me sad...Kyle can be awfully sensitive to criticism, especially from people he would like to respect but won't let himself because he thinks they're assholes. Like Brad last year, and like Anders now. It's a shame Anders is so insecure, too, because he's a good kid underneath it all and when he just lets the baggage go. So I've decided the solution is give them both a big shot of self-esteem so maybe they can be friends like I hope they will be one day. Nicole came over before the show and we hung out here a little while, and she has a bit of a lust-crush on Alexi, which is a bit annoying. This happened last year with Matt. I kinda wish now I'd let her turn loose on Matt, and then I could have learned from observation how much of a waste of time THAT could be. Anyway, it sounds really conceited and everything, but humor me...I don't think he'd ever be interested in her, and if she ever did make a move on him I think it would turn him off bigtime because she only approaches like that if she's been drinking. Which brings to mind another observation I made last night...all the things she does that annoy me happen when she's drunk. I get along with her fine otherwise, but all the little personal habits are there when she's been drinking and it combined with the following about drove me nuts during the show last night:
Me: [paying attention to show]
So anyway, after the show Nicole went out to Joe and Jeremy's party, I went to the Kappa Sig house with everyone else, and from there to Kyle's. Jonathan is my second favorite person behind Cookie right now, because Stout cornered me and I was stuck talking to him for twenty minutes until Jonathan saw, came over and put his arm around me and led me away with a wink to Stout. Not quite what I would have planned, but it worked. Stout had this horrible look of dismay on his face...mwahaha. You know, Jonathan and I've gotten to be pretty good friends. I never thought that would happen, but I'm glad it did. I missed him. And while if the situation ever came up that we tried something other than friends, I'd give it a shot, I'm glad to have him as a friend like that to talk to until five in the morning and fight with over the better pillow. Sometimes the best thing in the world for you is to just fall asleep next to somebody while talking. ^_^ morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Saturday, February 22, 2003 05:14 p.m.
The walls are melting again, but what does it all MEAN?! morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Friday, February 21, 2003 08:20 a.m.
Uh-oh. Gaaah. Need to write my poetry paper that I've put off until the last possible minute...I'm so willing to put it off, I offered to take it to Dr. Barr's HOUSE. Catt is one of the best personal cheerleaders a girl could ever have. Thanks, I needed that. ^_^ morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, February 20, 2003 10:44 p.m.
Big Brother A message for Big Brother: Don't worry, I'm not a subversive terrorist. I'm not Muslim or Korean, if you're silly enough to be worried about that. I actually abhor politics in practice and barely tolerate them in theory, and I haven't voted once since I've been of age. I want to be a theatre teacher and an artist. I don't plan on producing a Candide or a Guernica, but I can't make any promises. I like apple pie. My highest AP test score was in American history, and my favorite time periods were both the Revolutionary War and the 1960s, if you can believe it. I care enough about America for it to make me sad sometimes. So there. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, February 20, 2003 10:38 a.m.
In with the good air, out with the bad air... I'll start at the beginning. Rehearsal Monday Tuesday night was God-awful. We had no energy, we were just walking through it, and we could tell when we went out on stage that Cookie was not pleased. She, like me, can positively radiate "bad mood." So, for one reason or another, my page and a half of lines went *poof* out of my head. Of course that pissed me off. Fortunately, she didn't say anything to us about that specifically, but then I beat myself up about this stuff enough for everyone. Saying something about it would have just been rubbing my nose in it. So I was in a bad mood, and while Paige is feeling better now, the room still has this sort of sick quality to it, and watching Rules of Attraction didn't bode well for my faith in the human race. Neither did my debate with Moss in Search about Marx. I've decided I was born at the wrong time, because I should have been a member of the Students for a Democratic Society. I looked it up on the internet to see if there were any active memberships left after the conservative backlash of the 1980s, but there aren't. So Search irritated me because Moss wasn't just disagreeing with what Mark had to say (that would have been fine), he was just not getting it at all and projecting things onto the text that weren't there. That's what he was disagreeing with, things that weren't there. And then at lunch I read all the headlines on CNN.com about Iraq and North Korea and the new anti-terror ad campaign proclaiming the virtues of duct tape, and I started thinking, "This is ridiculous. I want to move to Canada." Then in Poetry class we read Lowell's "For the Union Dead," which isn't exactly the most uplifting poem as far as America is concerned. Granted, Lowell is one of the most passionate believers in America and his religion in contemporary American poetry, but that only serves to show how rarely such believers come along nowadays. I usually like when themes and things overlap between classes and semesters, but by the end of the day I was feeling a bit like a man without a country OR a proper era, without much to believe in. Not to mention my shoulder is killing me for some reason, and I'm so tense my teeth hurt. Melodramatic, maybe, but when the one thing you have faith in is yourself and you go and fuck something up royally, it leaves you a bit out to sea. Dinner with Nicole made me feel a little better, as did an e-mail from Bob. I was certain I knew my lines last night, I was still in a bad mood but a little more upbeat, and rehearsal seemed like it was going to go okay. Well, we had more energy, but for my part it was a result of being so tightly wound I put Dick's hatband to shame. So we get up and do the play within the play, and I fuck my lines up AGAIN. I've never had anything personal creep onto the stage before...I yawn onstage a lot, but that's easy to conceal and actually a sign of good breathing. I've never actually had to hide a breakdown on stage before. It worked with the scene though, and I managed to get offstage, but into a corner opposite the one door into the classroom. I was stuck, so I decided to huddle up and try to get myself under control until I could leave. The ironically nice thing about my breakdown during Nightingales was that nobody gave a shit about me, so there was no way I could cry in front of any of them. It was easy to get back to my room and get it over with there. But nooooo...we're all friends in this cast, people have to notice when you're upset. Alexi noticed and came to sit by me on the floor, and he gave me a hug, and in my head I'm like, "NO! I'm one of those people who's fine at funerals until somebody gives me a hug and then I can't stop crying!" And of course I'm right. It's not bawling or anything, but enough to irritate me and make other people get concerned, and I'm sitting there muttering at myself to stop it. I was alright for the rest of rehearsal, but I knew I wasn't done. I got back to my room, and just thinking about how I've never had problems learning lines before and how much difficulty I'm having with five fucking pages was enough to make me cry again. Of course Mom calls right then. It was fine, though, because I got the rest of it out of my system with her and I do feel better. It's good to know I have such good friends, or acquaintances, even. Some of the people who were concerned I wouldn't have claimed as friends, if only because we don't know each other very well. I do now. I'm going to go talk to Cookie today, I think, and let her know what's been going on. Stress is a bitch, all the moreso when you put it on yourself. I still want to join the SDS. ^_^ morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Thursday, February 20, 2003 09:43 a.m.
Apologies. I'll write more after I've mulled and calmed a bit, but I will say this for now: in every other case, I've loved it when ideas and discussions from my classes overlap. I'm not too fond of them bleeding into one another at the moment. I blame my foul mood and current fatalistic mentality. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Wednesday, February 19, 2003 04:37 p.m.
Blargh. It irritates me when people don't show up for rehearsals, and then still manage a holier-than-thou attitude about the whole thing. Excuse me? When you show up for rehearsals and get every little nuance right, THEN you can take that attitude. So fuck you, Sarah Tipton. I snapped at Nicole, too, because she was on book and not speaking up, and I was frustrated because I couldn't remember my page and a fucking half of lines, and Alexi was playing the guitar right next to me, and she was feeding the lines to me one word at a time...I think I said something along the lines of, "I can't hear a damn word you're saying, and could you give me the rest of that line, please." It was a hard please, not one there for courtesy or apology. It was an accusing please. I feel a little bad, but I think she deserved it a little. Speaking of Alexi, I've decided he looks a lot like Charles from Darlington. Well, minus the whole scruffy thing. And with brown eyes. But he's built like Charles (and by built, I mean BUILT), and he has some of the same mannerisms. Not nearly as much of an ass as Charles, but still a little cocky. Too bad he's too busy being perfect to have any interest in the opposite sex. And Jeanne is driving me crazy with the whole, "I like Anders and I can't help it," routine. Bah. You like Anders? Great. I give it a month before he's a complete and total ass to you, and you get upset, and everyone can say I told you so. I admit, he's been a lot nicer to me and everyone else lately, but still...I don't trust him as far as I can throw him, as far as personal stuff goes. Great scene partner in class. Bad scene partner in life. I just ate a chocolate vagina and had a gin and tonic on a Tuesday night. Jesus, I'm weird. And bitter. I need to pay attention to my title image, I suppose. In the meantime, I'm going over to Kyle's to watch Rules of Attraction with a bunch of people. Fuck my poetry paper, she said we can wait until Friday to turn it in. Friday it is. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, February 18, 2003 11:34 p.m.
Proof that I'm a dork: I was the coolest English teacher EVER. And this is why I'm a dork...I awoke from a dream without a scrap of naughtiness in it, thinking it was one of the best dreams I've ever had. Now I know I really DO want to teach, and at Hogwarts, if at all possible. ^_^ Though I suppose something with collegiate gothic architecture will have to do. Back to bed for me. I have to finish this lesson on Beowulf and epic heroes. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Tuesday, February 18, 2003 12:35 a.m.
Since tomorrow is my Pita's six-month anniversary... The gallery has also been updated, with three new oekaki in what has become the Harry Potter section. I skipped poetry class today. I want to keep an eye on Paige since she's got her head in the trashcan, and I didn't really feel like discussing poetry I didn't read in its entirety, and disliked what little I read. I'll just have my essay ready for Wednesday. Someone should start checking her snail mail, because a package o' fun shall arrive soon. Mwahahahaha. morgan smiled the smile of the wicked Monday, February 17, 2003 04:18 p.m.
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