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Search papers are eeeeevil.
So I spent a long, long, LONG time writing my search paper last night. I started yesterday afternoon after dinner, which as many of you know is early for me as far as paper writing goes (it was due this morning at 9:40). I even had the outline all planned and everything.
But for some reason, the damn thing refused to be written. I kept thinking of ways to alter my outline, and then when I finally made my point, it was only 3 pages long. I'd said everything I wanted to say, and I'd made my arguments, but I was short by 2 pages. So I added some art history filler and stopped at 4 pages. Screw it, if Jackson doesn't like the angle I took, he can tell the administration they need to institute an art track of second-year search.
Anyway. Got that turned in, skipped bio, and sat outside with Helen and Paige. It's so gorgeous here...I'm so glad it's fall. I love the weather now...except for the weekly storm and consequential flooding of the buildings.
I also finished my Hamlet soundtrack, label and all. For any interested, I'll post the track listing. If I didn't explain this before, Kyle, Matt, Nicole, Travis and I all decided to make our own Hamlet soundtracks and then compare to see how similar/different our visions of the show are. I finished mine first, and upon listening to it, Nicole said she couldn't sleep because she was so weirded out by it. ^_^
1. Mode of Adam – Yamashirogumi/Dir en Grey
[1.1, the guards and Horatio encounter the ghost]
2. Song Yet to Be Sung – Perry Farrell
[1.2, celebration with Claudius and Gertrude]
3. Evan – Hammer
[1.2, "O that this too too solid flesh would melt..."]
4. Tomodoi – PhI
[1.3, Laertes and Ophelia (tomodoi="together")]
5. Battle Against Clown – Yamashirogumi
6. Sanctus – PhI
[1.5, "Mark me." "I will."]
7. Darkness Darkness – Robert Plant
[3.1, "To be, or not to be..."]
8. When Doves Cry – Ani DiFranco
[3.1, "Get thee to a nunnery."]
9. Love to Hate You – Erasure
[3.2, "What call you this play?" "The Mousetrap."]
10. Miserere Mei, Deus – Choir of New College, Oxford
[3.3, Claudius confesses (miserere mei, Deus="have mercy on me, God")]
11. Kaneda – Yamashirogumi
[3.4-4.3, all hell breaks loose in Denmark (kaneda="capable of any crime")]
12. Greensleeves – Loreena McKennitt
13. Rhythm of the Heat – Peter Gabriel
[4.4, "How all occasions to inform against me..."]
14. Story of Your Bones – Jennifer Nettles Band
[5.1, Hamlet reflects on Yorick and Ophelia]
15. Requiem
[ACT V! Now everybody die!]
16. Mode of Eve – Dir en Grey
[5.2, "Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage...", end with Ophelia underwater]
I'll post the label graphic as soon as I can get a screencap of it from Roxio.
Morgan signed this autograph on Tuesday, October 15, 2002 04:48 p.m..
It's hard to like rain...
...when it makes the campus smell like wet dog. And floods three of the buildings I have classes in. I think it's time to start work on the ark.
Heh...ark. "Here, gibbon, gibbon. Here, boy." God, the CUP show was good. Well, except for the part where Mom is still holding a grudge for my not getting in last year...I realize it's her job as a mom to take my side in stuff like that, but they're my FRIENDS. I can't hold a grudge against them like that...it was a choice between being bitter about something that happens daily in this profession, or remaining friends with them. In the end I chose to let my pride go, because I can't imagine life at Rhodes without them. She needs to just drop it, or at least figure out that it pisses me off when she speaks badly of them. Christ.
Parents weekend was just weird. I'm glad I got to see the folks and all, but neither of them were feeling particularly good, and they're both stressed from Macbeth and Mom's show, and their hotel was a five-day trek across the WORST part of Memphis, traffic-wise. So I hardly spent any time with them. They loved the show, and I think they enjoyed the CUP show, but Jesus. Sometimes it's so hard to adjust to the re-entry of people into your life.
I'm sooooo not looking forward to Sunday. Why the hell are we taking Our Town to Carruthersville again? I just hope Kyle brings along like six bottles of wine for the trip back. And that Stout doesn't try to get all touchy-feely again. That was so BIZARRE.
Whoever said women are the more complicated sex obviously never spent extensive amounts of time around theatre folk.
I'm somewhat anxious about biology tomorrow...I want Tuesday's test back, but I'm nervous to see how I fared. It's my first science class in two years, I hope I kicked its ass as much as I think I did.
I can now claim that despite my dislike toward long hair and anything more than slight, Crockett-style scruffiness on men, I have now found two guys whom I think look BETTER with them. The first would be George Harrison, bless 'im, and Jonathan. He shaved last week, and I'm still not used to it. He's lost that Robert Redford/Sundance Kid quality. I still love his hair, though. If he cuts that off, I'll lock all three cats in his room and let them piss as they will.
You know, the freshmen theatre geeks this year rock my face off.
Whew. I think this entry made up for my complete lack of attention for the last week and a half. Now I need to go find chocolate of some kind...
Morgan signed this autograph on Wednesday, October 9, 2002 10:48 p.m..
No more Our Town!
Thank God...now I have free time to to homework, sit around, and think about Hamlet. Yay, I got Hamlet, yay.
Sorry to those of you who have been waiting for me to update this thing...we had a big-ass storm here Friday and my internet access was nil. So yes, excuses, excuses.
Days when I have a paper, presentation, and exam are no fun. But it is gorgeous outside. God, I love fall. It's so purdy.
I need food. I promise I'll update some more tonight when I get back, but this is just to satisfy a certain someone who IMed me and reprimanded me for my lack of updates. Silly wabbit.
Morgan signed this autograph on Tuesday, October 8, 2002 04:55 p.m..
Eeeek, almost didn't make my deadline!
Hopefully SOMEONE won't say that I've gotten to lax in my journaling. Last week was hell week for the play, so naturally if it didn't have to do with "Our Town," I didn't have time for it.
Also, coffee + keyboard = AAARGH. I spent the better part of an hour cramming bits of paper towel between the keys to absorb the liquid. Fortunately, I don't think it did any damage. It smells like Starbucks, but it works just fine.
I need my hats. I miss my hats. I wonder if Mom would let me have that fedora she bought this summer? Hmmm....worth a try.
Gotta go read biology. Blech, after that particularly gory dream I had this afternoon, I don't think I'm up for anatomical diagrams.
Morgan signed this autograph on Monday, September 30, 2002 11:41 p.m..
Windows XP
Grrrrr. I had to switch my OS to Windows XP in order to remain online at school, and I've decided it can kiss my hiney. It has conflicts with almost every multimedia device I own (my DVD-ROM, my tablet, my MOUSE...)
So anyway, the weekend was good. Got very, very inebriated Saturday night, and I'm not sure it was good for my relationship with Jonathan. We BOTH need to be drunk to get along, I think. When it's just one of us, it doesn't work. We were both trying so hard to be "normal" around each other and everyone else that we ended up pretty much ignoring each other, which is a back-asswards way of wanting attention. It's so stupid. But he said he wanted to be friends, so by God, I'm going to be his friend. Whether he wants it or not, even.
Gotta run watch Magnolia with Travis and Kyle. Wheeee, homework avoidance is the best.
Morgan signed this autograph on Monday, September 16, 2002 09:08 p.m..
One last comment...
Professor Hendrickson's closing comments after her talk last night concerning her experience in New York a year ago:
"And may I honestly say, out loud, may God bless America. I think we're going to need it."
Wow.
Morgan signed this autograph on Thursday, September 12, 2002 12:13 p.m..
Hmm.
At the dessert counter in the Rat today, they had cakes with red, white, and blue icing piped into pretty borders and swirls. One read, "Where were YOU? 9/11/2001," and another read, "Divided We Fall."
Is this disturbing to anyone else?! This isn't V-J day we're celebrating here, folks, we're observing an American tragedy a year after it happened. The wounds haven't healed enough to have icing piped on them yet. And I also don't like the little ribbons they've manufactured by the gross that they're handing out. If you don't wear one, you get a dirty look. Sorry, but I'd rather not buy my grief off an assembly line. It's not like they need us to buy the ribbons to keep the boys overseas armed.
So this put me in a foul mood right before I have to go do this 9/11 read-thru for David. Bah.
Morgan signed this autograph on Wednesday, September 11, 2002 05:00 p.m..
Comfortable uncertainty
I'm not sure what that is, but I think I'm feeling it right now. I talked to Jonathan and we've decided to be "friends without it being weird", if that's at all possible. I agree, mostly because if (and that's a big, huge, gigantic IF) anything more were to come from this little spark we've just had, it needs plenty of time and room to grow. I think he's scared, and between that and my not having any clue whatsoever I want out of this, the best and most I can do right now is just to be his friend. As good a friend as I can be.
I also need to talk to Matt about this whole thing...which is not going to be easy. Not at all. But I finally talked to Kyle (it involved calling him at the house at midnight last night and having him meet me in front of the theatre), and he agrees. He also thinks I shouldn't let him make it into a five-minute conversation, either, but I'm not sure I know how to do that with Matt. We never really talked while we were doing that odd...whatever the hell that was...last year, so it seems horrible to start the communiques now under these circumstances. It needs to be done, though, because I know he's hurt, and that's the last thing I want for him. So I guess I need to be a friend to him, too, if he'll let me.
So in a nutshell, my night consisted of: rehearsal, Huey's with Travis and Nicole, talk with Jonathan, talk with Nicole, talk with Kyle, talk with Nicole, talk with Travis, then bed at five in the freakin' morning. Yikes. Way to start the semester there, Morgan.
Class...graah. Wonder how Travis handled the pseudo-all-niter?
Morgan signed this autograph on Wednesday, September 11, 2002 09:45 a.m..
My favorite things...
...at the moment: James Taylor, Penny Lane, JavaCity is open, Sandi is the bestest, NO MORE PLANKING ON THE SET, my room mate for being so damn silly, and honey. Yay.
My God, that was the perkiest entry I've ever posted. This is getting bad.
I also discovered I left one of my favorite earrings over at Jonathan's. The clear glass drop ones my mom gave me for Christmas years ago? Yeah, those. I hope it's not lost forever in the abyss known as his room...but I guess this just gives me an excuse to go back over there. ^_~
Morgan signed this autograph on Tuesday, September 10, 2002 06:38 p.m..
Just taking a moment...
...to say:
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I'm not doing very well with keeping my mind off certain things...or people...or perhaps one person in particular. Just thought I'd let everyone know.
Morgan signed this autograph on Tuesday, September 10, 2002 12:33 a.m..
Penny Lane vs. Mint Skittles
Yikes.
Okay, very, very event-filled weekend...I don't mean like events at a 'con, either. I mean big, impact-yielding social occurences, one after another. Like 1969 all over again...man on the moon, Woodstock, Abbey Road, andmy mom graduating from high school. Well, you get the picture.
Friday night was not all that incredibly promising. In fact it was kind of a downer. But Saturday night...well. We were all at the theatre sitting around, enjoying ourselves, and being stupid. You know, like what we do in the winter but without the fire. It involved talks, new people, and dances to Penny Lane. Some of us then went back to the Den of Sin...and some of us ended up spending quite an impressive amount of time with one another (namely Jonathan and me).
I won't go into detail here, but as Travis said, "You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife all last year, and I think it just snapped like a tight guitar string." And you know what? I'm very glad it did, because I was really happy. It was nice to be treated the way I felt I should be treated for once, and now that it's happened I'm pretty sure I want it to happen again.
Now, the down side. The only two people whose reactions I was concerned about were Kyle and Matt. Kyle's fine with it, I think...I need to talk to him, but he doesn't have a problem with two of his good friends finally putting their differences aside. Way aside. Like all the way to fucking Timbuctoo. Matt, on the other hand...I didn't think he saw the two of us before he went to bed, but apparently he did. He hasn't said anything, and I don't think he will, but he was in one of the weirdest moods I've ever seen yesterday, and I wasn't the only one who noticed it. I was already feeling a little guilty about it...not about what happened, but that I might have hurt Matt. That's the last thing I want to do. He's fragile enough without a girl ripping his heart out. So I was talking to Travis on the porch last night, explaining what I just said, and Matt comes out to take out the garbage. He just sort of gives us a dejected "hello", and Travis gives me this look over his grandpa pipe that said, "Too late on that one...that poor bugger's feeling pretty down." Oops. So then Matt comes and talks to us about random stuff, and somehow mint Skittles come up. He likes them, he says, and I say I tried them a while ago before they hit the market but that I didn't really like them. Maybe I should try them again.
Matt and some other people go to the store to get junk food, and when they come back I'm sitting on the couch next to Jonathan. Matt hauls in the bags, juggles them a moment, then hands me a box of mint Skittles that he bought for me. I look at Travis and Katie, who can tell I'm really not having a very good time of it, I glance at Jonathan, who can tell this as well...and I tell Sandi I'll take her home. RIGHT NOW.
I then proceed to sit with Sandi outside East Village while she has several cigarettes, and talk about EVERYTHING. I love Sandi so much, she can put things into perspective when you want her to, or she can just shut up and listen to you vent. I need to make her cookies.
So. That's that. I need to go forge an acting journal now, and mull some of this stuff. Later.
Morgan signed this autograph on Monday, September 9, 2002 09:17 a.m..
Ow, redux.
I feel completely exhausted. I don't even know why, I've gotten enough sleep...or so I thought. My throat is starting to hurt in addition to not working AT ALL, and my head is pounding. Damn end-of-summer colds.
WIP tonight was great, what little I saw of it. Lots of new people, lots of enthusiasm. Yay.
Remind me to recount the story of John Sexton's early-morning unidentified visitors when I feel better.
Morgan signed this autograph on Friday, September 6, 2002 12:47 a.m..
Nope, no voice here.
Even though it felt and sounded better last night during our little informal Hamlet gathering, my voice is completely gone as of this morning. Great. If it's not back by Friday, I supposed I could talk to Cookie and let her know I'll do callbacks Saturday instead, but...damn, I hate to do that. Either way, I'm going over to Kyle's tonight to make cough syrup. Mmmm, lemon, honey, and whiskey. Time-honored methods, here.
I've always said the two most annoying things about losing your voice are one, that you lose it at all and at inconvenient times, and two, that you can't sing along to the radio anymore.
I'm looking at Spike the Plant as I'm typing this. I think it's true, he can survive on the goo in the air. Good thing I'm not in L.A., or he'd be Big-Ass Mutant Spike the Plant.
Morgan signed this autograph on Thursday, September 5, 2002 08:59 a.m..
Hee hee...
I love my mother. In response to my telling her what happened this weekend:
I told Dad some of the stuff we talked about...he wondered what was wrong because we were on the phone for an hour and a half...he said, "Did he kiss her on the forehead?"
I love your dad...he's so cute.
Ma
P.S. Wait a minute! Oh, God...he didn't kiss you on the forehead, did he?
For those who don't know, this is a reference to my dad giving my mom a kiss on the forehead on their first date, which totally threw her. Regardless, it ended in twenty-odd years of marriage and me. So, anytime a guy kisses me on the forehead, Mom freaks out. Beth and I laughed our asses off at this one.
Still bone-tired, but in a better mood for some reason. I still want to watch Much Ado...I'm renting that thing this weekend if it kills me. Wait...not sure that's a good idea. Sappy chick flick and then time with the guys...no good can come of this.
You know, it's funny that my favorite chick flick or its equivalent is a bugging Shakespeare play. What a strange person I am.
Morgan signed this autograph on Wednesday, September 4, 2002 06:15 p.m..
Ow.
Okay, apparently all that dust from sanding yesterday has wreaked havoc on my throat and it hurts like hell. Add to this being really sore from moving all that lumber, and my now purple right thumb, and I'm a mess. And I have Tai Chi tonight, which means ALL of me will hurt this time tomorrow.
I just hope my voice gets better before callbacks Friday and Saturday. I'll be drinking Throat Coat like there's no tomorrow, I can tell you that much. That's all I need, is to have my audition turn out sounding like Gertrude will be played by Harvey Firestein.
The soundtrack at the moment involves both Alison Krauss (Let Me Touch You for a While) and Lifehouse (Everything). And I'm still in the mood to watch Much Ado. I repeat...no good can come of this.
Morgan signed this autograph on Wednesday, September 4, 2002 09:21 a.m..
Here's to Bette!
New layout, as if you hadn't noticed. No reason. Just felt like doing something a little warmer, and what's hotter than Better Davis when she's royally pissed? Well, besides a really big fire, that is.
Made callbacks for Hamlet. I'm competing against Sarah Davis and Erin Gabbert, my former RA, for Gertrude. If I don't get it, I hope Erin does. But man...am I going to have to fight for this one. I think I'll finish reading my history and then go work in the theatre on the listed scenes. I want this role, dammit.
Jeez, this has been quite a few entries today. Guess I'm using this thing as an outlet to get things ordered in my head. I apologize to everyone who has to read about people they don't know, doing things they aren't interested in, involved in drama that never changes. But that's my life, what can I say? My coffee mug says, "Drama Queen" for a reason, I guess.
I have no skin left of my hands from sanding furniture in the shop all afternoon. That and a hellatious bruise on my top thumb joint from smashing it against a stool. Ow.
Gotta go do homework...you don't buy that for a second, do you?
Morgan signed this autograph on Tuesday, September 3, 2002 09:03 p.m..
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