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Ahhhhhhhh...
That was a satisfied "Ahhh," by the way, not a manic, "AAAAAH!"
I've been home for almost a week now, and I've done a particularly bad job of keeping up with e-mails and updating this bugger. My apologies, there's just been so much going on...since when has there been ONE WEEK between my arrival home and Christmas day?! Thanksgiving was entirely too late this year. It's thrown me off something terrible.
I've finished my shopping, I think. Thank God. I HATE shopping around the holidays. I used to like it, but then I got old and grouchy.
Speaking of old and grouchy, I've missed my dog. Though I'm glad for the break, I'm also glad it's not too long. I'm starting to miss my roomie, and my silly theatre boys, and Travis. ^_^ But after Christmas, it's only twelve more days until I get to see them all again. Yay.
Time to put on the Lads and their Christmas special (jeez, I'd love that on LP!). "'ello, this is Paul McCartney, and I'd just like to wish you everything you wish yourself this Christmas."
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Monday, December 23, 2002 04:28 p.m.
Stick a fork in me, I'm DONE!
NO MORE EXAMS FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time to clean, do laundry, and pack. Wheee.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, December 18, 2002 09:36 p.m.
< echo, echo >
It's so quiet here now that Paige is gone, too. Granted, Helen, Hannah, and the rest of the crew are still here, but they're all either studying or out with Ben (gee, guess who might be that culprit).
So, I've done laundry, cleaned, taken one of the nicest showers I think I've ever had, and listened to one of my favorite mixed CDs. Amazing how well it turned out when I threw it together after duct-taping my hard drive together before reformatting it this summer.
My biology exam pretty much had its way with me this afternoon. I knew basic ideas and big picture concepts behind every question, but details just refused to come. I could remember going over something as I read the question, too, and thinking, "Man. I read that yesterday. It was some kind of protein that started with an 'A', mentioned in the third paragraph down in the left column of the third page of the handout..." I hate that. Damn semi-photographic memory and its selectiveness.
Anyway, the last question read, "Some people claim that we act the way we due because of the decisions we make. For example, some claim that sexual orientation is a conscious choice. Explain how this might be an overly simplified view of human nature."
I went to TOWN on that one. Granted, I didn't give much scientific detail to support my claim, but I would like that essay back just because I spent about five pages in a blue book on it, front and back, and my argument was solid as a rock. I mean, how can you refute my claims when I use Svenska and essay-format exams as concrete examples?
On a less academic note, Paige broke her two-year-long alcohol fast last night, and of course Helen and I couldn't let her do it alone. Not the best way to study, but by that point there was nothing in this world that was going to help me retain any more information about those damn neurons. Paige drunk...hmm. In denial, of course, and trying to play her drunkenness down because she didn't want to admit that her tolerance had slipped a bit. But for crying out loud, it was pretty good after two years without a drink. She and Helen did some damage to that Bacardi, and I of course had to take my turn caring for both of them. Not that I was completely sober myself, really, but I was a lot better off that either of them were. I hid the bottle from them because I didn't want them to get sick. Paige still had no idea where it went before she left today...I'm not telling her I hid it in her shoe rack.
I'm in one big knot of tension right now. Where's my back massager when I need him? Oh, yeah. He's at home already, that little bastard. ^_^ Anyway, I think I'm going to crank up Norwegian Wood, brush my teeth, and hit the sack. I'm meeting Angela for breakfast tomorrow and some last-minute cramming. Wheeeeeee.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, December 17, 2002 11:46 p.m.
It's been too long...
...since I've been drinking with girls. All I drink with lately are guys, and while I enjoy it immensely, it's just different.
I love my room mate. Thanks for breaking your fast, Paigey. ^_^ It was fun.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Monday, December 16, 2002 11:52 p.m.
Grrrrrraaah.
It sucks bad enough to have friends going home already, but to have to try and concentrate on studying for an exam that's going to kick my ass just isn't fun. Jeanne's gone, Paige is leaving tomorrow, and Travis left this morning. Bah. I will NOT get lonely.
I might go insane, though. I can't make myself study for this stupid fucking exam, and I have all the potential questions right here in front of me. I just can't sit down and memorize the damn things.
So, to kill some time, here's a quiz Ches sent me. It didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, though. ^_^
What Type of Villain are You?
mutedfaith.com /
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Morgan listened to the devil's radio Monday, December 16, 2002 06:38 p.m.
And your bird can sing!
Guess who got the collector's edition A Hard Day's Night DVD for Christmas? I love Sandi, Katie, and Angela. They rock. Travis rocks, too, for "investigating," to find out which Beatles movie I don't own yet. Wheeeeeeeeeee. Sneaky little bastard. ^_^
Good God in Heaven, I need to clean. I don't know how long this popcorn has been on my desk...I feel like the last few days have been spent in a daze. No sleep at all Thursday night, final scenes for Acting Friday morning, sleep the rest of the day, stay out with Travis until God knows when, get up early to write final critiques for Acting, see the directing scenes, stay out semi- but not too late, spend almost the entire day in bed today because it's I Hate My Uterus day. Whew.
I'm ready for break. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Sunday, December 15, 2002 11:37 p.m.
All I want for Christmas is a new layout...
...and for instant messages from Stout to never stop being this funny. Though the weirdness is increasing, I must say. Judge for yourself:
LynxWarrior: i had a dream about you and woke myself up moaning
Auto response from menquet: Here, writing shitty reviews for acting.
LynxWarrior: thanx
I still want to know who gave him my screen name. I don't want to block him, because his away messages are just too damn funny NOT to read, though these notes he sends me are bizarre, indeed. The funny thing is that he never mentions them when I see him, but then I don't, either. I almost suspect Andres (his room mate), but even Andres isn't that weird.
And Beth had just taken great pleasure in pointing out that his away messages have been somewhat downcast lately, probably because he found out I'm dating Travis. Yeah, right. He has a life-size cardboard Xena in his room. He can manage. ^o^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Saturday, December 14, 2002 12:35 p.m.
Wasted Time
Kyle asked me quite some time ago what my favorite Beatles song was, and he refused to let me say, "Yesterday," because that's everyone's favorite, apparently. Never mind that it's the greatest song ever written. So, in my attempt to procrastinate even further, here's my top five list:
1. Let It Be
2. the suite at the end of the Abbey Road album: Golden Slumbers, Carry That Weight, and The End
3. Yesterday
4.Across the Universe
5. Nowhere Man
And now, to write more of my Search paper. And then FauX-Mas! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, December 11, 2002 08:07 p.m.
SO MUCH TO DO!
Reviews for Our Town, Gianni Schicchi, and Porgy & Bess...fill in some journal entries...rehearse my monologue and my two other scenes...and write my STUPID SEARCH PAPER. And my printer is out of ink. Or almost, anyway.
And I have FauX-Mas tonight, which I'd much rather be focusing on than the goddamn "good life." Stupid idiot Jackson. If I had time I WOULD write 95 theses of my own and nail them to his office door, but NOOOOOO. I have too much other shit to do.
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Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, December 11, 2002 03:38 p.m.
Entry Three for Today...
Might be a record. Just wanted to rant about wanting to put up a new layout, but being unable to upload anything due to Liquid2K's idiocy. What clusters are they adding that require everything else to malfunction?
Might need a backup account somewhere to hold all my images and such, just in case it goes down. Anyone know of a reliable place that doesn't require much thought in the FTP department, since I get so impatient with that nonsense?
Speaking of layouts, in my search for images to use, I must say that the art history buff in me loves Botticelli's Annunciation best of all.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, December 10, 2002 07:25 p.m.
Christmas shopping is better than studying!
I just hope Matt doesn't already have the Lemony Snicket autobiography...if not, I'll have to run it back to Bookstar and grab that Edward Gorey book instead. Gaaah.
I love Christmas shopping, but I keep seeing all these things I think are really neat, but that nobody would ever think to get me for Christmas. Yet I would feel guilty buying MYSELF something at Christmas.
So far, the FauX-Mas gifts include: the Lemony Snickey unauthorized biography for Matt, a really REALLY old acting book and drippy candles for Kyle, a miniature Sen garden for Jonathan (now he has no excuse not to have a moment of Zen every now and then), a wallet for Jeanne, and book on the virtues of being a Southpaw for Caleb, the worst case scenario handbook to sex and dating for Sophie, and some scripts for Travis.
I also snagged presents for Sandi, Katie, and Angela, in addition to a few for some folks at home. Damn, I'm efficient. Now I just need to work on my FAMILY... o.O
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, December 10, 2002 04:48 p.m.
Now completely anti-surrealism...
...because I've had my surreal moment for the next MONTH: upon waking up this morning and opening the medicine cabinet to retrieve my toothbrush, I discovered about 25 ants crawling all over it. I promptly shrieked a four-letter word, dropped it in the sink, and ran very hot water all over it to wash the critters down the sink.
And it was a brand-new toothbrush, too. YUCK. If Dali was imagining his eyes turning into spiders, I can imagine how fucked he was in the head.
So now Paige and I have Raided the medicine cabinet, and we need to find a new home for all our stuff. Perhaps in a big biodome where ants aren't allowed.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, December 10, 2002 10:42 a.m.
Third time's the charm
So I've tried to update this thing twice now, and been interrupted each time by someone coming in my room, using the internet, and therefore deleting any text I had typed in the add entry form. Grar. And, because it's taken this long, I'm not going to go into detail and log everything that's happened over the weekend.
My scene with Robb is going to be AWESOME. I'm just going to have to get to that point where I can give it everything, even if he's not, and not feel like I'm overdoing it. This is for a grade, dammit, and I'm going to get a good one. Cookie likes what she's seen, so that's a good sign. ^_^
I also need to go back over Sylvia with Travis. And I need to figure out what the hell I'm going to give Caleb and Sophie for Christmas. Maybe I could find Sophie a cheap copy of the Kama Sutra or something...but as for Caleb, I have no idea. I think I'll talk to Jeanne about it.
Arrrr, and I need to find Travis something, too. What the hell should I get him? This is going to take some thought.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Monday, December 9, 2002 09:35 a.m.
COLD!
Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ, it's cold here! And windy, too. At least it's stopped raining, though I did see a few flurries on my way to Search this morning.
< happy dance >One more Search class, one more Search class...< /happy dance >
Well, my plan to get some degree requirements out of the way isn't going to work out this semester, apparently. Three theatre classes, all on Tuesday/Thursday, and Search. I was hoping to take a psych or anthro course, but they're all full. So, I'm taking another English class, too, to help fulfill my minor requirements. Ah, well. I'll have fun with contemporary literature.
Gotta go eat. Mmmm, rat.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Thursday, December 5, 2002 11:10 a.m.
Now I know how Hammy Ham felt...
To audition for CUP, or not to audition for CUP--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fellow improv-ers,
Or to take arms against a sea of peer pressure,
And by opposing end all future chances of getting in? To die, to sleep--
No more; would the stress be too much to handle?
The heartache and the thousand amiable shocks
That friends of CUP members are heir to--'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, December 3, 2002 09:08 p.m.
The boys are back in town...
...or I am, anyway. And everyone else will be, too, very soon. I'm unpacked, settled back in, and currently decorating my Christmas tree. It's somewhat...scandalous. ^_^
Gotta go pick up Travis at the airport in a few minutes. I need to make my bed at some point, too, but at the rate I'm going, I'll just collapse on top of the bed tonight and hope I don't get too cold or anything.
I missed Elvis. I got cold in my bed without him, and normal bed pillows just don't work the same way.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Sunday, December 1, 2002 03:38 p.m.
Productive
Got a lot accomplished today, as far as Christmas goes. I managed to stumble across several gifts for Faux Christmas, my favorites being what I got Kyle and Jonathan, and I found something scrumptious for Danielle. And no, I'm not revealing what any of said gifts are, since some recipients frequent this blog. ^_^ Paige should get a kick out of what I got her...let's just say she's been looking for it for quite some time, and it's something I think she deserves after all her field research and trial and error.
After shopping, went with the parents to see Harry Potter. May I say that it's a bizarre experience to go to a movie in Georgia now? None of the same movie theatre companies, the seating is weird, and the previews don't go with the movies featured at all! It's like elementary school cafeteria food: peas and carrots do NOT go with pizza, no matter how hard they try to convince us otherwise. Commercials before previews?! What is this?!
Anyway, now that I've betrayed where my heart lies (with Elvis), I'm seriously wanting some cheese fries. I am SO going to Huey's when I get back tomorrow. If I never see another turkey sandwich it'll be too soon.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Saturday, November 30, 2002 09:56 p.m.
Hare Hare
Miss you, George. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Friday, November 29, 2002 11:35 p.m.
Taboo
There are some things we're all brought up to recognize as unsuitable conversation for the dinner table. Religion and politics are two such subjects...as is any sort of pointless criticism of Paul McCartney.
I know better than to talk about any sort of celebrity around my grandmother. Unfortunately, it came up in conversation that we watched the TV special on his concert tour this summer, the one I got to see.
Now, in case some of you aren't aware, seeing Paul McCartney sing live fulfilled one of my lifetime goals. It was a pressing one, too, since there are only two Beatles surviving, and they're not going to be around much longer, no matter how immortal their music is. So you can get an idea of how rabid I am concerning the Fab Four.
My grandmother goes off on this twenty minute criticism of how feminine he looked when he was younger, and the drugs he did, and how the two together have made him age like a little old woman. She also hates his new wife, Heather, and makes constant prosthetic leg jokes.
You want to get into a civilized debate with me over the merits of his music, great. I can do that. You want to question his personal life and his appearance, what is the fucking point of that?! Who cares what he did, or does, in his spare time? Does it have any impact on his music? Maybe, I mean there's no way the LSD didn't spawn some of the more bizarre lyrics. And if it did, so what? If that's what it takes, go for it. Do that LSD.
But I refuse to believe that the fact that he looks like "an old woman" affects his ability to sing!!! For a guy who did a shit ton of drugs and alcohol and cigarettes, he's still got a helluva set of pipes! Bah. Idiocy.
Besides, if you want to drag appearance into it, he was always the CUTE Beatle! Look at him! He's adorable!
How can you not love that face? Too bad he didn't have any boys that took after him. I'd be all over that like white on rice, whatever that means.
Also, Liquid2k is being a pain in the ass. The image will be there as soon as I can upload the bugger.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Thursday, November 28, 2002 11:59 p.m.
For Helen and Paige
Here's a tribute to my crazy friends and their Thanksgiving song:
Who's that walkin' 'round, looking mighty perky?
Looks like it must be old Mr. Turkey!
Strut Mr. Turkey, that's a fancy way to walk
Strut Mr. Turkey, that's a fancy way to walk!
Why, I hear you cry, did I just type that? Doesn't anybody remember those silly pageants we had in elementary school where we all wore garbage bag turkey costumes and sang stupid songs about food? This is a tribute to those. ^_^
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody. Eat lots.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Thursday, November 28, 2002 10:43 a.m.
Blarg!
I just need to stop thinking about Travis and all the weirdness that's going on in my head right now. When I saw him last, I told him I'd call him to give him my new cell number. So...I started freaking out about calling him tonight. I didn't get in until late last night, and by the time I had a minute to call him tonight it was after 11:00. That's not that late, really, but...what if it was? I didn't want to call him too late. I couldn't wait until tomorrow, since that's Thanksgiving. And waiting until Friday would be a worse thing. So I had to call him tonight.
But then I started thinking about what to say. I didn't know what...do I say I miss him? I do, a little, but not the huge amount that I guess I THOUGHT I should be missing him. But then, this break is less than a week, and I'm sure of the fact that he'll be there when I get back Sunday. So it's not a bad thing that I'm not moping around, right? Maybe? Hell, I don't know. I'm not used to this relationship thing. Is it better to miss somebody like crazy, or be confident in seeing them again and not missing them all that much?
So I called. He was on the road home from his brother's, and couldn't talk very long, but he has my new number. So he can call me BACK if he wants to talk. Nyah.
I'm so confused. But maybe that's a good thing. Confused is good, right? Confused means change. Change can be good outside of underwear, too. Maybe I'm catching up to him on the degree of gung-ho-ness about the relationship. That's my problem, I think. I'm worried that I'm not as into it as he is, but that he won't say how into it he is because I said my main concern was our friendship. He might not want to freak me out by telling me what he feels, exactly.
Wait. He's a boy. Boys don't talk about what they FEEL. I don't think...
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.
I wish he were here, because when he's here I'm just happy, and I'm not thinking about it and overanalyzing it like this. It just feels GOOD, and we just have fun.
Hey, I think I just said I missed him. In a very verbose way, but I think I did. Maybe this is okay, after all. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, November 27, 2002 11:50 p.m.
A step
So Nicole came by to talk to me last night, and we ended up just laying a bunch of stuff out on the table that should have been said a long time ago. What triggered her wanting to talk to me was Saturday night and the fact that despite my saying I was going to to go bed after the CUP show, I ended up over at Sandi and Katie's apartment. Granted, that wasn't exactly planned that way, but I did expect Travis to come over later, if nothing else. So yeah, that was a bad move on my part.
When she found all this out she said it blindsided her. She never saw it coming. I still don't believe that someone could be irritating that many people and not know it, but if she didn't pick up on it, oh well. She said she wasn't going to talk to me until after break, but Jeanne convinced her to do it. Thank God Jeanne called to warn me that Nicole was on her way over, or things might not have gone as well as they did.
That's right, they went well. Or rather, they went better than I thought they would in that situation. No tears, no yelling, no real commotion. Just logical, calm laying out of problems, miscommunications, expectations, and plans. We're not okay yet, but we're better. It's a step.
Got a new cell phone today, thank goodness. Now I can actually leave it on and USE the damn thing when I want to talk to my friends in other schools, in addition to having a Memphis number that I can hand out and that people in the dorms can call without invoking the blessing of a calling card.
Also, I'm home now, so I've had a chance to rest, eat, see my dog, and see my family. ^_^ I'm in a much better mood now than I was this time yesterday, I'll give you that much.
Must go haul my luggage in...where did all my big guy friends go? That's the only thing they're good for, is a laugh and a pack mule. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, November 26, 2002 09:30 p.m.
A Moment of George
You're asking me will my love grow, I don't know, I don't know
You stick around now, it may show, I don't know, I don't know...
Travis just left. He has rehearsals, I have rehearsals, he has work to do and he needs to see Sandi on her birthday, I need to finish packing and cleaning. So, in other words, I'm probably not going to see him again before I leave tomorrow.
I don't know...I'm not going to say I miss him already, but then I don't feel like dancing around and singing while I'm cleaning like I did a little while ago.
Maybe this week is going to be a little harder than I thought it was going to be...
Bah. It's a week. I can handle this. I just have to plug some loud trance or something in the stereo, shoot some pixie stix, and I'll be ready to pack like a fiend. Yeah.
I just wish Paige were here so I didn't feel quite so lonely...silly boy.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Monday, November 25, 2002 08:19 p.m.
Laundry, meetings, more laundry...
That's pretty much what my evening is going to consist of, I think. I don't want to haul all my laundry home. I hate that. It takes up so much room, and weighs so much, and Mom and I both have tons more stuff to worry about that when my laundry gets done. I might just take my sheets home. That way we have a little bit of laundry to argue over (it's tradition), and the laundry I hate doing most gets done at home. Yay.
The weather here is nasty. Cold, wet, blech. It's a day for my woolly coat and something hot to drink, and for reading in the laundry room (though the laundry room here is decidedly less conducive to reading than it was in Trez).
Strike was yesterday since Gianni Schicchi closed. It took FOREVER, even though we threw most everything away to make room for what our Spring semester budget will buy us. All the vertical elements (column, pilasters, cornices, etc.) were tossed, as was most of the bed. I managed to sneak away with a square of the floor I helped marbelize (it's 4' x 4', so it was a bitch to fit in my car). It now forms our foyer. ^_^
After strike, Erin, Jeanne, Samantha, and I went to Travis' voice class recital. What I find fascinating is that the better singers chose shorter pieces, much to our chagrin, and that the fringe on Caroline Vance's skirt quivered whenever she hit that incredible vibratto of hers. The girl has sickeningly good technique. Too bad she's such a pain the arse to work with in theatre, and in general. I'm not a fan. I have a feeling she's not one of mine, either, since I'm dating Travis now.
Jeanne drunk is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. She had two beers rather quickly, and was GIGGLY drunk for the rest of the night. My favorite moment was on our way down the stairs in East Village when Travis suggested off-handedly that she attempt a somersault over the handrail. Little did we know she would attempt one over the rail that was against a wall. She just threw a leg over it and pushed. I was laughing so hard it hurt. ^_^
Man, I need to clean like a madwoman. I also need to remember to clean out my coffeemaker before I leave, so I think I'll go do that now, while I'm thinking about it.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Monday, November 25, 2002 02:49 p.m.
Pick a card...
Got this quiz from Catt. I hope I'm not as bitchy as this makes me sound... -_-
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WATER OF AIR. You're aloof, depressed and seasoned. You'd make a good psychologist, executioner, black widow, arsenic poisoner, heretic queen or commentator. You're too witty for your own good. Have to get up early in the morny morn to fool you, as you spot lies a mile away. And WOE TO THOSE who dare attempt such a stupid move. You're Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween, when she cuts Michael's head off. You're Anne Robinson, the host of The Weakest Link! |
Quiz
created by Polly Snodgrass.
Anyway, in other news, Travis talked to Jeanne last night and apparently he said we're dating. That made me happy... ^_^ Jeanne thought it was the cutest thing in the world, and then we started talking about her and Matt Wilson, and me and Travis, and we've decided that the two of us need to hang out more. She's just too cool for her own good. And a Beatlephile, no less.
Stout called last night while I wasn't here and told Paige to invite me SPECIFICALLY to his quad for, "a kickass game of beer-pong." Beer-pong?! Stout?! He's on crutches! I might have liked to have seen that, but not enough to make me want to go over there. Yikes. Travis and I definitely need to get out of out heterosexual dating closet so I won't have to walk softly and carry a bugging huge stick around people like Stout anymore. Needless to say, Paige got a kick out of that.
Must go to callbacks for Vagina Monologues now...I'm wondering how it's going to work with Blair and I co-assistant-directing with Kyle. Hmmmmmmm........
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Friday, November 22, 2002 01:59 p.m.
Conversations with the Ex
Ex-room mate, that is. Had lunch with Ann today, and she, too, claimed to have seen this coming. She thinks it dates from the beginning of the semester, anyway, so at least I'm not so oblivious that I missed it LAST year, too. Though she says as of September I should have been picking up on it, since by that time I was over Matt and anything that had the potential of happening with Jonathan was, well, not happening.
Jason is also being kicked out of his apartment, so Ann's idea is to store his stuff somewhere else and have him move in with her in Voorhies, since Ellye is moving out. When asked why Jason was being kicked out, she replied, "I guess the chinchilla just sent them over the edge."
Man, if I ever get kicked out for any reason, I hope it's not because of a chinchilla.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, November 20, 2002 04:44 p.m.
Strike two for the roomie...
...well, not really. It just seems that every time Travis comes over, Paige is doing/saying something weird and she gets very embarassed and leaves. Like either talking about how if she were to ever do drugs, she would start with crack just to be different. Or when she improperly mounted the door and gave herself a big bruise, and was icing her crotch.
She's forgotten, apparently, that he's a theatre person. We're probably weirder than she could ever possibly be, so she needn't worry about freaking either one of us out.
And yes, I DID say she was icing her crotch. With a big-ass chunk of ice in a Piggly-Wiggly bag. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, November 20, 2002 12:00 p.m.
Friends are AWESOME.
You know what's cool? Helping a friend out of a funk, and having the favor returned. I'm not sure what was wrong exactly, but I sent this quotation to Danielle, "Hey, a friend once told me, 'Don't ever blame it on the alcohol, and don't ever hate your hips for leading you. There are worse things you could listen to than your hips...like Satan.'"
Three guesses who originated that pearl of wisdom...if you guessed Happy Sunshine Boy, you guessed right.
So then I read in her blog today, "If I ever find a guy like my friends...between Morgan and Lindsay and Dariel, i think that no matter if i get what i think i want, i've already got what i REALLY want - and that's good friends who i trust."
That was just what I needed after a horrible day of Search and Biology and goo. Thanks, doll, and you know I'm dead serious about that margarita confessional come Christmas.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, November 19, 2002 10:45 p.m.
Oblivious?!
It's somewhat disconcerting when something good falls right in your lap, as I said before, from what you perceive to be left field...and everyone but you claims to have seen it coming. I didn't realize I was that oblivious to stuff like this.
And you know something? When I turn off my brain and stop over-analyzing everything, and stop worrying about losing a friend, and stop THINKING, it just feels...good. To have somebody who is not only there for you when you need them, but who has listened to you and knows exactly how to make you feel special and comfortable, is one of the most awesome feelings in the world.
I questioned it at first. I worried that it wasn't the right thing to do. I feared for our friendship. I still do, but I trust him, and I trust myself. I thought I didn't feel the same way about him. I thought it was just me needing SOMEONE, and it happened to be him.
But if I don't feel that way about him, why do I get all flustered and excited when he calls and says he's coming over? So I said to my brain, "Shut your cake hole, I've earned this, dammit, and if you don't like it, you can bite me. I'm going to IHOP with Travis."
So my brain replied, "Oh, fine. Have it your way. Besides, he has Paige's stamp of approval. A theatre guy without major apparent issues? What is the world coming to?!"
In other words, I suppose this entry could be condensed to a simple, "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee." ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, November 19, 2002 02:21 a.m.
Tee hee.
I found this very funny...I love the fact that Kyo is notorious for giving nonsense answers in interviews. Eat that, Paparazzi.
I'm Kyo!
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Sunday, November 17, 2002 08:31 p.m.
Pause.
Have I gotten so angst-ridden and bogged down by the weight of the bad things in life that I can't even appreciate the good ones when they fall in my lap?
Even though I'm growing angrier at myself for not being able to confront the issue (or to have done it sooner), and I'm to the point now where if I say anything to her at all there's no possible way for her to take it well, I have to at least thank Nicole. Where I was afraid she was driving people away from me unintentionally, she unintentionally brought some of us together. I'm not quite sure what to make of it quite yet, and I'm still very skittish about the whole idea, but I think I owe her that much.
So, thanks. You've made me wear myself thin with rants and venting and angst-filled journal entries in my efforts to avoid saying anything to you that would hurt you, until I've run out of words. In the process you made me open myself up enough to let someone else in, I think. We'll have to see.
Only one other person has worn me down enough with frustration to make me run out of words, and she also made me cry because I knew I had lost a friend. It also made me realize, though, what great friends I had when they spoke when I couldn't, and knew how much I was hurting even though I would have rather died than shown it.
So, thanks to Liz and Nicole for making me appreciate my true friends who never judge me when I cry. Thanks to Michelle, and Ani and Katie. Thanks to Paige, and Beth, and Helen and Hannah. Thanks to Sandi and Katie, and to Kyle, and Matt, and Jonathan even. And thanks, of course, to Travis for putting up with my shit.
Don't worry about me, love. I'll be okay, I just have to take a step back and breathe every now and then. And to scheme, of course. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Sunday, November 17, 2002 05:39 p.m.
Yikes.
Sorry about that rant last night, folks. It's utterly incoherent and I need to organize my argument if I ever have to get into one. It's so hard to explain that, though. It's just a feeling of WRONG when everyone talks about that...and I don't understand why I can't articulate why it's wrong.
Anyway, Harry Potter rocked my face off. Even though I re-read the book before seing the movie, I want to re-read it AGAIN now, just because I have to see how differently I pictured certain aspects. Some things I didn't really like at first, like how Dobby came across as more of a crazy old man than a crazy...well, nutty little house elf. He won me over, though.
Three things made me very, very happy:
BRANAGH! I laughed so hard at him as Lockhart! I mean, being the theatre buff that I am, I know the other stuff he's done, and how good he is, and I could catch all the little subtle reasons of WHY he was so good for this part. I heard tell that Hugh Grant was their first choice for the role; to that I say, "BAH!" Branagh was sensational and I loved the painting of him in the DADA classroom where he was painting himself. ^_^
Two: Tom Riddle has the potential to be a very, very creepy villain. I'm not familiar with the actor playing the role, but I LOVED how he did it. Very calm, very calculating, but definitely evil. Kyle said he was too prissy. No way. He looked and acted the way a young man from the 1950s would have, and it gave him that older, b&w film villain quality that I love, but with the more realistic style of acting that we have today. I'm anxious to see how he fares as the Voldemort of Harry's day.
And, third, Lucius Malfoy. Jason Isaacs from The Patriot. He steps on the screen and I automatically hated him and loved him at the same time. I didn't really like the hair at first; I've always pictured Lucius as more of a business suited, slick villain, more gangsterish, I guess. Hair like from the 1920s, not long like that. But the minute I saw it tied back, I fell in love. I love the periodness of his costume and demeanor, it worked SO WELL. And he looks like Draco, which was amazing. Eeew, eew, eew, he was just so MEAN! I love it!
Things they cut that I wish they hadn't: the scene with Harry eavesdropping on Lucius in Knockturn Alley ( how will they build up the stuff with the Ministry now?); the gnome-tossing; the Deathday Party; and PEEVES! Has he been cut from the film series entirely?!
I was also very sad every time Richard Harris was on screen...whoever will they get to play Dumbledore now?
Anyway, need to go do some work. Work being the fanfic that has started dancing in my head again since seeing the movie...^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Saturday, November 16, 2002 04:25 p.m.
Mini-Rant
Just to get this off my chest and organize my thoughts a bit...you know what I hate? People who cause problems in an organization, and therefore create the need for other people to try to "lead by example," because it's not something we should call them on, but we think it's bad.
What I hate even more is when someone tries to be friends with different groups of people, and these people either can't understand why both groups can't just join together into one big "friends of person X," group, or can't understand why you want to befriend other people at all. They accuse the other group of "stealing" you, or "manipulating" you.
What the hell?! Why are people like this?! Why can't we all think what we want to think and act the way we want to act, whether it's good or not, and quit trying to mold each other into what we think we should be? Why can't we just do what we need to do to get the job done, and maybe learn something about accepting people as they are as something we can't always change in addition to learning something about theatre? Why do we have to drag all this shit into it? You don't like someone, fine. No need to pass off on the entire group of people they've ever been friends with.
Bah. I can't belive they would think Travis and Caleb have started acting like ANDERS. I can't believe Cookie would talk to Kyle and them about it! That's ridiculous! It's not their job to deal with it, it's not mine, and it's not even Cookie's. Why make it an issue before it becomes one? This is exactly the kind of thing we were trying to avoid with Hamlet, and it's starting up. What the fuck?
That really pisses me off that Kyle would judge people like that. GRADUATE. MOVE ON. Let go of this incestuous little hole of a theatre and go learn some more shit somewhere else, so the rest of us can have a chance at leading and doing. My God.
I need to go to bed. I'm too drunk and irritated to be typing this right now. Though my spelling and grammar seem to be holding up alright...I'll add to this tomorrow when I can think coherently and I'm not so pissed.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Saturday, November 16, 2002 02:38 a.m.
Yargh.
Yesterday was hell. Went to bed late Monday night because of my Search paper, woke up early Tuesday morning because of my Search paper, barely made it through the class itself because a)I was so tired after having no sleep, and b), the material was, as usual, as entertaining as watching sea slugs mate. Then, no lunch, because I had to cram for my bio exam, which had its way with me at one. Then working in the shop doing nitpicky little shit, thinking the entire time that I was SO very hungry and tired, and that instead of painting finials for chairs I'd much rather be eating or sleeping...and Jonathan was being a twit, saying that I wasn't really starving, that Ethiopia was starving, but that I was just being a spoiled little brat.
Forgive me, Mr. My Dad Is a CEO for BellSouth, Mr. I Have Toys That Cost As Much As My College Education, for being a spoiled brat. Why don't you hop in your BMW with its kayak rack and go eat shit and howl at the moon? Or would you be afraid to get it on your leather seats?
Yesterday SUCKED.
Today was better. I didn't see much of Travis (I hardly do nowadays, outside of Cookie's class), but acting was fun today, as was production. And I got lunch, which consisted of some amazingly authentic tamales (whoa, good Rat food? Yikes!). So, yay. And when filling out my scheduling tree, I realized that I'm a shoo-in for all but two classes, so I can pretty much fill in 3/4 of one tree, instead of all three, and be fine. Awesome.
I just came across the CD Catt made me last year with the first few episodes of Kare Kano on it...I watched them again, then promptly downloaded as many more as I could find. Iiiiiiiiiit's....sappy time! Yay!
Tomorrow is opening night for the opera, which I'm really excited about. I've managed to work on the set extensively, hang out with people in it, and yet manage to learn NOTHING about the show itself. So I'm going tomorrow night, all dressed up, to a show. I never get to do that anymore. I'm very much excited about this. I get to see people I know in a show! And then we have WIP, because the opera's only an hour long, so we can have the opening night reception and then book it to some improv. Rock.
Man, I need to do some artwork. We don't have any guests this weekend, and I have NO commitments at ALL, so I can finally get around to doing some painting.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Thursday, November 14, 2002 12:29 a.m.
The Reformation can Bite Me
That means you, Calvin. And Luther, and everyone else who participated. Forget the religious disagreement and warfare it caused. This whole Protestant movement is the bane of history paper writers.
Nah, I don't really mean that. I do find it interesting, really I do, but I wish I could write on something like, "The Comfortable Uncertainty of Original Sin," or, "Ticket to Ride: The Rise and Fall of the Popularity of Indulgences in the Pre-Reformation Catholic Church."
Instead, I get to read, "In the Beginning: The Story of the King James Bible and How It Changed a Nation, a Language, and a Culture," and write about how the Reformation changed the Christian community and how "the good life," was defined.
My problem is that I think too much. I want to try to find big, grand, original ideas in this muck, which I do. I just can't write about them because my professor wants regurgitation of facts with a thesis outlined in neon lettering fifty feet high.
How about I write my OWN 95 theses? Would that make up for the one he said I, "sorely lacked," in my last paper? Then again, I don't think he's the type of professor to appreciate such witticism. I don't understand how I could have had such an UNBELIEVABLY great Search class last year, learned so much, done so well, been appointed to the Search Advisory Council, and then bomb in this semester. There's something wrong here, and I think it's that my brain dares to have an interpretation of its own.
I can't WAIT to change tracks next semester.
On a different note, I read on MSN.com yesterday that coffee may help prevent diabetes. In that case, if this past week has been any indication, I should be diabetes-free for years to come.
I've decided I need a scanner. Then I can scan the cartoons I draw during my more boring classes and contribute to the academic elitist humor of the 'net. I even have a title for the page: The History of the Western World, Horribly Mangled and Abridged, and Amply Illustrated. Or something like that. Come on, who wouldn't want to read that?
No, I'm serious. I'm considering investing in an el cheapo scanner just so I can do this kind of stuff here at school. Where the scanner would go, I have no idea...I might have to clear off the pile of overdue library books and rubbish that's covering my CPU at the moment.
I'd also like to post some pics of life around here, including people and frequented spots. And also the set for the opera I've been working on with Angela...it fucking ROCKS. I never knew I could faux-marbelize a floor so well. I'm the coolest.
Must go cram some more for bio. This test is going to rip out my stomach and wear it as a crown while dancing to improvisational drum music ("I am the king of France!" Apologies to Don Hertzfeldt on that one).
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Tuesday, November 12, 2002 09:03 a.m.
Procrastination is the Best!
Try this. I laughed my ass off.
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Morgan listened to the devil's radio Sunday, November 10, 2002 10:38 p.m.
A Boy and His Dog
Travis and I did our scene from Sylvia in WIP last night, and got so many helpful suggestions we didn't know what to do with them. The consequence is that I was so worn out after workshopping it, I had no energy left to do any improv at all. I took over one of the leather couches and refused to move, so various people ended up sitting ON me, namely Matt, Kyle, and Travis. Matt, fine. Kyle, fine. A little bony, but fine. Travis, however, is a big boy. My back popped like a mofo, though, so it was all good.
Nicole left early so she could finish her drawing for production, and we were about to go to IHOP when she came back. So close. Travis and I were thinking of skipping IHOP altogether, since we went the night before with Katie and Sandi, but we went anyway, mostly because Matt really wanted to go and we just couldn't leave him there with Nicole.
Travis hit the light over the table with his head by accident, so it was swinging a bit. I said it reminded me of that bit in Kyle's production of Death and the Maiden last year, where Paulina is holding the gun to Roberto's head and hits the overhead lamp, saying, "CRAZY!" So, just because we were talking about it, Matt decided to imitate it (nothing new), and hit the light. Nicole promptly stopped it from swinging and told him to stop it, then slapped at his hands when he tried to do it again. "I was making a point," he said. "Well, stop it," she said.
Pause.
"Good Goddamn, Nicole, let me make my fucking point!"
Travis and I were trying very, very hard not to laugh. The really sad thing is that she's not getting the idea at all that people are irritated with her. I would tell her, but how do you tell someone, "Look. I like you. You're just one of those people I like...in doses. You're a great person, really, it's just that everything about you is pissing me off right now."
I've got to just make space for myself. Spend as little time with her as possible. Join up with Travis, Sandi, and Katie more. Spend some time with Beth and Erin, whom I never see anymore. Work out a rooming arrangement BEFORE it ever comes up with her.
I need to finish cleaning my room. Fumes clear my head.
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Friday, November 8, 2002 12:15 p.m.
Na na na na na na na na...
...you say it's your birthday...na na na na na na na...happy birthday to ya...
Mom wasn't here to sing it in person, so I thought I'd sing it to myself.
This birthday's been somewhat mellow. It was a gorgeous day, warmer than it has been for a couple weeks now. That was the best birthday present, I think. Except for the juice glass Paige stole from the Rat and gave me, claiming it was a "triple" shot glass. Add that to the list of reasons why I love my room mate. ^_^
I'm still debating whether or not I want to audition for the directing class' final projects...I'd like some idle time, and some time to cram for my Tuesday/Thursday classes, which are going to kick my ass if I'm not careful.
On an odd note, a sort-of friend of mine informed me out of the blue that she has cancer. It's an almost completely curable kind, true, but it just seemed odd that she'd tell ME. I don't even know her that well, and though she was apologizing for not being at a meeting this morning, all she had to say was that something came up and I would have been perfectly fine with it. But then, as Cookie says, you have to tell someone. Maybe it was easier to share it with someone who she felt wouldn't gush.
This isn't supposed to happen to us. We're just kids, I thought. Then it dawned on me that I turned 20 today.
We're not kids anymore.
I feel old. No. Not old. Older, but not as wise as I feel I should be. I feel cheated, though not as cheated as she had to feel upon hearing those three words over the phone.
But then, I don't think I've felt like a kid since my freshman year of high school. Going to boarding school widened my horizons, but Michelle and I had to grow up pretty fast. Losing Sisley suddenly that summer forced us to do it a hundred times faster, but silently. Our parents have a hard enough time dealing with their daughters growing up normally, they didn't need to know we had to do it that much quicker.
Damn. I need to meet up with Bacchus to celebrate my birthday, if I keep thinking like this. Time for Work In Progress, anyway.
I love youse guys. You're awesome. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Thursday, November 7, 2002 09:53 p.m.
Just for the record:
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's so friggin' cold here...the sick part is that it's only about 40 degrees (NOT that cold at all, really), but it feels like 20 or so to me because I'm so damned cold-natured.
Thank God Mom and Dad brought me my scarf when they were here last weekend... o.O
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, November 6, 2002 11:11 p.m.
For George
I was trying to think of something appropriate for a November layout (other than anything having to do with turkey), and the Beatlephile in me remembered that November 29th is the first anniversary of George Harrison's passing. So, here you are. All headings are either album or song titles, and the image at the top is George in concert in front of a painting of the Hindu deity Krishna, which I nabbed from an online temple.
Yikes, that sounds awful. Sorry if you're offended, George. I'll give credit when I can find the thing on Google again. ^_^;;
Is it bad that I can remember the date of George's death and not my own grandfather's? Maybe because I'm older, and it's more recent, and there are some positive things associated with November 29th for me, as well. It was the first time I sat around in the theatre after hours with the gang, a fire in the fireplace, a marshmallow on the end of my mangled wire hanger, Kyle playing his guitar absently, a piece of black ribbon pinned to my sweater to signify that my thoughts were with George. I can't think of a better way to have honored him than enjoying the peace and company of friends with a guitar.
Anyway, I need to go to Taiji Chuan. All you need is love. ^_^
Morgan listened to the devil's radio Wednesday, November 6, 2002 07:03 p.m.
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