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I'm coming home, wait for me
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Or something like that. I return bearing a mere three shells and a sunburn with three little pale streaks on one shoulder where I managed to get sunblock on. I re-read Portrait of the Artist and finished Memoirs of a Geisha in one sitting. I had some of the best tuna I've had in my life, spent ridiculous amounts of time chatting with Kyle's mom (I think I've been adopted into the family as the sister he never had), and stayed up very late one night chewing the fat with Jonathan. That sounds rather odd.
Long story short: good week. I recovered this morning by getting up at nine, making myself an omelet, and watching two hours of M*A*S*H. I need to bathe to get the last errant bits of sand out of the places they don't belong.
Ne, Catt, I have plenty of free time now that I'm back. We should definitely get together. I need to throw together a new layout, too, but it's rather difficult when my computer is still in the box and Mom's is sorely lacking in capabilities.
Anyway, I need to go get dressed and do...something.
morgan puzzled the will Sunday, May 25, 2003 12:19 p.m.
Always have to steal my kisses from you
Okay, so maybe a new layout before Sunday isn't as practical a goal as I had thought. I promise one soon...and going back over old entries here, I realize I had planned to try to squick myself with my next layout. Now I have to be thinking in those terms. The sad thing is that not a lot freaks me out...well, if I get REALLY creative I could draw an illustration of a gross pairing, but I don't know that I want to put that much effort into it.
I got a haircut. Thank GOD...not being able to do more than trim it since August was driving me bonkers. And since the fall shows next year are contemporary, I'll be damned if I don't cut it again before school starts back up.
I know it's not as much of an issue now that most everybody's home from their respective campuses, but in case anyone's bored (and has Acrobat), check this out. I've been having fun with it all day...some of the dingbats just cry out for obscene or obscure warnings. There was a contest on one of the political blogs I frequent that isn't listed here, and man...some of the entries were hilarious. I had to save them to print and post in the apartment come August.
Anyway, I think that's it for now. I'll try to post again before I head for the land of Retirees and Mosquitoes, but I can't promise anything.
morgan puzzled the will Thursday, May 15, 2003 11:49 p.m.
When you come back down...
So absolutely nothing of interest has happened here this week. I've sat in on some of Mom's rehearsals and done some costume shopping for the show...sat in the back of the auditorium and made crass jokes with Jason about the corny lines in the play. I mean, how can you pass up a dirty joke when it presents itself in a line like, "How's your poker, File?"
I also think I'll be helping Vince out as master of ceremonies for the Players banquet in July...Susan loved our idea of throwing in little spoof skits of the nominees for Best Show. I've already written the one for Virginia Woolf...and I'm sure that's what I'll be working on down in Florida next week.
Mom and Dad are still amazed at the good mood I'm in...and they're right, it's certainly a change from last year (read: a change from me bawling my eyes out for the first two weeks after school ended). It's different from the summer after I graduated from high school, even. I think the big change is that I understand the place in which I left every single relationship with every person at Rhodes this year. I'm not saying everything was resolved with everyone...but if it wasn't, I know why. If it was, I'm glad. And the weird thing is that if it's in limbo, it's a limbo with someone I trust and to whom I'm very close, so I know it'll be fine when I move back in August.
To be less abstract, yes, I'm still thinking of Alexi. But pining over him (which I'm not) isn't going to keep me from having a good time with people like Jason. In fact, I had to laugh yesterday, because I knew that while I was having great fun being an idiot with Jason, Alexi is having great fun being one with Dustin out in God knows where in the Grand Canyon...and while I was getting lectured for being loud in rehearsal by my mom, I knew he's getting lectured by Dustin for...well, other things. Bwahaha. So it's no big deal. I can play the CD I made and named after him without feeling like a stalker...I think. It would be stalker-like if I had actually written his name on the CD, which I didn't. I promise.
Anyway, I need to hit the sack so I can get up and clean this house tomorrow. If Michelle stays here Friday night, we might be using boxes for endtables downstairs. Not that we'd mind, mind you, but I'd like to be able to get dressed to go out of the house without digging through boxes to find matching shoes.
morgan puzzled the will Wednesday, May 14, 2003 11:47 p.m.
Home again...ay, ay, ay.
Got home last night after taking my movement final. Mom and Dad loaded the car while I was at the theatre, and then after some quick farewells we were outta there. I'm glad, too, because it looked like the weather there was about to get nasty.
So there are now two million loads of laundry to do, which I don't mind. I'd like to finish a new layout for this thing before Michelle and Katie arrive Friday, because after that I'm headed to Florida and won't be back for a week. It's about time that my Pita go through Hamlet detox, too.
Right, off to do something productive...I'll post more, later.
morgan puzzled the will Sunday, May 11, 2003 04:04 p.m.
Mourning my loss...
I just discovered that my favorite pair of jeans has finally worn a hole in the rear. I think I'll take them home and bury them, late at night, in the back yard.
morgan puzzled the will Friday, May 9, 2003 02:24 p.m.
Pit crew? Yes please!
Thorne, I love the idea of having a Nascar team for support while writing papers. There's something about that noise they make with their powertools that hypes you up. If I had time I would draw this.
I just got shot in the back with a watergun. I feel like Jesse James...but wet as opposed to dead.
morgan puzzled the will Friday, May 9, 2003 12:02 p.m.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the West...
Dinner with Bob was quite enjoyable. I'm glad we're keeping in touch...and when I come back over the summer to visit, I'll have to be sure to see him.
Rehearsal for the movement piece went better than usual...we ran the transitions a couple times, and all the poems are done. Now all that's left is the scene and the final piece...which we can choreograph tomorrow.
I walked back to my room afterward...it was dark, and kinda nice outside. It was the first time I've had to walk back across campus by myself since Alexi left. I didn't like it one bit. Not that I'm afraid to walk across campus by myself...small school, well-lit, and I'm ballsy. I just prefer to do it in good company, just as I think anyone would. I like being able to feel safe in somebody's presence without feeling like a wuss because of it.
It's still humid here to the point of feeling like you're trying to breathe mayonnaise...or like you're walking around in an armpit. At night it's more tolerable.
Ye Gods, I need to pack. And do laundry. And also pack. -_-;;
morgan puzzled the will Friday, May 9, 2003 12:04 a.m.
It's the waiting that's the hard part.
Killing time before Bob arrives for a pre-summer outing. This survey looked particularly tasty...if I wanted to be really attentive to my procrastination, I would take this thing and use a band OTHER than the obvious one for me: Les Beatles.
Fill out each question with the title of a song. All titles have to be by the same band.
Are you male or female?: Another Girl.
Describe yourself: Her Majesty.
How do some people feel about you?: Honey Pie...*snort*
How do you feel about yourself?: I'm Only Sleeping.
Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest/spouse: Mother Nature's Son.
Where would you rather be?: Back in the USSR.
Describe what you want to be/do: Fixing a Hole.
Describe how you live: Eight Days a Week.
Describe how you love: In Spite of All Danger...Got to Get You Into My Life. (so I cheated and used two...)
Share a few words of wisdom: Let It Be.
Whew. I should try that again sometime...that was fun. If anybody knows where to find another quiz similar to this, but longer, maybe...let me know. I'm bored. ^_^
Oh! Glad to know you got home safe.
morgan puzzled the will Thursday, May 8, 2003 06:52 p.m.
Quizziness.
Bored. Quiz time.
You're the Cheshire Cat. Your mysterious aura and
your penchant for riddles keep your friends
guessing. You dislike staying too long in any
one place. Your advice is always sound, if
somewhat enigmatic. The sum total of this is
that people are always following you and you
just WANT TO GET AWAY!
Which famous feline are you?
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You will drink too much gin. Not the worst way to
die, but you won't remember too much of your
life. Hey, at least you made some people laugh!
What horrible Edward Gorey Death will you die?
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You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's a
little bit cocky and usually associated with
evil or arrogant,but attractive people.You
probably just don't give a damn,but it's
everyone else's fault if you don't because
you're too awesome to have any real faults.
What Kind of Smile are You?
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morgan puzzled the will Tuesday, May 6, 2003 12:22 a.m.
Please, please me like you want to
Alexi left about 45 minutes ago. He came by to bring the rest of the Hamlet artwork for people to pick up, and to say goodbye. Sad.
When I say I think we're leaving it at a good place for the summer, and that we're both really excited about all the fun that's in store for the fall...that doesn't mean I'm not going to miss him.
Of course, THAT doesn't mean I'm not going to have fun this summer. But still...give me my day or so. I'll listen to my "Laurence Olivier" CD and talk about him constantly for a day or so, but all in all I think I'm in MUCH better shape than I was this time last year with Matt.
For one thing, Alexi came by before he left. Major brownie points there. I know where we're leaving things for now, which is good.
Anyway, I've got a meeting with my Movement class about our final...which is going to be a pain in the arse. I can't wait for the rest of this week...Jonathan and I are planning on hitting his, "I'm through with exams," bottle of wine. Eeeeeeeee. ^_^
morgan puzzled the will Monday, May 5, 2003 08:44 p.m.
Was that thunder, or am I just really hungry?
Big-ass storms here last night. I don't mind them so much when my spastic dog isn't here to vibrate in my lap (as pleasant as that sounds, he smells really bad when he gets scared). The only downside is that it is our first really humid day since last summer, so my hair is a fuzzball.
Monologues memorized, but I don't know how well they're going to go. Either I've absorbed all this stuff we've learned this semester and it's just second-nature, or I really haven't absorbed it at all and they're going to suck and Cookie is going to yell at me for being a lazy shit. Ah, well.
Rufus in fishnets...*snicker*
Talked with Catt online last night and swapped fic-snippets. Now I know I'm going to be working on the Harry Potter monstrosity that's lodged itself in my brain...especially since the fifth book is coming out. I'll be completely useless for weeks afterward, I can already tell.
morgan puzzled the will Monday, May 5, 2003 08:45 a.m.
Don't know much about history, don't know much biology...
It's officially exam week here, which blows. None of us really have anything too intimidating academically this week, but we can't run around and be stupid because of the 24-hour quiet hours. So, logically, we must go elsewhere to enact our stupidity.
Went to Memphis in May last night (sort of along the lines of Music Midtown for my fellow Georgians). Even though it wasn't a night with many bands with which I'm familiar, it was the night all the guys were going, so I went anyway. I'm glad I did, I had a great time and I think I need to investigate this Ben Harper fellow further.
Alexi was...interesting last night. He was really protective during the concert for some reason. Not that I minded, since large crowds of drunk and/or stoned people make me leery. We maneuvered onto a hill sort of to the side and a good distance away from the stage so the short people (read: I) could see. There was this really, REALLY drunk guy behind us who was being overly obnoxious and foul, and it was funny to watch every girl get disgusted and every guy get really protective and irritated. I've decided I enjoy outdoor concerts much more when I have someone tall and male standing right behind me.
Those of you who know me well might find it a bit odd that I'm saying this. I am a very independent, self-sufficient person, and I hate to have to swallow my pride and ask for help in nearly any situation. That's what makes whatever this is with Alexi so weird for me...he's protective, but not in that, "Step aside, little girl, let me open that big scary jar of pickles," kind of way. It's more of a, "I'm on your side, just in case," kind of thing. It doesn't make me feel inferior or stupid, and it lets him do the whole machismo thing that guys enjoy so much.
Anyway, girly section of this post aside, I had a really good time and while I'm sorry he's leaving so early (tomorrow or Tuesday morning), I think things are at a good place. I do kind of pity him, though...when he and his Dustin are camping in the grand canyon, I have a feeling Dustin will be giving him quite the lecture.
Must go memorize these damn Shakespeare monologues...exam tomorrow. Bah.
morgan puzzled the will Sunday, May 4, 2003 02:10 p.m.
New and amazing distractions...
Found this wonderful toy this morning. It generates a random poem based on a URL you plug in...so I thought I do a few people's blogs.
First, Catt:
Bara no Densetsu Spectacle
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me with
anything too hard and I even have to the
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get home. That would help if
I
can't come easy go, will
have to, you know. 0_o Rufus: *from
being hideously stubborn.
Would have two reading days
yet,
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of the accident to put it About ten
or take out
of
course, I can't Start the test entry!
Whoo! ...Catt
saved Hyrule @ 02:16 a.
Thorne:
disarming smile Hadashi no choice except the only, one
who will hand everything in the
Nibelheim mission, which is a m.,
Saturday, May 2, 2003. Arrrr, matey
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for a song Scar
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good.
Danielle:
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the past 24 hours. every
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good. and everything.
And last but not least, Fishy:
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her custody one
day!!! one of
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haha..the world, WILL
take OVER THE shuga
That's it for my current procrastination. Stay tuned for more.
morgan puzzled the will Saturday, May 3, 2003 09:48 a.m.
I see a little silhouetto of a man...
Ne, Catt, it's funny you should mention boys singing Bohemian Rhapsody. We had to clean all the junk out of the theatre yesterday, and everyone started singing that...I didn't know my male friends here could sing falsetto that...well. Eh heh...
Revising my LAST PAPER THIS YEAR. About to go to my LAST CLASS THIS YEAR. Boo-yah.
To finish up this useless post, I give you the Pirate Joke o' the Day, in honor of Thorne. Caution, this one's rated ARRRRRR!
A man walks into a bar and notices a pirate perched at the counter drinking his requisite grog. The man, who is easily excitable, says, "Dude! How'd you get your peg leg?" The pirate answers, "Arrr, I was swabbin' the poop deck when a shark leaped aboard and bit off me leg." The man replies, "Awesome! How'd you get your hook?" The pirate answers, "Arrr, we had boarded another ship and the fightin' was fierce, and one of the scallywags cut off me hand with his saber." The man cries, "Hardcore! How'd you get your eye patch?" The pirate answers, "A seagull flew over and shit in me eye." The man, bewildered, says, "But that wouldn't make you lose your eye!" The pirate replies, "No, but it was the first day I had me hook."
Yo ho ho. Feel free to make me walk the plank for that one.
morgan puzzled the will Friday, May 2, 2003 09:43 a.m.
Still going through Hamlet detox.
Since I stayed up all night last night writing that damn paper, I'm very, very tired at the moment. I know if I go to bed now, though, I'll just wake up at some ungodly early hour tomorrow morning and my entire sleep schedule will be royally fucked.
So, to busy myself until I deem it appropriate time to pass out, I give you the Gallery O' Hamlet. It's mostly for the folks in the show here, as the artwork is posted in my personal gallery, as well. There are some photos my mom took, though, and they're better quality than those on the other site. You should check them out if you're not sick of me talking about this thing already.
There's no link back here since...well, since I don't want most of the people involved in the show to read this. Wouldn't that be awkward? o_O
morgan puzzled the will Wednesday, April 30, 2003 09:07 p.m.
Future necrophiliacs of America unite!
I have to take a break from the Paper from Hell to post this...Paige volunteers at a local preschool Wednesday mornings. Today she came back with this fabulous bit of humor: apparently the teacher decided to tell the kids a story instead of reading them one, and she told them Snow White (which she initially called Sleeping Beauty, but she corrected it halfway through). Keep in mind this is told in the Memphis accent, which is a strange blend of Southern and Televangelist.
In this version, the Queen was a total stranger who hated Snow White because her crystal ball told her to. So she found Snow White and gave her an apple that was so beautiful and so, so shiny that Snow White forgot all about her mom telling her not to take food from strangers. So Snow White took a bite, but the apple was poisoned and got stuck in her throat, and she died. Children, she DIED.
It was here that Paige said, "Um...I don't think she died, really. It was more like a deep sleep." The teacher replied, "Oh, no. It was a state of death."
Anyway, she went on that the Queen said, "HOORAY! HOORAY!" when Snow White died. She threw a party and everybody in the land came to celebrate that poor girl's death. Then the little men (named Doozy, Dopey, Grumpy, Silly, and Grumpy) Snow White had been living with (no, it wasn't in sin, children. She was their maid) put her in a coffin because unfortunately, children, that's what we have to do when people die. We have to put them in the ground. So they were about to put her in the ground when the prince came up and said he wanted to kiss her because he'd never gotten the chance. And the little men all said, "But she's DEAD!" The prince said he didn't care none, he just wanted to kiss her. So he opened the coffin and everybody was looking at him real strange, and he kissed Snow White. He kissed her on the lips, children.
And you know what happened? She started coughing and she hacked up that piece of poison apple and she woke up! She woke up when she had almost made it to heaven. Her soul was almost up there in heaven with the baby Jesus and she woke up because he kissed her! And the prince said, "Snow White, will you marry me so you can come live with me?" And she said, "Yes." And the little men said, "Snow White, even though you're going to go live with him because you're getting married, will you still come see us because we need you to come cook and clean for us?" And she promised, children. She promised to come back and do that for them because you always keep your promises. And you never take food from strangers. The end.
That was infinitely more entertaining that the original version, I think. ^_^
morgan puzzled the will Wednesday, April 30, 2003 09:50 a.m.
It's 3:00am, do you know where your Morgan is?
She's been sitting here since her last post, minus a trip to Ellett because the Coke machine downstairs wasn't working. I'm halfway done with this beast.
McDonald's fries are very salty and just what I needed to wake me up. I've been snacking on sweet stuff all night, so I owe Lucie bigtime for the food run.
Must wake up...time for techno.
morgan puzzled the will Wednesday, April 30, 2003 03:01 a.m.
Take me to the river.
What do I have due tomorrow? An 8-10 page poetry final. What should I have been working on today? An 8-10 page poetry final. What DID I do today?
Go to the river with everybody. It seemed like a good idea at the time...
Anyway, I need to get writing on this bitch. I have a feeling I won't be sleeping for the next couple days, so < a href="http://thorne.pitas.com">you won't be the only one walking around like a zombie.
morgan puzzled the will Tuesday, April 29, 2003 08:17 p.m.
Let me hold up the mirror.
Okay, I definitely cried at the theatre yesterday. But then, so did almost everyone else. Anders was bawling. Kendall got choked up. Cookie, too. We all gathered around and said things we knew were inadequate to express what we felt. The overarching theme is that we did what we set out to do: we got our peers into the theatre, and we got them loving it. We told the story we wanted to tell, the story Horatio promises to tell, but in doing so we've also told our story. You can't watch the play without seeing the work that's gone into it and the connections that have been made between every one of us.
Striking the set was hard, but in a way it helps. The set almost becomes alive during the show, and seeing it stripped down to wood and screws and masonite helps lay it to rest. I did, however, manage to nab all three skulls, though I gave one to Anders. I figured he deserved it, since he was in that scene and he really surprised all of us with his comments before the show yesterday.
I keep wandering off to clean up little bits of the room because I can't articulate what I want to say here. It's already 10:00, so I've been writing this entry on and off for an hour now. I guess I'll quit trying to capture what is, to me, the living, breathing thing we created and just explain what happened afterward, instead.
We presented Cookie with the framed cast portrait that Alexi drew, with the card we all signed, and she was speechless.
Afterward we drove out to Ralph's and just hung around. Kyle's older brother is in town until tomorrow, so he wanted us all to meet him, of course. I think it's so funny to see the three boys and Ralph around each other...peas in a pod. What's great is to see the bits of Miriam that they all have...it's the attitude. Everyone has always said I'm pretty much a 50/50 mix between my parents...I often wonder if I'd had siblings what they would have looked like.
I got in another pillowfight with Alexi. I've decided that if I had met him in middle or high school, I would have HATED him. The only thing the guy can't do is play and sing at the same time, otherwise he's too perfect to be human. Even his handwriting is perfect. He would have been such competition from my perspective four years ago...I kind of liked the big fish, little pond, effortless talent thing I had going. I would have hated him.
God, it sounds like I'm describing an episode of Kare Kano. 0_o
Anyway, somehow Kendall, Samantha, Dustin and I got onto the topic of who was a "romantic" in the group. Alexi was just playing the guitar, not really participating in the conversation. Kendall made some comment that I was obviously NOT romantic, and Dustin and Alexi came to my defense (thankfully or not, I'm not sure). Alexi said, "Oh, no. She is. She'd rather die than admit it, but she is. I know she doesn't fast-forward through that romantic scene in Robin Hood when she's alone." And Dustin agreed, "Yep. It's in the hugs. You can tell." It was really kind of funny, because what they said was true (I really DON'T fast forward through that scene by myself).
morgan puzzled the will Monday, April 28, 2003 08:56 a.m.
Down to one last breath.
The show was fucking amazing tonight. We had to go back into the theatre after curtain call because the audience was stomping and clapping even after giving us a standing ovation...that was so damn cool.
It was Matt and Kyle's last CUP show tonight. It wasn't particularly great...but in a way, that makes it better. You could see how tired they both were and how little they wanted to be there...but they did it anyway, and they did a fine job. I wonder if CUP will ever be as good. I doubt it. It wasn't the same after Bob and Ramsey left...so it sure as hell won't be the same without Matt and Kyle.
Our last performance is tomorrow. No, today, by now. This afternoon. And then we strike the set, and it's gone. That's the fault of doing theatre...it's a living art. One performance is never the same as the next, and we all hinge on such a vast set of delicate circumstances...timing, memory, audience, love of the art. Film can't capture the feel of a live performance, and photos can hardly do it justice.
I love this show and the people in it so much it hurts sometimes. I have a feeling the show tomorrow is going to be an emotional rollercoaster for everyone involved.
I hope I never lose touch with what we've learned and created.
I hope I never lose touch with the friends we've become.
I hope I don't cry my eyes out tomorrow...it's a distinct possibility. But if we learned nothing else from the experience that was this show's creation, we've learned that we're all human, and that, as difficult as it is to believe sometimes, it's perfectly alright.
But as Kyle said earlier this year, "Oh, man, am I in trouble."
morgan puzzled the will Sunday, April 27, 2003 02:09 a.m.
This ain't your father's ghost...
Prepare for a long entry, rife with theatre stuff.
Two very, very strange nights at the theatre. Thursday was strange because there were approximately 1.5 million Catholic schoolgirls there. Apparently Kyle, Anders, and Stout visited the school to talk to its English classes about our production, and the potential eye candy was enough to get them to come to the show. They were too busy wiping drool off their chins to pay attention to much else, and they stuck around in the lobby for half an hour afterward, vying for photos with the guys.
Jeanne, Matt, Samantha, Alexi and I hid in the dressing room. It was also a strange night because I hadn't slept the night before due to set design, and I felt like I'd been put through the wringer.
Vince called and left a message for me yesterday that he can't come to the show this weekend...not because of his job, as I had assumed, but because he's apparently had an irregular heartbeat for a while now and just decided to get it check out this week. The doctor wants him to stick close to town this weekend so he can have more tests run. I know this happens to a lot of people and it's usually not a big deal, but Vince sounded worried about it...and Vince is Mr. Eternal Optimism, so the fact that he sounded nervous made ME nervous. I'm worried about him, mad at him that he didn't get it checked sooner, and sad that he can't come see a show I'm very, very proud of. So it was really handy that right after talking to him and feeling more than a little upset, Alexi came by the theatre to set up his equipment for the show. He knew something was wrong, and it was kinda nice to be able to just have somebody to talk to. He also insisted on trying to cheer me up. It worked.
Anyway, last night was strange in that half the performance felt like it was just on fire, and the other half felt like trudging through wet mud. The truly weird thing, though, is that because our audiences have been completely full (to the point of turning people away even AFTER adding seats), we didn't remember to save Annie a seat.
For those who don't know, Annie is the McCoy theatre's resident ghost. The building used to be a sorority house that went defunct after a student who didn't get a bid hanged herself from the rafters. She's generally a nice ghost (or as nice as ghosts go, I assume), and just a little playful. We always invite her to the show opening night, and there's a stool with her name on it that's always out in the back row for her to sit on.
Well, Annie didn't have a seat last night. So she started wandering around backstage. Rachel and Anders were due onstage at any minute, and Rachel turned around and spotted a person whom she THOUGHT was Anders, and started tugging on his shoulder to get him onstage. Then Anders, who was actually on the other side of the entrance from Rachel, asked her who she was talking to. Rachel sees the real Anders, turns around to see who she's pulling at, and it's Annie. The weird part is that Rachel was pointing right at her and Anders couldn't see her. Suffice it to say we put her stool up in the light booth with Nicole, who didn't much like the idea, but things quieted down afterward.
Mom and Dad are on their way as I type. I should probably clean and/or pack some stuff for them...so I'll post more later, probably early this week before things get too hectic academics-wise.
morgan puzzled the will Saturday, April 26, 2003 10:26 a.m.
Dammit.
I did some checking on this baby carrot myth, and it appears my room mate was correct. I just don't get why, if they are cut form big carrots and presumaby by machine, they aren't more uniform. I mean, there are some funky-looking baby carrots in any package you buy.
Ah, well. I suppose the illusions of childhood/consumerist nutrition-crazed America had to be shattered at some point. At least the Easter Bunny is real, right?
morgan puzzled the will Wednesday, April 23, 2003 09:13 a.m.
Smash the idol...
Paige just informed me that baby carrots do not grow...they're cut from big carrots. That's like saying veal is cut from big cows.
The mental image I just got from that statement was one of the more disturbing I've had recently. It could have something to do with having seen House of 1000 Corpses last week. Eew.
Anyway, happy thoughts...happy thoughts...um...ah! I just read somewhere that Who Framed Roger Rabbit? is out on DVD. Must own...bwahahaha. That's a big part of my between-childhood-and-stupid-teenager phase. ^_^
morgan puzzled the will Tuesday, April 22, 2003 10:49 p.m.
Eat your heart out, Raphael.
Just finished the design for the latest Contents Under Pressure show poster...a parody of The School of Athens, it features the members of the troupe in the painting. It's b&w since they're cheap as far as printing goes. You can see it in the gallery.
Speaking of Raphael...I admit I watched an episode of the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series. I wasn't all that much of a fan of the original, but I do recall it pretty well. I was pleasantly surprised with what I found...it kept a lot of the same character designs with a couple re-workings (like the Shredder) that looked good. It was a helluva lot better than the redesign of He-Man *shudder*. And thank God they wrote a new theme song. I hated that damn thing.
So, although I give the new version of TMNT two thumbs up, I'm still praying that they won't do a remake of She-Ra. I would cry. Just put the original on the air, dammit. It's retro. That's cool now, right? Right.
morgan puzzled the will Tuesday, April 22, 2003 01:29 a.m.
I'm alive, I swear.
Now that I have reclaimed my soul from the hedonistic chaos that was Easter Break, I think I'll post something so everyone knows I'm still alive. I don't remember what I posted Thursday (I THINK that was the last time I posted...I forgot to check before typing this), so I'll try to sum up the past few days in as few words as possible.
Here goes: poker, movies, the "other" Hamlet, Kyle, Matt, Bob, Alexi, Easter candy, jam sessions, Easter candy, Sinatra, afternoons with a consistently hungover Helen, Easter candy, and pillow fights. And Easter candy. Did I mention Easter candy? We have a ridiculous amount of egg-shaped processed sugar. And a lot of it went in my tummy this weekend.
I don't think it's quite in the spirit of the holiday to get cracked out on Peeps, crank up the Sinatra, and run around wearing a fedora with a flower in it and a Jesus is my Homeboy t-shirt while singing, "The Lady is a Tramp."
Anyway, despite all the sugar, it was a pretty mellow weekend. Lots of time spent over at Kyle's, lots of time spent with Alexi, and I saw Bob twice. Yay. And on Friday night we kinda had a little mini-jam with Bob and Kyle playing some of their newer original stuff-in-the-works, and Bob insisted I go get my flute because he wants it on the final recording. Sweet.
I should probably run through the shower before class. When I return, you shall hear tales of glorious pillowfights and of Hamlets gone Bad.
"Love is that biochemical urge that stops you from killing someone when it really would be appropriate." This made me laugh until I woke my room mate up. She thanks you.
morgan puzzled the will Monday, April 21, 2003 08:53 a.m.
Mr. Clean gets rid of dirt and grime and grease in just a minute...
Spring cleaning mission accomplished. This room is now so clean as to suggest that eating off the floor wouldn't give you leprosy.
I've always been wary of things that are TOO clean, come to think of it. I need to go strategically scatter some laundry or something around here so I don't get freaked by my own clinically-cleanliness.
morgan puzzled the will Thursday, April 17, 2003 05:00 p.m.
Here come ol' flat-top, he come groovin' up slowly
I have come to the conclusion that I need to learn more about poker. It was poker night at Kyle's parents house last night, so a group of us went. I went with a basic, basic knowledge of the game gleaned from westerns and The Odd Couple. Miriam took it upon herself to be my guru and teach me how to play as many games as possible...I'll probably remember two or three. I didn't lose too terribly bad, since they were all nice and I was learning. Though Miriam did say I have one thing going for me: I'm a theatre major. And even if I have horrible luck in the game, I can bluff like hell.
Which I did. And I cleaned both Kyle and Matt OUT. Bwahahaha.
Anyway, we then watched Spirited Away. It's my second time seeing it...and although it won an Oscar and is considered Miyazaki's "masterpiece" and what have you, I still prefer Princess Mononoke. Maybe I just need to watch it AGAIN...and I'm not saying I dislike it, by any means...but it doesn't strike the same chord with me.
But the best came last...when I got back to campus, I walked in the door...and it was COLD. "Cold?" I thought, puzzled. Then I realized that physical plant has turned on the air conditioning. I was totally alone in my discovery, though, and I couldn't find Helen to jump around with, so I ran around my room all by myself and did what I like to call my "We have A/C" dance.
I did it again this morning when I woke up and had to tug the quilt up because I was cold.
My apologies to you and everyone else whose air isn't working because schools want to save money and wait until 25% of their students die from heatstroke before turning on the air. It was that way here last year, too. In fact, I'm shocked they turned it on.
Mmm...breakfast. I'm sure I'll post more later, but for now I'm about to eat my face off.
morgan puzzled the will Thursday, April 17, 2003 09:58 a.m.
Peeps + pixie stix + play clay = a herd of peni.
Yes, you read that right. Yes, it's probably best to ignore that and wait for me to post the pictures.
Last day of classes before Easter break. Of course I don't want to do work...I always get mroe done when I'm strapped for time and have to manage it wisely. For instance, not having Hamlet this week has created a vacuum in my free time...no way in hell I want to sit down right after dinner and do my work when I'm used to heading to the theatre. And then I get distracted by people on the hall that I haven't talked to for weeks because of Hamlet, and so I never get the work done, anyway. That, and it's all stupid stuff that I don't want to do.
This weekend is going to be great fun. Paige is leaving, but Helen is staying...as is Ben, which means we'll be heading over to Sandi's at some point to hang out. I think Helen and Sandi will get along swimmingly...yay. And of course Matt and Kyle will be here, and Kyle's mom invited all of us that are staying in town (me, Alexi, Travis, etc.) out to their house for dinner. Again, wowie zowie.
Wowie zowie? Too much Christopher Walken SNL.
Time for class. Man, I keep thinking it's Friday, so I forget that I have poetry this afternoon. Bah.
morgan puzzled the will Wednesday, April 16, 2003 09:31 a.m.
Two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo in the sun
Welp, no more Hamlet until after Easter. Sometimes I wonder what I'll blog about when this thing is over. -_-;; Anyway, it was a good weekend overall. I won't go into detail here, but the highlights include Mom and Dad both loving the show (that's a feat, considering how much Mom hates Shakespeare and the many bad experiences they've had working on it with Alan). They also surprised me with a copy of the Let It Be LP they picked up in an antique store last weekend. Awesome. The record looks like it's in decent condition, and the jacket isn't too bad, either.
Photo call was last night, so we were there at the theatre until 12:30. All were tired, most were starving, and everyone was very, very anxious to get out of there. A group of us went to IHOP afterward, and for some reason a marathon of hardcore flirting via pokes in the ribs and verbal sparring commenced between Alexi and me. Hell, I'll get it when and where I can. There was also the added bonus that it was starting to make Nicole very jealous, but I won't go into that for fear it would make me sound petty.
Oh, fine. I admit it. It was great. It was even better when she called me this afternoon and said, "Girl, after last night, I just don't know what to say. You two..." I assured her that I didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary for him since he does nearly the same thing with Sophie and Rachel to some extent (which is true), and that I doubt anything will come of it (which is also true). She insisted that while Sophie and Rachel initiate a lot of it, I don't, which makes it significant. Eh, whatever. It's too late in the year for me to get all worked up about this. I might as well have fun with what comes my way and not sit there all moody over what doesn't.
I've tried to clean the room four times today. I've been interrupted by a roach, the phone, and my own procrastination. I have GOT to make it further along than dusting off the coffeemaker.
Thorne's comment that she's starting to get the creeps form her own layout inspires me. Perhaps I should attempt a layout that will give myself the willies. What that would be, I have no idea...hmm. Suggestions are welcome.
morgan puzzled the will Sunday, April 13, 2003 04:33 p.m.
Tada.
Most of the Hamlet artwork has been uploaded to the gallery. Also, there's some more photos on Megan's Hamlet site. Check them out, too. There's actually some of me this time.
morgan puzzled the will Friday, April 11, 2003 01:20 p.m.
The play's the thing...
Opening night went swimmingly. There were a few minor glitches, but nothing that couldn't be easily covered. I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off all afternoon...finished all the pictures but Travis', went to Kinko's at 4:30, got back at 5:00, shoved them in frames, showered, ate a stale powerbar, and was there at the theatre by 6:15. As I was passing out the pictures, I realized I left Richard out of the drawing of the players, so I had to tell him I left his AND Travis' at home and he'd get it the next day. So now I have to draw Richard Pearson something special so he doesn't go suicidal. Great.
But besides that, everyone loved what they got. I think I made Ralph and Kendall both cry, and Kyle and Erin absolutely loved theirs. I was running around trying to pass them out to everyone before warm-ups and Alexi caught me in mid-run and said, "You need to calm down, girl! You're bouncing out of the ball park!" So I got a big hug and a, "shhh," from him, and when I asked what that was for, he said he just wanted me to hold still long enough so he could thank me.
I realized after the show began that we forgot to tune. At least the first times I play are when the ghost is onstage, so if it sounds discordant it works.
Anyway, the parents are in town and I have laundry duty at the shop. I have a few minutes, so I think I'll scan some of the drawings (I kept all the originals) and post them in the gallery.
morgan puzzled the will Friday, April 11, 2003 12:12 p.m.
Prettyness!
Catt your return to the realm of web pages makes me giddy. And it takes a lot to make me giddy at this point, since I'm up to my eyeballs in artwork for the cast and crew of Hamlet right now, and I'm running on Claritin and green tea strong enough to strip the enamel from your teeth. Wheeeee!
Last night was dollar night, so we had our first real audience, comprised almost entirely of our peers. And I think...I think they loved it. Hannah had never read or seen Hamlet before and she adored it. And Chris Davis wrote a wonderful article featuring our show and the version of Hamlet that's going on at Theatre Memphis right now...I'm so glad we're getting good press.
Must get back to work. Tonight is officially opening night, so I have to get these drawings done and get my ass to Kinko's to get them copied for everyone.
morgan puzzled the will Thursday, April 10, 2003 08:40 a.m.
Time for a quickie.
Goodies from Catt? Wheeeee! I can't wait.
And I like the way you think. I'm off to search for my club now.
morgan puzzled the will Tuesday, April 8, 2003 01:23 p.m.
Pause for a moment of girly speculation.
Alright, I apologize in advance, but I need to list this stuff out logically and I refuse to do it in class where random people can read it. Yes, I KNOW that's what will happen on the internet, but there's something about writing something by hand that makes it that much more incriminating...
Anyway, pros and cons. Pro: I'd say Alexi and I are definitely closer...as friends. We joke and pick on each other (and everyone else), and hit each other, and he's discovered the fact that I'm only ticklish when I'm caught off-guard or around someone who makes me nervous. Well, he doesn't know the nervous bit. He's started hanging around with me and the group more, and one or the other of us always waits and we walk back to our side of campus together. Like I said, mostly friendly stuff. Which is fine, I guess, since all I really want to do is spend time with him to get to know him better because he's really a cool guy.
Con: If this is really the case, it shouldn't bother me that Sarah Davis is making some serious moves on the boy. Not that it's my choice, mind you, but come on. The girl is BIZARRE. It was really disgusting at the party Thursday, she was all over him and it was obviously making him uncomfortable. He said so on Friday. So why did he walk her home tonight?! I assume that's what happened. Grrr.
And on top of that, I think Jonathan and Jessica are getting back together. Again, not that it's my choice, but he's SETTLING. He's talked to me about her and their situation, and it's not what it should be. I'm not saying it should be ME, I'm just saying it SHOULDN'T be her.
Man, Sartre was full of shit when he said man had infinite choices with infinite responsibilities attached to them. I see no choices other than drunken horny fratboy freshmen, but they're pretty much out of the running.
morgan puzzled the will Monday, April 7, 2003 11:41 p.m.
Fun with search hits!
Yep, it's that time again. It's the time when Morgan gets bored between classes but has nothing of interest to post, so instead she checks her stats and has a hearty laugh at the shit people search for on the internet!
If you come here searching for this again, I'll paddle you myself.
I didn't know her, but my condolences to the family of the late Bridgette Anderson.
Jesus God, people. You make it sound like it would be so undesirable for Harry if this were to happen.
Again, my condolences. I hope your privates make a full recovery.
morgan puzzled the will Monday, April 7, 2003 01:10 p.m.
Eeeeeeaaaa.
Jesus God, that rehearsal took forever. And it went faster and better than we anticipated, really. Quite a few good things came out of it, though:
First, we are definitely going to record the sound one night this week. We aren't being told what night, though, so we won't get nervous and so certain people (coughRichardcough) won't overdo things. So yay, there will be a Hamlet CD with COPYRIGHTED original music for all to enjoy, whether you like it or not.
Also, if you check this site out, you can see some rehearsal photos taken by our stage manager. They're not particularly great, but you can at least put some faces with some names. Unfortunately I'm not in many at all...in fact, I think one of the few I made it into, along with Alexi in the hat and Kyle as Hamlet in the blue shirt, is the center picture in the second row of the "behind the scenes" section.
After rehearsal we were all starved and too jittery to go home and do work, so Kyle, Erin, Matt, Jonathan, Alexi and I went out to Dan McGuinness and saw Phone Booth, which was actually much better than I thought it was going to be. They had to save a ton of money by having an almost completely static set, but they did come up with quite a few clever devices to keep the audience interested despite the fact that there was little to no movement. And I will NEVER think of Keifer Sutherland in the same way again...and I hope to never talk to him on the phone.
Alright, must go shower and hit the sack. Oat loaf? Nasty.
morgan puzzled the will Monday, April 7, 2003 01:04 a.m.
Wowie zowie.
Man, I had a shit ton of laundry to do. And now, having done it, I have a ton of it to put away. That's always the hard part for some reason...I don't mind hauling it downstairs to wash, but it might sit clean in the basket for a day or two before I get sick of stepping over it.
You know, reading the snippets that you two have been posting lately reminds me of my childhood days of running home from the bus stop to catch my obligatory 30 minutes of animated serial drama. Yay.
Must run brush teeth and get food before rehearsal. This thing is scheduled for six hours...maybe I should take a snack, too. -_-;;
morgan puzzled the will Sunday, April 6, 2003 09:56 a.m.
Spring forward!
Of course we would lose an hour the night before tech rehearsal, and of course it would be during Rites of Spring. Needless to say, I'm behaving myself tonight because tech rehearsals are painful enough as they are without the remnants of debauchery stomping through your head.
The skulls now have some stringy hair and dirt all over them. Suffice it to say they're some of the nastiest things I've ever made. I'm so proud.
I just came back from Kyle's because a) there are lots of people there, and most of them I'm only lukewarm about being around, b) Alexi didn't come over, and c) Stout hit on me twice in fifteen minutes. I weighed the pros and cons and decided to come back to campus. It just wansn't worth it.
Kyle's band, however, did very well tonight. I say Kyle's, but really it's Sam, Kyle, Chuck, Matt, John, Joe, Jeremy, and Eric. Rather large for a garage band that's stretching its wings, but then it's a nice departure from Nirvana clones. I was front and center for the show, which was excellent despite Sam's equipment fouling up during their encore of, "All Along the Watchtower," which was unfortunate because Sam is the second best guitarist I know (my uncle coming in first). It was really funny to watch Alexi during the show--everyone else was singing along and going crazy, and he wanted to really badly but thought he should take it easy because of rehearsal, but when they started the encore he just threw better judgement to the wind and joined right in with the rest of us. Silly boy.
Well, I'm off to work on some commissions. Thanks go to you for your support as far as the layout goes. You're not half bad yourself. ^_^
morgan puzzled the will Saturday, April 5, 2003 11:41 p.m.
Alas, poor layout. I threw it together, Horatio.
Welp, it was about time for a new layout, and as I think I waited long enough that a Hamlet one won't irritate me during the show, here 'tis. I made the title collage some time ago, but just now took the time to make a layout of it. It's not exactly what I had in mind, but it'll do.
morgan puzzled the will Saturday, April 5, 2003 05:13 p.m.
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