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Monday, January 12th, 2004
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10:50 pm - R2D2 in 'da Hallway...
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I'd just like to point out to all my "dedicated readers", that this week is going to seriously suck...
Today: - Still not done with Chem Homework. Jesus on a cracker, WHY!?! You are so, so lucky, Mark... (I eventually broke down and told Mark I'd do one out of the three HUGE MANDATORY REVIEW PACKETS and he could do the other... and I picked the "harder" one thinking it wasn't going to be "harder". That's me being blonde there.)
Tomorrow: - Chem Test & EK Test
- Play Report in Drama
- Write Stupid Unnecesarry Essay on "Simon Boliviar" (??? WHO IS HE?!?!) for History. Get berated as Mr. Stevens changes MLA format... again...
Wednesday: - History Essay Turn-In
- Finally do monologue (barring Act of God)
- Test in Algebra II
- Probably something else'll pop up here...
Thursday: - Broadway Night Auditions. WHEEFUN.
EDIT: WHAT THE HELL?!?! We never, ever did any practice at all on dissociation crap. EVER. And now there're all these questions on it. Blaaargggh.
I am now convinced that if anyone has an "evil, evil vagina infested with SATAN", it is Ms. Spatz. :o(
EDIT 2: I have decided that if there is justice in the underworld, Ms. Spatz's Hell will be to drown in a festering pile of flaming elemental symbols... FOR ALL OF ETERNITY!!!.. INCLUDING SIG FIGS!!!... EXPRESSED IN MOLES!!!
EDIT 3: I think this Chemistry is beginning to make me hallucinate. I swore I heard R2D2 in the hallway.
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6:45 pm - SEXIST SEXIST SEXIST
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ARGH. Ms. Spatz should be hurled into an unending maelstorm of SUFFERING.
"Here, have 10 hours of homework to do over the weekend, due Tuesday."
"Oh, and your FRIGGIN' SCIENCE FAIR PROJECT TOO!!! RAAARGH!"
GAHHHHH.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. HATE.
...
For some reason this reminds me of the stupidest debate we ever had in Englistory, which is saying a lot.
It basically grilled down to:
Point: - Most Men in the era of the French Revolution were not friendly towards the idea of rights for women.
- Women should have rights.
Counterpoint: - Women just worked at home, so why should they HAVE RIGHTS? Naaaar.
- Women have evil, evil vaginas that are infested with SATAN.
- Some people in our class are seriously in the closet if they hate women this much.
- Mariah: "I mean, women can do anything just as well as any guy can." Alex Anderson: "No they can't. If a woman is elected President, I'm moving to Canada"
... GAHHH. STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID. IDIOT FREAKS SEE IF YOU GET A GIRLFRIEND!!!
I lost my 3.3 Notes for Chem. So I don't know what I'm doing on that part of either of my review packets.
I was hoping school wouldn't be crap this year... but it always is, just in a different way. :o(
current mood:  frustrated
current music: Billy Joel - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
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| Thursday, January 8th, 2004
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6:06 pm - This is Not a Quote and The Fantabulous Whore
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Blargh. This week has been such a horrible, pointless waste... the education system bites.
Today in History, we got this huge bullshit lecture from our History Teacher about proper MLA format and crap, when in fact it was him that was getting MLA totally incorrect and mixing it up with a completely different style of formatting and citation crap. Which he graded all of us down for. Cheers!
Mariah (sarcastic friend of mine) and I nearly didn't pay attention at all, because we literally could find little redeeming value in what he was saying. I'm sorry. He's nice enough, grades easy as hell (if you cannot get an "A" on one of his tests... or get a lower grade and do TEST CORRECTIONS to get full credit... that's just sad. :oP), but I'll be damned if his rhetoric makes a lick of sense.
And like on every page of my paper he was like, "Is this a quote?" "I think I remember this quote from the past..." ... NO YOU FREAK. THAT IS ME WRITING WELL GODDAMNIT. THAT IS NOT A $^@!in QUOTE!!!
I apologize for my outburst, but when I write well, and know I write well, when I normally think everyone's crazy when they say I write well... er... that's really convoluted, but yeah. If I know I write well, and then you think I'm quoting some world famous author... get a clue, look up the quote on Google or that magical fact checking program you said you have and realize that, oops, that's just the kid's writing. Sorry if you wanted to sound so high and mighty about you "catching" somebody in the middle of plagirism.
I also hate the fact that he graded us down for not citing like mad crazy... for common knowledge. It's like me saying, "Marx waxed philosophy about the blue sky." (not true, just to be clear) and then him saying, "Where's your source... that the sky is blue?" ... CRIPES. And he told us only to cite a few times, and that we couldn't use footnotes (which are so much less obtrusive than citations and don't interrupt the flow of your paper)... blah. Just blah. I love textual support and sources because they help the validity of your paper so much, but me saying something along the lines of, "Russia adopted a version of Marxist doctrine", expressed in a much more fluid manner mind you, and then him asking me where my proof was for this, aside from my page long bibliography. And it being essentially common knowledge.
But I do believe I went off on a bit of a tangetn there, so my emotions may be clouding my good judgment. :oP
We haven't learned anything about the French Revolution. We've supposedly been studying it, but all I've caught onto (because I actually attempt to listen in these instances to get the real info...) is that it involved French people, and they had a revolution. And something about "Monsieur Guillotine" HUZZAH!
Drama... I'm never doing my monologue. Again. Ever. And that's the way it should be... until late Monday/Tuesday. Whenever I get called.
French was mildly alright. Of course, I always think French is okay. I have my Irish Cowboy and Erik to keep me company...
Then Algebra II...
Mr. Johnson is the most hilarious teacher I've ever had, but... I hazard to say there's something wrong with his teaching method... that I can't single out directly.
The only thing I can back up is that we are going way too fast, comparitively. The other Honors classes are on Chapters 4 through Six... and we're on Chapter Eight part Three. Hallejulah, what the hell are we doing?!?!
And the Pep Rally could just as easily have been the auditions for the Cat Scratch Club's new lineup of exotic strippers.
Well. If you could somehow make an army of strippers boring to a male audience.
Not to mention the proceeds may have been humorous and exciting to one with a serious and horrible mental defect afflicting their person... perhaps only then.
Sorry, I'm just being bitter. ^.^ It was really... alright... but I find Pep Rallys dreary more than anything.
Only vaguely cool thing was the Swimming Team coming out in coconut bikinis. The only cool thing. Hot swimmer guys with six packs parading around shirtless is a-ok by me.
And the Wrestling Team just had this whole "homoerotic" feel... with much love toward dear Erik. I want to kill nearly every man on that team. They're all chauvinistic, racist, homophobic stereotypic jock types who the bimbos all melt over... way to set moral standards, ladies. :o(
I actually went to one of the matches, because it was at our school... and I was bored... and I really do care for Erik. I figured: Why not do something nice for my Semi-Not-Quite-Sorta-Kinda-Maybe-Boyfriend? He comes to the Drama things... :o)
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It was the gayest thing EVER. It's so not good for your sanity to watch a guy you like slap around on a mat in like skin-tight spandex with another sweaty guy.
Disconcerting... ^.^'
Okay, BACK TO THE PEP RALLY...
To be fair, I would probably enjoy it more if I liked sports at all, so under those conditions, perhaps tone my opinion down a bit.
I'm still not sure what the relay was "all about". There was a crappy and messy relay race of some sort that I didn't understand the mechanics of. ^.^'
Rehersal for the One-Acts was short, but fine. My cast and director are awesome. Period. I didn't ever say anything, but yeah, we had auditions a long while ago and I made the Musical One-Act. I didn't even know they made those... but apparently they do. And it kicks ass.
... that's all I have to say at the moment. Because I'll put my happier thoughts in another entry.
current mood:  bitchy
current music: A Man Of No Importance - A Man Of No Importance
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2004
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9:28 am - A Huge Difference of Opinion
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Wheeee! It's oh so fun being sick... gahh...
Ah well, at least thanks to the state of education here I can say, "Hey, I'm not missing anything." :oP
For all those following the Big Huge Craptacular Cappies "Scandal", a new chapter has been added. Huzzah!
Okay. Apparently I won an award of some sort for my Cabaret review. If you recall, that's when I was ever-so-tempted to say I thought the MC's performance was juvenile at best, his manner comparable to that of the mentally disabled at worst. Maybe it's just that "Two Ladies" was the most horrible song ever with him spouting out "Too Lay-dahs!!!"... which was the most common lyric in the song. JOY! Regardless, I digress.
While one of the two mentors (a review has to go through and be approved by two mentors before it gets sent to the magical land where reviews get published) thought it was absoutely abhorrent (I think he was angry that I took the 'Official' way out and didn't mention the MC. At all. I pretended he didn't exist.)... the other apparently thought it was a work of genius, and thus I have a "2003-2004 Winter Season Cappie Award for Excellence in Writing and Critique".
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Up yours, other mentor. I hope scenery falls on you like it did in that horrid production of Cabaret!
Maybe that's what I should keep aiming for... if I have a bunch of those on my resume... ^.~
Regardless, that was a nifty thing to happen on a Wednesday (had my name on the announcements and everything... which is nice even though nobody listens to them... and even though nobody outside of Drama And Erik [as my soft, pillowy verbal punching bag when I'm feeling angry at Cappies] knows what the hell a Cappie is and why they're giving me an award].
Also had entirely too much fun playing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles game for the Gamecube. It was SO STUPID but SO FUN AHH. I just kinda got it as a 'joke gift' for Erik for Christmas becuase he's frightfully obsessed with the poor irradiated reptiles (amphibians?), but it's actually fun too. Go figure.
Even if right now I have a stomach illness I think dear Nathan gave me. You bastard!
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| Wednesday, December 31st, 2003
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12:47 pm - Two Ratings and Spikey Boy
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Okay, I figured, hey, why not be like Russ and rate some of the things I got for Christmas. I'm busy waiting for a certain spikey-haired friend to aller over here (sorry, French class joke. :oP ) so we can practice "Light My Candle". Wheee! And to figure out what we maaay need to censor a smidge (it is a song about an exotic dancer doing drugs and an ex-druggie with AIDS... ^.^')
Final Fantasy X-2 (SPOILERS TO FFX)
+ A new foray into the FFX World...
- ... but the ending to the last one was absolutely perfect. We're getting into revisionist nitpicking here
+ The sub-plot concerning the future of Spira and the two factions with different ideas about it thusly is interesting (New Yevon and the Youth League)... you actually have to vaguely make a moral decision in a FF game. Wow.
- Main Plot... OMGWTF?... I don't know what's going on and I'm in Story Level 3 out of 5... there're things goin' on at Temples and MORE UNSENT PEOPLE and GAHHH
+ Active combat system's kinda nifty, especially with chains..
- But combat is way too easy. Waaay. Gunner Yuna at high levels is God.
+ Fun to see what all the characters from the previous game are doing
- Pet Peeve: Why won't they change Wakka's model? They're always like, "You're letting yourself go!" or "You're getting a belly there, Wakka!" and Wakka looks *exactly the same*. He's still a buff muscley Puerto-Rican stoner. These people have had at least a year and a half. CHANGE THE MODEL MAKE IT FATTER GAH
- Pet Peeve 2: Why did Yuna suddenly lose all her White Magic? We have the High Summoner who defeated an ancient god nobody else could defeat... and she's running around whacking on gels and baby wolves? Did I miss the part of the story where it said, "And Yuna suddenly forgot how to do ANYTHING AT ALL!"
Ditto for Rikku. I mean, I know it would be unbalancing to make Yuna at the same power level where she was casting Ultima for 9999 damage, but no continuity at all was kept in this sense. I don't get it.
- STUPID STUPID MINIGAMES THAT I HATE
- Completage Percentage. Thank you for making me play all these STUPID STUPID MINIGAMES to get the Good ending. I appreciate it.
- Near-requires a strategy guide if you want the Good ending at all. Or any plot. There are random moronic things you have to do that have nothing at all to do with the story... but you need to do them so things in the actual plot happen. Yay! Don't dare miss them or you're f-ed.
- Sphere Break. They added a card game thing. WHY. (Included as a "Stupid Stupid Minigame")
Score: 6.5? Maybe 7?
Deus Ex: The Invisible War
+ Really purty graphics...
- Except for character models, which are crap.
- ... and you need a rather powerful machine to chug through it.
+ "Moral Choices"
- That in the end are absolutely meaningless. Don't want to spoil why. And some of them are pretty obvious. Do you bomb the Greenhouse feeding all the peasants in Cairo... or do you cure the nanobot plague causing them to die? Hmmm...
+ Admittedly engrossing/fun storyline that fans of Deus Ex will connect to
- There are some slow moments, though.
+ Excellent beginning sequence
+ Kung-fu Baton action!!! I went through like two hours having killed nobody since I knocked them all out. Just thought that was cool.
+ Biomods are nifty. I was/am a ninja-hacking super-strength electromagnetically charged agent. ^.^
+/- Unified Ammo. I don't like it. Basically, all ammo comes from one source. Essentially makes all weapons beyond a Pistol inefficient due to huge ammo consumption, until you get "Ammo Scavenger" Mods way, way later on.
Note: Download the patch and get "DXTool" if you buy this. Follow instructions on DXTool when executed. Otherwise, your UI will suck. Majorly.
Score: 7.5... 8 if this is really your genre.
And now spikey boy (^.^)'s here. Adieu!
current mood:  accomplished
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| Friday, December 26th, 2003
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3:13 pm - My Lovely Trip to Nowhere, NY
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WARNING: The following describes my abhorrent and pointless trip to Hicksville in New York. Skip down to the bottom if you want to hear my few lines about how cool Christmas in Ohio is... :o)
Christmas Vacation: Day 1:
On the drive up here, encountered the gayest small town I have ever seen... or at least the Arby?s there was. Two couples, and the entire male serving staff seemed to have been recently been made-over by "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy". I felt more "fabulous" just by walking in. Kooky. But damn sexy... in a gay way. ^.^'
Am at grandparents? place in the Boondocks now, and the toilet does not work. I repeat, the toilet does not work. What the $&@%!?!? Dad and I are already feeling claustrophobic in our upstairs hideaway, and he has regressed to watching the entire season of "Big Brother 3" on DVD. God help us all.
At least my grandmother manages to retain the relatively good side of the "down-homey" stereotype.
Racial-Slur-O-Meter - 1 ("I almost got done run over by a chink. Pffpt." Thank you, racist grandfather of mine, thank you.)
Day 2:
Worst. Christmas. Ever. Well. Not quite. But one of the most banal times I?ve had here in awhile, and hell, when something sucks, you nearly always feel like it is the "Worst Ever", don?t you? :oP Was sick during the night, woke up, skipped breakfast, took a shower in the effervescently confusing bathroom, threw some clothes on as my Uncle Jerry and Cousin Jennifer were comin? for some lunchins?. Yee-haw.
Well, to be fair, I?ve come to care for... dare I say love? ... my cousin more; she?s become substantially less bitchy these past two years, and she?s beginning to realize the absurdities of living where she is now, and we?re able to share a good laugh about that.
But yeah. Oh, the absolutely boring stories I can tell about "Christmas" (as it really isn?t even the 25th yet) Lunch. I swear, if the intellect of the conversation rises beyond, "Hmm, so what?s the weather like down thar?", I?m going to start investing in Powerball tickets because then obviously I?ve been blessed. And they had a serious discussion about Michael Jackson. That totally blows my mind. I mean, I can understand speaking of the whole issue on a comedic level... but a serious discussion about Michael Jackson?s sex life during "Christmas" Lunch? Just bizarre.
Yeah, and the "love" between the family during present exchanging... hoo-boy! More warmth could be found up in the frozen Tundra of the Siberian wastes snuggling with the Abominable Snowman. I almost said something about Dad and I getting to practice our, "Oh, isn?t this nice." looks, but that would be a trifle rude, no? :oP
Jennifer (my cousin) and I managed to escape after that to head to SUPER WALMART. Do we have any Super Walmarts down in Virginia? Regardless, the place was absolutely crazy-mad-humongous. There was a salon, a supermarket, a doctor?s office, an optometrist... we eventually came to the conclusion that we could live in this Walmart. We ended up just buying coffee creamer (to keep us awake through the random stories... seriously) and Cherry Coke (same reason). The coffee creamer, by the way, makes almost the best coffee I?ve ever had in my life. Go figure.
Dinner pretty much sucked too. The dead air and the constant banalities that inhabited the conversations made it a rather painful affair. At least my grandmother can cook, bless her country heart. (See Racial-Slur-O-Meter for fun facts about racism!)
The one amusing moment of the night was Jennifer and I going completely insane on this Law and Order PC game I gave my mother for Christmas. Immediately following dinner, we headed upstairs to my computer and played for nearly four hours. I find it entertaining that all we needed was an envelope with lipstick on it to get a warrant to steal an innocent woman?s panties, yet to take a look in our murder suspect?s house, we needed all sorts of fun crap that we have no clue how to get. More importantly: how is it we need to break into his house and steal his clothes to get a warrant to legally search his house? The mind boggles... but, eh, it?s a silly computer game. It?s allowed to be vastly irreverent.
What new forms of discrimination and bigotry will Jackie discover tomorrow? Only time will tell!
Racial-Slur-O-Meter - 15, possibly 16 (Oh my god. As if dinner wasn?t stupid enough to make me want to find one of my grandpa?s rifles and end my misery, he started reminiscing back to the days where it was acceptable to deny people job opportunities based on the color of their skin. Holy crap, that made me want to go searching through his clothing to find the white hood and just confirm my suspicions once and for all. However, I?m not sure what in the name of God a "clink" is is that a racial slur at all?)
Day 3:
Eh. Refreshingly boring, this is about the best you can say about a day in Hicksville, NY. Nothing much at all occurred. I sat upstairs in my dad and I?s self-dubbed "bat cave" for the majority of the day. Thank god for my dad?s Big Brother 3 DVDs, lest he would have gone insane and murdered half the household by now.
The only major stupidity today, as I see it, is my mother and grandmother going to an antique store to buy furniture... which is somehow supposed to fit in our van. First off: why the hell do we suddenly need furniture? We have an entire room in our house that we don?t use at all filled with furniture and the Ever-Changing Holiday Tree anyway. I?m perplexed, but strangely curious to see if my mother has also developed a technique to bend space-time and create more room to place useless crap that?s rather nice to look at for a second or two. Most importantly, though, is the fact that prior to the furniture, our van was already filled illegally to the brim - my dad can?t even see out the back. Again, maybe my mother has learned how to create space, and thusly can squeeze in a table and two chairs in there... somewhere? Their quaint opening to telling my dad that he is going to have to deal with ?friggin table blocking his already limited view was priceless, though, "It looks like you have a few more passengers, Terry [mother's nickname for my dad] (yuck yuck yuck of hicks in background)" Yay for ignorance!
"People like that kill everyone around them and live forever." Exactly how I feel, too, dear father of mine.
And then the toilet doesn?t work again and everyone denies the fact except for my father and I. Gee, and here I was thinking toilets are supposed to flush. Guess I don?t know my plumbing very well, eh?
Racial-Slur-O-Meter - 20 (The racial slur of the day is "colored people" way to go. You?re almost close to "black", but with enough of that southern racist charm to make it offensive enough to register on the meter! Sadly enough, this is a record low for the Racial-Slur-O-Meter - usually twenty would be the number of ?em in a day, or maybe a whole dinner)
However, now I am at my grandmother's in Ohio, so all is awesome. Cheers!
Merry Christmas... and today is Christmas... so I can say that while being politically correct. Boo-yah!
Christmas day with an army of cats, a big friendly Golden Retriever, and delicious southern cooking made the whole trip worthwhile. :o) Not to mention my grandmother... hey... she's from West Virginia... so why can't Upstate NY small-towners, who are basically equivalent to the south... be as brilliant, well-read, and kind? Ah, well, I can dream.
current mood:  grateful
current music: SNL Rerun on Comedy Central and Purring of Cat In Lap
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| Saturday, December 6th, 2003
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4:03 pm - Sal Gets Bitchier
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A mutual admiration society... that's what this thing is...
In reality, it almost sickens me. The entire thing is pointless, in effect. The only thing to get out of it is inspiration for a few new good insults and (possibly) fun on the night of the show... but... I feel like the program is doing a huge disservice to the Higschool Theatre Community... or something...
Aside from it's one good purpose I can see - lobbying to protect funding for Theatre departments - the Cappies Program serves as a way to give aspiring actors, actresses, set designers, costume designers, directors, whatever... the idea that Professional Theatre is all sunshine, unending adoration, and pretty 50-cent words used to suck up with.
Newsflash: That isn't true.
Constructive criticism is almost a lie, because nearly everyone takes criticism personally, but it's required. Perhaps at this age, not in public, splattered across the text of the Northern Virginia insert of the Washington Post, but it is needed to grow as a Theatre practitioner. Hell, I don't see how saying something as mild as, "Even though X person perhaps started off with a few rough edges, by the middle of the production they captivated and belted out all they had." Is going to horribly scar somebody FOREVER OMG OMG OMG.
Gah, it just makes me angry. Maybe I'm an odd bird, but when I fuck up on stage and I don't notice it, I want to know, in maybe a nice way, that I fucked up on stage, so I don't fuck up on stage again that way. Because who wants to make a fool of themselves in front of X many people?
If some of these people head out into the world of Professional Theatre thinking actual directors, critics, casting directors, and soforth are always going to hold their hand and tell them they did a good job, they're sadly in for a huge, horrible shock. And if they're just plain bad because nobody told them that they needed to improve in a certain area, well, oops.
Y'know what? For this review: I think going to say what I really thought, goddamnit.
... wow. I'm being unnecessarily furious towards Cappies... ^.^'
current mood:  angry
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3:34 pm - "Wilkommen, Bienvenue" to Cabaret and Cappie Shit
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Ugh! I haven't written in so long...
But I'm beginning to slowly develop an odd hatred for this whole Cappie thing.
They say, "Don't break the rules or you won't get published!" and "Don't be informal!" and "THIS IS HOW YOU CITE NAMES BEEYOTCH"
Yet every other review I read (we get access to a database with all the published reviews since X date) breaks the rules, cites names differently, or either is so rigid it sounds like you're reading it straight out of a technical manual or so informal it sounds like you're talking to a friend by your locker. Say what?
And there were some amusing typos nobody bothered to fix. Tee-hee."The characters in 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf' were played with various shades of gay." Whee. I'm easily amused.
I guess it kinda depends on who you get - rather, every show has it's own "Discussion Mentor" (Phhhpffph! No discussion at all!)... and "Editor Mentor" (...?)... who look over the reviews and stuff. Some must be sticklers, and some must not be. It's a gamble either way.
Blah! And being the horrible bitch I am, I keep subconcsciously (y'know, like, when you're on a role in writing it just kinda flows out) writing actual criticism. Damnit!
Too late to quit now or my school'll get disqualified for awards at the end of the year, but sheesh, this is ridiculous!
(PS: Russ, I'm still trying to include a reference to 'the walls of Berlin falling down'... *giggles*)
EDIT: Okay, to explain that, basically in the show I saw (Cabaret), their sets were so horribly supported. Whenever anyone opened and closed one of the doors on the set piece, the SET WOULD SHAKE!!! What the hell?!? I've never taken a class on or done set design in my life, and even I know that they could've at least used sandbags as support so that it didn't seem like everyone was SUPERGERMAN and could crush the puny walls of Berlin. :oP
current mood: bitchy
current music: Jesus Christ Superstar - Everything's Alright
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| Wednesday, November 26th, 2003
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6:04 am - "Effervesently Foppish" and Sexuality, Sexuality
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My review didn't get published, but I'm not dissapointed at all; I was lying through my teeth, and I'm sure the fake-cheery tone was quite evident.
Well, when I got to the secondary leads, I just lavished on the praise, and the tech too. I wonder if they didn't want my review because I described a set as "breathy, almost sexual" and my opening line described Count Orsino "nearly vampiric in appearance, sprawled out voluptuously on red velvet". *giggles* Though that would be stupid, because it's so blatently true.
You tell me if a sexy neo-vampire wearing black and red elvet, shirtless, with a dangling cross, in a room done near-entirely in red and black velvet and low-lighting isn't 'friggin sexual. :oP
"No, I think they were trying to go for a... uh... er... no, you see, it was supposed to be... uh..." SEXUAL IT WAS SEXUAL! *giggles*
Hm. Or maybe because I mentioned that "and it would seem that Orsino's rather concerned about his sexuality when he develops a strange attraction to 'Cesario'. " ... Damn homophobic Cappie people. IT'S A PLOT POINT! :oP (Note for those who don't know 'Twelfth Night': "Cesario" is actually a guy, so Orsino's not really gay, but gets really confused when he's attracted to him.)
... maybe I am a liiitle bitter. Ah well, at least I got to use the phrase "effervescently foppish"... *giggles*
I hope the next show I see is good or I can learn how to dance around the rules better so I can write freely.
Though I do find it amusing that one of the reviews published in the Post sounded curiously like. "I went to a show. There was a plot. People had characters. It was a show." Ah, well, I can dash away my false optimism about the whole issue - it's just a big feel-good scheme (... that's a bizarre term) where the award goes to who can suck up the most out of everyone.
Just wait till they go to the real world. Major uhoh.
Going to the shows is fun anyway, even if they make us rely on crappy MapQuest directions (BECAUSE THE CAPPIE PEOPLE HATE US! :o( ) and I get to vote on who wins the awards at the Kennedy Center Gala. Sha-zam. (Sha-zam?)
I'm so tempted to just blast the next show if it's bad, just to be a horrible, defiant bitch. Tee-hee.
(EDITED: Because HTML Tags are ubeeeer hard. ^.~)
current mood:  determined
current music: Everything's Alright - Jesus Christ Superstar
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| Saturday, November 22nd, 2003
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3:33 pm - Why is the KGB visting Illyria?!?
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I am so very stumpted on what to write for my review.
I knew I would eventually want to bash my head in because of the curiously moronic, "No saying anything vaguely similar to constructive criticism" rule, but not so soon. Blah!
Must... resist... urge... to... bash... female... lead...
The show I went to see for Cappies was "Twelfth Night" - a Shakespeare play. That already spells uber, uber difficulty for a school, in my humble opinion... considering that Shakespeare is nearly written in another language and people train for years to do his works professionally.
While I was pleasantly surprised at the competency of some of the secondary leads (the people playing Malvolio and Sir Andrew [a role I originally thought to be really blah when I read the book in English] absolutely 'stole the show', if you'll permit a clich? on my part), two of the leads were absolutely abbhorent!
Viola's arms were glued to her side the entire time, and her words seemed to slurr together, which is absolutely wonderful because who needs to understand Shakespearian dialogue anyway? And though the interesting design decision of turning Count Orsino into a sexy (damn sexy!) sex-maniac complete with neo-vampire look and red velvet was refreshingly different, it would've been nice if he, y'know, acted.
BUT I CAN'T SAY THESE THINGS! *tears hair out of head*
Not even in a nice way! Blah.
Also: The tech kicked ass. Yes, yes, I can talk about the tech. Whee!!!
Except for maybe costume design. That isn't to say that the costumes weren't great (they were), but they were all over the place. I admit, I'm being picky, but I was mildly confused as to why Medieval France was busy dancing with gangsters, men in business suits, vampires, and apparently the now defunct Russian KGB. Uh. Okay.
At least Orsino and Malvolio were "uber sexay", even if Orsino couldn't act.
Wish me luck, folkles.
current mood: aggravated
current music: Jesus Christ Superstar - The Temple
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| Thursday, November 20th, 2003
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5:39 am
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AHHHHHHH CRAP!
*bangs head on wall*
I was just randomly assigned to review a show tomorrow night.
Which means I can't make Russ' game... again... blah! :o(
Russ: Is there any way we could play today, or Saturday, or Sunday?... I'm so sorry...
current mood: cranky
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| Saturday, November 15th, 2003
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1:20 pm
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"On thursday night, you'll find him where you want him...
Far from the crowds, in the Garden of Gethsemane..."
Musical Judas is "teh best character evar!!!!111!!!11"...
The Story of Jesus Christ humanized also makes the entire thing entirely more interesting. ^.^
But, I digress. Yesterday's show was better to the Nth power, and I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe we just had a friendlier audience or something.
(Or maybe this time, John actually got his $&^!ing notes right this time. :oP )
Regardless, as Arcie would put it, I <3 November 14th, 2003.
Somebody forgot his cue to come on during the second half, so Kristen and I had to improv till he remembered that, oops, he's supposed to be on right now.
His entrance line was the best in the show, even though it wasn't in the script... "Sorry, I got lost in the garden maze!"
Wheeeeeee!
Also, tonight was the night Erik came. Ooh la la. So that was awesome.
Hmm. This entry has turned out relatively "blah" and pointless. Ah well. *hits post*
current mood:  ecstatic
current music: Jesus Christ Superstar - Damned For All Time/Blood Money
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| Friday, November 14th, 2003
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4:31 pm - "My mind is clearer now... at last... all too well, I can see..."
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If I had a "Y" Chromsome, I would so want to be Judas someday in "Jesus Christ Superstar".
Whee! I do get a smidge obsessive over musicals, don't I?
Right now, I'm munching on some dinner before I head to the second night of the show.
No, yesterday didn't go as well as it could've, but at the very least, I can be escatic over the fact that I gave it my personal all. :o)
The day I actually have to pick colleges to go to and a Major will be a very sad day. :oP
I'd say *munch, munch* "Mmmm, fried tofu!", but you'd all look at me funny. ^.^'
current mood: accomplished
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6:35 am
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I can see why Arcadion loves Jesus Christ Superstar...
"And remember, I've been your right hand man all along!
You have set them all on fire!
They think they've found the new messiah.
And they'll hurt you when you find they're wrong..."
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6:33 am - "In my throat, there's a lumpy sort of feeling... and a bright gleam of pride is in my eye!"
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Mmmmmmmmmmm.
Two more nights of the show...
I can't wait.
current mood:  jubilant
current music: Jesus Christ Superstar - Heaven On Their Minds
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| Tuesday, November 11th, 2003
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9:36 am
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Mmm. You know, after getting nearly no sleep, a cup of nearly black coffee really just gives you little shivers of pleasure.
I had a Weekend... I think...
It's kinda sad. If I had written on Saturday, I would've gotten into the intricacies of how tech rehersal was exhausting and frustrating... and if I had written on Sunday it would've been a combined, "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod my first 'date' evaaaaaar!" and "... Sondheim... why did you ever write Bounce"...
But the memories of both are currently lost somewhere in the nether regions of my psyche after the First Dress Rehersal.
My god, so bad... :o(
Well, to be fair, all the leads had their crap down, especially Kristen... well... all the leads except for the guy playing Charley. Ugh. A duet where one person is constantly singing in the wrong key.
And I swear one of the Chorus songs sounded like one thousand children dying. Uggggh. Which is sort-of their fault (although god knows we have ome absolutely amazing singers there who are drowned out... Jenn... Nathan... the Haugahn brothers... Mariah... etc...), sort of Ms. Stahmer's, the chorus teacher's, fault (for nearly never taking people to LEARN THE FRIGGIN SONGS), and sort-of my drama teacher's fault (for doing something really stupid I'm too embarresed about to even write, even though I didn't have anything to do with it).
Ugh.
I have to go take a shower now, because even though today's a short day and I have throwaway classes and I'm exhausted from coming home at 10:30PM yesterday, my mother, once again acting like everyone's favorite flame warrior ( http://www.winternet.com/~mikelr/flame78.html ), decided that discussing anything in a rational way is bad idea.
current mood: aggravated
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| Saturday, November 8th, 2003
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9:12 am
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Tech Rehersal today from 9:30AM to 9:30PM.
Today's going to be a long, long day.
current mood:  tired
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| Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
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7:26 pm
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| Tuesday, November 4th, 2003
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9:29 am
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I guess I should vaguely explain the message yesterday to everyone?
Okay, in a nutshell, a close friend of mine, Austin (you may remember his picture from the lovely and rather large picture gallery thing I did. ^.^'), has been recieving enormous amounts of hate spam-mail and constant prank phonecalls from somebody or other. Well, we know now, but we didn't before.
Now, as Austin is, in mine and many other's humble opinion, one of the kindest and best people we've ever met before.
So we all got really pissed off.
And thanks to my lovely computer-savvy friend Emily and www.whitepages.com , we managed to track down exactly the folks who were doing this.
This sort of thing to this degree is a suspendable and possibly expellable offense at our school.
*smiles again, rather darkly*
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| Monday, November 3rd, 2003
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5:46 pm
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Random message most of you aren't going to understand:
Hey, Jenn... can't get ahold of you, but just to let you know... Emily traced the IP address.
Calvin is so fucking going down.
.. *smile*
current mood: grateful
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