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( Feb. 25th, 2010 03:04 pm)
I feel I ought to be posting more, but I have nothing really to say; my life is still my life, and anyone who cares knows exactly what's going on, because it's the same thing that's been going on for the last forever.

So here is a shameless new self-indulgent feature intended solely to make me write in my LJ. Feel free to skip.

Stuff I Have In My Bedroom )
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( Feb. 17th, 2010 04:03 pm)
What I like about Dynasty Warriors 6 as opposed to previous incarnations of the game: the skill tree.

And very little else.

Seriously, it's like they took virtually everything that made 5 playable and delightful, and changed it, so now all you have is a bundle of shiny without a soul. Majorly depressing, man.

I hate the PS3.
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( Jan. 31st, 2010 10:32 am)
I don't even know why I'm writing Glee fic, since I hate that show. But apparently I am. Would anyone like to beta a probably-overlong musing on Kurt and Quinn's growing friendship (SHUT UP, THEY HAVE ONE AND IT IS PROBABLY WONDERFUL AND IF RACHEL DIED TOMORROW WE MIGHT ACTUALLY SEE SOMEONE BESIDES HER FOR A CHANGE), and/or tell me what the fuck Rachel wore during "On My Own," since apparently the auditions aren't up online for me to watch?
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( Jan. 2nd, 2010 05:58 am)
aethergold: ...we are packing warm blankets
aethergold: in case the cold weather makes the car break down
aethergold: and we have to try not to die
naodrith: D:
naodrith: *clings*
aethergold: what is this
naodrith: you know, i was already planning to say "have a safe drive" when you left
aethergold: lol
naodrith: so that is EXTRA scary
naodrith: it's like a jinx now
aethergold: do it like theater
aethergold: 'hope you crash and freeze bb!'
naodrith: oh honey
naodrith: that isn't what "break a leg" means
naodrith: legs are the curtains on the sides.
naodrith: all "break a leg" means is "HEY I HOPE YOU GET AN ENCORE"
aethergold: i don't believe this >:-(
naodrith: lol, it's the truth
aethergold: STOP SHIFTING MY PARADIGMS
aethergold: I'M STILL UPSET WITH YOU FOR THE RHINESTONES
naodrith: HEY YOU MADE NEW FRIENDS BECAUSE OF THOSE RHINESTONES
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( Jan. 1st, 2010 02:51 am)
UPDATE ON EARLIER POST: the classmate who is married and pregnant? Not so pregnant anymore, she had the baby. Quite recently, since he hasn't been baptised yet. That is all I learned, carry on.
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( Dec. 31st, 2009 06:27 pm)
It turns out I did have something else interesting to say about the past decade: all of my fannish activity has been contained in it.

I first started reading Digimon fanfic in 2000. I wrote my first fanfic in late April of that year, and it was likely later still in that year that my friends and I started our first RPG. That was back when Jenni still spelled her name Jenny, is how long ago that was.

So I do have an anniversary coming up this year, and I still haven't found the ridiculous amount of money required to buy Digimon season one on DVD. Dammit.
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( Dec. 31st, 2009 06:01 pm)
So everybody else is doing "year/decade in review" type things, but my memory is awful and I wasn't writing in my journal enough to use it to remind me, so...I just want to look ahead, for a second.

I was supposed to graduate from college in 2010.

Obviously that's not going to happen, and we've all known for a long time that wasn't going to happen, but it also means something else: it means that most of my high school classmates will be graduating this spring or next winter. I have one classmate at least who is already married and pregnant. I know another who is engaged, and getting married after she graduates. And that's just the ones I'm aware of.

And then they'll be off doing God-knows-what, having lives and all that jazz, and it all feels so weird to me.

I mean, I'm feeling my age, if you're allowed to say that when you're only twenty-one. It's not like my development stalled when I dropped out of college, although I think maybe part of that is because I work with high schoolers and obviously I know I'm older and wiser than they are. So maybe that's what horrifies me so much to think that this year, people who are my age, who went to high school with me, will be getting married. And having children. And doing things that will affect the rest of their lives in enormous ways.

I don't know. I'm only twenty-one, and it's only 2010. I'm not even ready to date, although that's a personal issue, much less get married and have children and set the course of my entire life. I'm not sure I'm ready to have a career yet. I'm not done exploring my options.

And it's fine if marriage and kids and whatnot are what these people really want. Maybe it really will make them happy and they'll never regret it and they won't get divorced or realise that they wasted their youth on raising children of their own. But I just can't help but think that there's something incredibly sad about deciding you've met the love of your life and want to settle down before you're even out of college. There's a reason they call it the real world, and it makes me sad that some of the people I grew up with it won't ever truly experience it.

I'm really not as melancholy as this post makes me sound, I swear. Actually I'm quite happy and looking forward to going to a party in an hour. I wish everyone a happy new year and a happy 2010 and I fully expect to enjoy it.

But 2010 doesn't mean the same thing to me that it means to everyone else my age. And that seemed to be worth noting.
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( Nov. 23rd, 2009 06:57 am)
Gave in, got a Twitter. Not to sound like a stalker, but I did it because of Matthew Gray Gubler. He has the best Twitter ever. So I'm there as naodrith, as usual, if anyone wants to follow me.
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( Nov. 11th, 2009 05:47 am)
In the interest of proving that my life does not entirely suck, I present to you perhaps the most hilarious thing that has happened throughout the entire rehearsal process. Behold what happens when an actor misses an entrance cue, and the other two must compensate:

HAMLET: Dead for a ducat, dead!
CLAUDIUS: Now Hamlet, where's Polonius?
HAMLET: At supper.
CLAUDIUS: At supper, where?
HAMLET: Not where he eats, but where he is eaten!
*pause*
HAMLET: *suddenly friendly* So what's new with you?
CLAUDIUS: I got these beard extensions. Do you like them?
HAMLET: Oh, yes. Very nice. Look at my hand.
CLAUDIUS: Oh...
HAMLET: Yeah, I cut it on that dagger over there.
CLAUDIUS: Oh my. I would give you some antiseptic... *searches through pocketless knickers* but I don't have any.
HAMLET: Oh, that's okay.
LAERTES: *pokes head out from backstage* Am I supposed to be on?

Made even funnier when you realise that Claudius is played by a girl, doing the most hilarious voice acting I have ever heard. And stroking a very long beard made of yarn.
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( Nov. 10th, 2009 09:56 pm)
So Jenna's in casts, Mom's having heart surgery tomorrow, our first real performance is on Thursday morning and we have nothing resembling a knife, and on top of all this, my ride is stuck in traffic thanks to an accident and I have to bike to school. Even though I've got the flu again and walking around the house is enough to make me want to pass out.

Why, God, why.

Happy thoughts/prayers, guys?
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( Nov. 10th, 2009 09:55 pm)
Mom's in the hospital. I don't know what's wrong yet, because Jenna was with me when Dad came home this morning, and now that I've woken up he's gone with her to the doctor for her wrists. So yeah. Add that to my big pile of being-stressed-the-fuck-out.

Apparently when I'm stressed out I watch Criminal Minds, though. Got through Extreme Aggressor, Compulsion, and LDSK (because it's the best) last night while I was waiting for Dad to get home. EA isn't as bad as I remembered it being, and Compulsion was maybe a little worse. Don't like Elle. Did I ever?

Bleh. Off to track down a retractable knife and try to get through the day.
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( Nov. 6th, 2009 05:14 pm)
Jenna has managed to break both of her wrists on the playground, so...yeah. That happened.

I can't believe we open in a week. Blergh.
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( Nov. 3rd, 2009 03:28 am)
Today = not a good day. I'm tired and I don't really want to talk about it but I felt like posting to lament the fact that I didn't keep going with NaNo last night and build up a buffer, because I very much doubt I'll be in the mood to write anytime soon. Bleh.
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( Sep. 23rd, 2009 06:24 pm)
I seem to be on the mend, or at least no longer bedridden. Go me? I haven't left the house in six days except for a brief trip to school on Monday for play stuff, which I spent coughing.

Auditions today. Whee.

OKAY SO EASTWICK. I am excited for Eastwick like whoa. Not only is it about witches, NOT ONLY does it have my girls Rebecca Romijn and Jaime Ray Newman, but I just found out it also stars Paul Gross, he of Slings and Arrows sexiness. So much eye candy, so little time.

Criminal Minds tonight! :D
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( Sep. 20th, 2009 08:18 pm)
Day four of the flu; cannot really get out of bed, much less leave the house. If I have to babysit tonight, someone is going to die, and it will probably be me, because if I am expected to bike there, I am going to pass out in the middle of the road. Not even joking.

Auditions Wednesday and I have a boatload of stuff to take care of before then, including somehow dragging my achy ass down to school tomorrow for a meeting with Gina. But it's really hard when my head and neck hurt so bad I can barely even sit up for short periods of time.

Flu sucks. Should've got the shot. Hindsight.
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( Sep. 9th, 2009 12:16 pm)
Jesus Christ. Movie prices at the bigger cinema near us are up to seven bucks for a matinee, 9.50 for an evening show. Prices at the other one are fifty cents cheaper.

What the hell. I mean, inflation and all that, but when I was a kid, I can remember getting matinee tickets at the big cinema for $5.25. And the last time I checked, evening prices were 8.75. Yikes.

And the smaller cinema isn't even showing 9 this week. I guess I'll still go if my brother pays, but honestly, the big one does not deserve my money >.
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( Sep. 9th, 2009 05:44 am)
I hate my body. It won't sleep anymore when it's supposed to. I stayed up all last night through this afternoon because I went over to Ashley's, slept from about three to ten, woke up tired, stayed tired until four when I went to bed, and now here it is two hours later, haven't slept a wink, and I'm so hungry I'm probably not going to. I have a meeting about the play at one, so the most I can get is six hours anyway, so I guess I'll just continue my unhealthy sleeping habits and sleep when I get back from that.

And now, more tales of How We Know Martin Luther Hates Drama.

So for the summer, we decided to do afternoon rehearsals. Before we even held auditions, so this was back in May, I asked to book the auditorium from five to nine every night. This was all arranged before we ever started using it. We threw in several morning practices as well, just because of schedule conflicts, but officially, we were supposed to own that goddamn room from five to nine, every weekday evening, throughout June.

Fast forward to the third week of June. We're having a morning rehearsal when a janitor comes in and asks to speak to me. He asks if we're going to be in there the next night. I say yes, why? And he tells me...that they have a church group coming in at seven to measure stuff. Somehow there was a miscommunication somewhere down the line, and someone told them they could have it, even though we had it booked. And because of scheduling conflicts - I think I actually had to work that day, come to think of it - I told him in no uncertain terms that we could not change to a morning practice.

But I was gracious, I was ever so kind, I said we'd find a way to work around the church group. I made the most of the hour and a half we had before they showed up, and then we sat outside and did a line through, and they were very grateful. I set it up with a church guy that they could come in the following Tuesday night, and we'd have morning rehearsal, which seemed to work at the time. (Of course, later on all the actors begged me for an evening rehearsal that night - Murphy's Law, you know - but whatever). Everyone was happy.

So when I was talking to Gina the other day (that's Mrs Kortuem, I'm making an effort to think of her as Gina because she was never actually my teacher and she's only 25 and it's vaguely weird not to, okay), she mentioned that this church group...is still hanging around. Apparently they have projector screens and shit, and they're in the auditorium every Sunday, and all the stuff that's usually on the stage has to be moved off every Friday night for them. And bless her heart, when Gina heard about this, she was apparently the first person in the damn school to ask, "So what about drama?"

Apparently the church group has promised to find a way to work around the sets and things, but if they've got all these projectors and crap? Yeah, not. So that is another reason we have decided to make Shakespeare our first pick: it's a bare stage with a backdrop. Desk Set is...decidedly not.

Sigh. Nobody loves the drama geeks.
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( Sep. 5th, 2009 12:23 pm)
What the crap, self. That was pathetic. If you can't even give a sweet, cute guy your phone number in a dream, there is truly no help for you.

I mean, the worst that could have happened is I learned a valuable lesson about my own ability to sleepwalk, right?

Damn.
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( Sep. 4th, 2009 09:15 pm)
My mother is an asshole and an idiot, but I think by now we all know that.

She's still giving me shit over TCWWS(A), and she still knows nothing whatsoever about the fucking play. She is trying to simultaneously insist that she has nothing against Shakespeare per se, and that older people like her, who are the majority of the ML audience, "know that they don't want to see it again." She says stupid-ass things like that people want to see talent shine through, which you can't see with improv (...?!?!) She asked why I'm so into this idea, am I perhaps communing with Shakespeare's spirit?

Maybe it's a fucking good play, you fucking bitch.

ETA: Now she says that Shakespeare is not funny. Oh my God, who have you been reading?

ETA2: You know, what gets me is that the bitch has no respect for the medium. Every play idea she brings to me was a movie first. Even Desk Set she's always talking about in terms of Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn. It's like she has no respect for the theatre unless she's had the opportunity to bring it home on DVD and watch it in the comfort of her own home. That's not what live theatre is about.

ETA3: HA. She thinks Ethan was the only kid at ML who cared about acting. Ethan. Ethan, whose lines took me about ten minutes to learn when we thought he might not know his in time after he'd had weeks with the script. Ethan who was constantly coming to rehearsal late and screwing around.

Newsflash, Mom: Ethan was a talented actor. He was not a professional actor.
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( Sep. 3rd, 2009 02:59 pm)
I loff Mrs Kortuem. I mean, I already knew that, but I have been reminded of it. She is very nice and we get on well.

We have basically decided on TCWWS(A), with Desk Set as the backup if the administration complains/the rights fall through. Just about everyone I have told about this play thinks it sounds awesome...except my mother. She is so pissed off, you guys. She actually tried to tell me this morning that she's not "criticising" or "involving herself," even though she repeatedly tells me I should do Desk Set and gets condescending about TCWWS(A). Even though she hasn't read the play, just looked it up on Wikipedia. And she hasn't watched it, she's just heard me listening to the commentary tracks. She claims that no one likes Shakespeare, so no one will want to see a parody of Shakespeare, and no one will come to the show. Sigh.

So yeah, that happened. Then I talked to Mrs Tinsen and Bekah for awhile, and that was nice too. I do miss ML. High school is a lot more fun when you're not right in the middle of all that teenage crap.
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