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Thank fuck that's over. Now it's home for five unsatisfying days of "rest" in the Sunny Land of Disenchantment. Oh, God. I really don't want to go home. I mean, I want to see mum and papa and Gabi and Brianna and anyone else who happens to be lurking around Turkey Town. It's just that going home requires getting out of bed and doing my laundry and cleaning the apartment and packing and calling a cab and GETTING ON A PLANE, when I can barely take a breath without hacking up a lung. Oh, Jesus. I have to FLY like this.

Can I just not? Can everyone fly out to see me instead? I would really like that.

Ugh. PACKING. UGH.

On the bright side, I've discovered a new TV show called "Slings and Arrows". This time the object of my viewing desire is CANADIAN and set in the midst of a fictional Shakespeare Festival. For those of you who are Due South fans, Paul Gross (OMG ♥) plays the lead: the festival's possibly insane director who appears to be haunted by the ghost of his predecessor. The stage manager owns my soul. The two old queens sing hilarious songs (Cheer Up, Hamlet!) about the show they're putting on. There's heterosexual sex that doesn't weird me out and gay characters that don't make me cringe. This show is utterly brilliant! I suggest YouTubing the first two seasons (only six episodes each) if you have time. "And by the way, you sulky brat, the answer is 'TO BE!'" ♥ ♥ ♥ This is what I want to do with my liiiiiife!
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So everyone canceled class today, which is a little weird, but I'm not exactly complaining because it gave me time to sleep off yesterday's double migraine and then do about eight hours of sketching. *headdesk*

I've decided that the dancers in Manic Music are going to be a bunch of stripedy little clowns. To quote Spencer in the Backstabber vid: "What the FUCK are we going to do about these mimes??" Hopefully Mary Jean will like my concept and my sketches and won't think I fail at life. That would be nice. *headdesk* LIIIIFE.

I bought the Vampire Weekend album off of Amazon on impulse. I couldn't help it. It wasn't on Ruckus and harpsichords do something absolutely terrible to my self control. Why do you think I want to throw myself at Sir Percy all the time? Well, aside from the fact that he is the pinnacle of lacy perfection. *flutters fan* *tries to not hyperventilate at the thought of all that taffeta and lawn* *fails*

So, yes. Vampire Weekend: ridiculous and twee and awesome. Go listen. Ryan Ross approves.

ALSO, BUTCH WALKER'S NEW SONG "PONCE DE LEON AVE" IS ABOUT HILARIOUSLY AWESOME 3AM MISTAKES! HIS MYSPACE IS ENTITLED 'INDIE/GLAM/CRUNK'! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I HAVE BROKEN MY CAPSLOCK!

TARA, WE ARE GOING TO A BORDERS BOOKSTORE ON THE 12TH AND I AM GOING TO BUY THAT CD AND WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BUTCHFEST! THERE WILL BE DANCING AND SINGING AND BEING PRETTY PRETTY STRUNG OUT FOR A GIRL!

LIIIIIIFE.
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...she will make it harder than it has to be.

But, then again, you try being asked to pick three paintings from each of five artists from five different time periods and expound upon why they "inspire you". I'll bet you anything that you can't do it. How is one supposed to pick just three paintings by Monet or just three paintings by Raphael or, even worse, just three paintings by ERTE?! I love them all (within certain categories) equally for different reasons and when I choose one painting over another I feel somehow guilty. It's like playing favorites with your children. I spent hours today debating between different renderings of Japanese Bridges, Water Lilies, Madonnas, and Erte's lovely dresses, say nothing of trying to intellectualize my enjoyment of each. As Professor Walker (no relation... to the best of my knowledge... I've been wrong before) you lose something in translation when you try to describe why it is you love something. You can never accurately explain the depths of your passion and your experience to anyone but yourself... and even then it's a considerable trial.

I'm not the boy. I don't make lists and rank how much I love things. I can't. I'm too mercurial.

Argh.

it figures

Oct. 21st, 2008 09:36 am
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wow, math dept. way to be douchebags. if you tell somebody something, make sure it's the right information so that they can plan accordingly. i don't even know what to say right now. really, not a clue. i can't even find the damn shift key.

what did i tell maryse on sunday? hell week just keeps getting better and better.

also, this is totally all my fault. that's probably the worst bit. i'm just trying to shift the blame onto someone other than me to assuage my wretched guilt.
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I'm pretty sure that, no matter how much I bitch about it this week, I actually missed the insanity of working on a show. I missed the frustration and the pointless rehearsals where I have NOTHING to do. I missed that look we all get on our faces when we're two broken threads/lamps/microphones/deliveries/PROPS away from cracking and committing acts of depravity with the script pages. I missed the gallows humor. I missed miming 101 ways to kill yourself and your fellow actors/technicians. It's ridiculously fun doing this shit and complaining endlessly about it. No promises, guys, but I feel like I may have come home.

That being said, an abbreviated list of things I could have done today instead of slaving away needlessly at the shop:

I could have...

...celebrated Michelle's 21st with wild, parent-sponsored Bacchanalia in Chicago.

...STUDIED FOR MY EXAMS.

...become an alcoholic and moved to Morocco with some guy named Kurt.

So, things have could have been better, but they could also have been much, much worse.

Fortunately for all concerned I am now at home, eating real food (no more free pizza to gum up my insides, whee!) and basking in the incandescent glow of my new 100 Watt light bulbs. Like Blinkin, I can see! *trips over the landmine of frilly things and papers in the middle of the floor* Nope. I was wrong.

Also, unending ♥ for Ryan who is the fairest of the fair and loves me deeply for who I am... no matter how many times I mooch rides off of him in his unfortunate little car. *hugs ^ infinity*

Tonight the moon sees someone I want to see. Several someones. I wish you were all here, my lovelies. It just won't do without you.

ETA: So, it just hit me that I have rehearsal on Tuesday at the same time as my Stats exam.  Fuck.  Hopefully Spitznagel will let me take it Wednesday morning after class?  PLEASE?  *cries*
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No offense meant to anyone who likes goats like that.

FUCK YOU, UNIVERSE. FUCK YOU SO HARD WITH A GOAT. THE WHOLE GOAT. YES, THAT MENTAL IMAGE HURTS ME TOO.

Guys, I have unexpected tech rehearsals all weekend. Not only that, but I have to finish that dress. And in case you didn't hear, I also have to design something (fuck knows what for WUDT next weekend, but rehearsals are at the WORST TIME EVER because I have to work on this fucking show every fucking night next week. Oh, and I'm missing Michelle's Birthday. PLEASE TO BE KILLING ME NOW.

On the bright side, the stupidity has abated somewhat? We're acting like normal, rational human beings again. Nothing beats a night of YouTube that includes some truly monophrenic mime by the Umbilical Brothers, and skits that involve the words 'arse bandit' used in an example of the Great English Sentence ala Fry and Laurie.

Fucktasm.
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Ugh. I'm so sick of making costume terminology flashcards. THERE WILL EVENTUALLY BE OVER 200 OF THEM. This, of course, wouldn't have been so bad if Bonnie hadn't randomly decided today that the midterm was going to cover another three centuries or so? Isn't that delightful? I think so. It's not like I have anything BETTER to do for the next two days besides study for this stupid exam. Please, kill me now.

The long weekend and the trip to Chi Town for Michelle's 21st cannot come soon enough. I need to get out of here for a while.

My brain is fried, you guys. Utterly fried. It's fried and on another planet entirely. I'm still feeling utterly stupid. *sighs* I have got to sort out my priorities.

I also need to take a quick nap. If I sleep for 1/2 an hour I'll be functional again and able to work until morning. There is too much work and too little time to do it in. I did not sign up for this.

On the bright side, Fall Out Boy's new stuff sounds pretty amazing. I'm pleased that they're switching things up a bit musically... letting their (and by 'their' I mean 'Patrick's') inner geekiness shine through. Also, Butch Walker's coming out with a new record soon! Hopefully the song for the Metalheads will be on there. ♥ forever.
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I think that Statistics exam was the first test in the history of my Wash U career that I honestly haven't been able to finish. When the 30 minute mark hit, I just started writing random crap down for the last five (approximately) questions because I didn't have time to answer them like a rational human being. *headdesk* Hopefully I didn't royally fuck-up the rest of the bloody thing. Partial credit is my friend. *pets the shiny*

Speaking of shiny, my Cleopatra dress sucks. Fortunately Bonnie canceled costume class today and I have time (NOT REALLY OMG SO MUCH WORK TO DO) to fix it. I think I need to add the pleated train, fastened to the top of the band with a falcon pin. It doesn't work without it. Unfortunately that means another rendering (low quality?) of the back of the dress. I might as well add the shoes too. Bollocks. In case you were wondering, the dress is this beaded lotus-like creation that is pretty, but perhaps a little boring for Cleopatra. Like all of the Ptolemy line, Cleopatra lost the Alexander the Great Gene Pool Lottery like you wouldn't believe. I refuse to imagine that she didn't make up for that with political savvy and a totally fab wardrobe.

Color-wise I think I should stop fighting the image in my head. This dress is going to be gold. Very gold. Two shades of gold with gold beads. The only accents of color are going to be in her jewelry (earrings, necklace, cuffs, and the pin) and the beading on the straps. She's going to look like a Goddess when I'm done. She commissioned many a portrait of herself in temples all around Egypt, filling in for the deity du jour. The least I can do in honor of her memory is a little more of the same. I just have this sinking feeling that this time she's going to look more like St. Prada, Our Lady of Accessories. *sheepish look* Oops? Oh, well. There are worse things to be...

Like me. I have to go study for an Econ Quiz which means reading two chapters of the most boring history book ever to bore me, followed by a chapter of the textbook. BOLLOCKS.

Oh, before I forget, I'm doing two independent study projects for design/tech credit this year: I'm the wardrobe coordinator/costume designer/reprising my role as Costume Goddess for one of the Wash U Dance Theatre pieces (which I will see for the first time on Oct. 6) and I'm going to be the assistant designer for Hamlet in the spring. *hands* I'm actually really excited! The projects sound crazy/fun AND I'll have 2 out of 5 required design credits already in the bag! I'll never sleep again, but there's a possibility that it'll all be worth it in the end.

STUDI TEIMZ!

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