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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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No, really. My ears are ringing. They have been doing so all day. Statistics was Hell. SHS wasn't much better, only that little excursion had the added bonus of needles and an EKG. Oh, and a fabled appointment with a cardiologist. Apparently there might be something seriously wrong with me. Who knew?

My initial discussion with the nurse practitioner went something like this:

Aidan: So, my ears are ringing, I'm tired, and I'm dizzy.
Nurse: *looks in ears* Your ears are fine. Lift your shirt.
Aidan: Okay?
Nurse: *listens to heart* *listens to heart again* *presses really fucking hard with the stethoscope* Has anyone ever told you that your heart clicks?
Aidan: o.0 NO?!
Nurse: Well, like I said, your ears are fine. You're probably just a little stuffed-up. You shouldn't worry about that at all. The clicking on the other hand... Will you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back. *leaves*
Aidan: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!

So, apparently my heart clicks? What did that mean? I didn't know. She didn't actually tell me, even after she came back, presumably from trying to find someone to give a second opinion. The nurse did get rather worried, though when I quoted Withnail while talking about the 'perpetual cold'. Well, she didn't know it was a quote at the time, but when I mentioned that I can't ever seem to get warm she started asking about the family history of heart problems, ordered an EKG, scheduled an appointment with a cardiologist for some unknown date in the future, and told me I was to go to the lab to get some blood work done.

Needless to say, when I got out of the doctor's office, I called my parents and went straight home. Upon close inspection of my referral sheet I discovered that clicking apparently indicates a heart murmur? The pediatrician thought I had one of those when I was a kid. Only, I went to see a cardiologist back then and was told it was nothing, the doctors were hearing things. *sighs* I don't know. My EKG apparently looked a little funny this time.

Have I mentioned that I hate SHS lately? Because I do. I know they try, but they fail like the failbus that arrived fifteen minutes late AGAIN this morning, and then make me pay actual money for their stupidity. *sighs* Can I go home, now? I'm sick of St. Louis. I miss the desert and my mommy and my fucking car so that I can get the fuck out of here and drown my woes in glitter and earrings at the mall. I also miss my Big Brother, because right now I could use a hug and some quality time with our CSI collection. Instead I'm stuck here with my stupid apartment and the stupid rain and this stupid, fucking PERPETUAL COLD.

On the bright side, my new haircut looks nice? I think the stylist gave me accidental emo fringe. Oops? Whatever. I like it. It looks super sexy with button down shirts and suspenders. And, when the fringe grows out, it will look even better. Win!

ETA; So, apparently my Econ teacher was sick today anyway and canceled class. Good to know. The universe has better timing than I thought.
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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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