people say she’s crazy…

Remember this?

Oops.

So my life exploded long before that last post, but then I went home and didn’t post and then I got back to school and sure as hell didn’t post. Some fantastic things have happened in the last month and a half though, for those of you who aren’t a roommate of mine, caroline, jessica, mom, or working on Gypsy. :)

December… I didn’t fail anything. This is not particularly shocking, I guess. I mean I wasn’t worried. I did manage a shit grade on my Soc paper, as it was the only thing I wrote all quarter that I didn’t make up, as in it wasn’t fiction or a personal essay. Three classes was a swell way to start of Junior year. Am I a junior? Jesus. So I didn’t fail anything, I built some of the set, I got to see quiet December Evanston, and then I made it home in time for Messiah and my TUBBY who showed up and frankly made Christmas worthwhile, as it isn’t one of those holidays that I would otherwise, you know, celebrate. Morgan was in and out of town, I got an iPod (which of course has since broken on its own. fucker.) and a hello kitty alarm clock (heeee!), and threw a bitchin’ birthday party, all thanks due to Mom. Oh wait, we’re in January now.

January… Surprise! New Years was boring. It always is. Sus made a lovely dinner and we saw the last nights of lights at the house on Powers Ferry, and then me, tubby, Sus, George, and Winston came back to my place to watch the ball drop. And watch South Park. My New Years’ in the ATL may have come to an end… I just don’t get it. So whee 2004. Shortly thereafter it was by BIRTHDAY! Wheeee! So on 1/1 when Caroline and Jessica got to Atlanta, we went to Houston’s and I tried to order a glass of wine from the bartender who can basically remote view my mother’s entrance to the restaurant and fix her a Judy’s Drink, and he was like “hell no.” So screw him.
Anyway, on the third, Mom and Dad threw me this giant birthday party. It wasn’t that I didn’t know it was coming (those sneaky birthdays), I just didn’t expect it to be so good. Morg was in, all the Tubbies were about (with siblings, in places), parents, relatives, and Misses J & D. It was lovely. The food was great. The cake was great. Someday someone with a digital photo of it might email it to me (anybody? anybody?) and I can email pictures if ya wanna see. So we partied. And then we went to a bar and had some drinks. And then we came home and putzed around for a little while before going to bed, which is a funny story: So we all go to bed, me in my room, C & J in the room next door, Mom downstairs. So Mom comes up to talk to me, comes into my room and closes the door. Unbeknownst to us, Jessica leaves the room next door to wash her face, hears me talking to mom but can’t hear mom and thinks I am talking to myself. Animatedly and with great expression. Jessica kinda freaks and walks up to my doorway, at which point my mother opens the door on her way out as I take a giant swig of WATER from a bottle. Mom says, “She thought you were talking to herself!” as I register the hilarious look on Jessica’s face, and promptly spew water out my nose, igniting a vicious coughing spree which ends up in my puking in the wee small hours of my 21st birthday. Not from drink. From water up my nose. Only me.

So then back to school… classes are fine. Arts Management is more boring than econ (I did not know this was possible), but the other two are fine. My life is the show, it has my soul, but only for a little over a week more, which is way exciting. I’m sure there will be a little post-production depression (or just me sitting on my ass waiting for the next one to start… and being unable to complete any assignments since I can’t work when I have free time), but it’ll be ok. The show opens TOMORROW. Or I guess now that it’s after midnight, IT’S THE DAY OF THE SHOW Y’ALL. But the show’s great. At least some hot chick in a little room does a really good job of saying “go” to some really smart chicks and a smart dude very far away. And excellent things are happening because of it. So yay. It’s all worth it :)

That’s where I am. The fam lands in Chitown on Saturday, many friends are coming to see it next weeking and this, my room/academic life/nutritional life are kind of lost right now, but it’s all… fine.

Surviving on: Norah Jones, Songs for a New World, Films About Ghosts (Counting Crows Greatest Hits), Moulin Rouge; Diet Coke, Twizzlers, homemade cookies, almonds; Misses J, D, K, S, and Z; the Moses Action Figure that I got in the mail from Tricia today; realization that frankly, most theater people are even more disappointing that previously thought; and the fact that Hubert was found dead under Emilie’s bed. But today we met his cousin, Dammit. That’s gonna be its name. Dammit. Trap is set.

Hmm I don’t want this to end on a sour note. How about,
“the world was dancing…”
and
“Oh, Harold! No one could play him like you could!”
“No one’s going to!”