themegaloo: (Bleach- Ura- HAHA fan)
Or not, because I'm sure I've had far randomer entries.

omfgsotired.

chat snippet )

But, that is amoung many funny things of the day. I woke up about five minutes before I had to run to class on entirely not enough sleep and somehow managed to survive German. Next stop: Starbucks. Where they now recognize me easily and will probably soon have both my name and order memorized. Then off to write a SA tag because even if Snuzz and Riah FAIL at this jump starting thing, I am still logging with Riah. Actually. That's done. I need to go write an ENTRY and we can comment spame. I love the ByaRen there. sofun.

BUT. Then was geology, which I did NOT survive and instead napped through half of, waking up to see a picture of a coffin in someone's front yard. Floods and all, yanno. Popped down after class to tell the prof the toilet story.

The Toilet Story )

So after that I head back to the dorm for my 2 hour break, make a necessary pit-stop for diet coke because I was OUT and manage to not find time to take a nap. Heading back out to class, I run into Mark, an old friend from HS. The following conversation ensued [something along these lines at least]:

I am a lit geek with strong opinions )

There's a reason I mentioned that, I'll get there in a minute. And Brit Lit was brilliant and I ended up laughing SO MANY TIMES just because my prof is this short British lady that just bowls over anything that could spark controversy in the Bible Belt and makes it a laugh. She's great. I love her.

Then there was a break in which I sat with Kathrine in the Newton breezeway upstairs, as we do, oh, every monday and wednesday and this big cloud of flower petals blows by and I internally go BYA *____* because I'mma dork, but it's ruined, of course, when Katy asks what all the crap flying around is. Ah, well.

Then I had Lit&Rev, which started with the prof entering, looking around and shouting "HAIL SATAN!" because we've been reading The Master and Margarita which really isn't bad at all. Class progress, he compares this globe that the book's version of Satan has to a Planitir [you know, LotR] and then goes on about how it's this little microcosim and ending with "HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS"

Point of the Mark bit. Heading back OUT of class and towards the dorm, I run into Mark AGAIN. Stalker jokes ensue. Which is hilarious for all the well, recent stalker jokes in chat about me. Strange Bleach conversation where he mistakes Ichigo for a blonde and can't remember his name to save his life. Not too much there except the stalker bit, which was a bit awesome.

MOVING ON, few hours to myself after that in which I tell half of this to Snuzz and Riah before REHEARSAL OHNOES. But of course, the main reason I keep going to every. single. one. of those is that they are HILARIOUS.

Best moment today: Dylan, the one gay guy on the cast got bored waiting for his part. He takes a metal pole used for practice sparring into the studio next store and starts twirling it. He drops it. Gobo goes "DAMN GAYS!" [it's all in good fun, we all love Dylan] and as indignant shouts are heard, Kenneth chimes in "The just drop their poles for anyone." Dylan enters and starts scolding GOBO which is hilarious considering how benign that comment was in comparison to Kenneth's and then eventually turns to Kenneth, scolds him, stalks off, comes back and CRACKS UP.

As we are all lying on the floor hyperventilating with laughter.

And there are more funnies but this is enough for one post, I think.

♥!
themegaloo: (Bleach- Ishida- Nerd Alert)
I've made it through ALMOST the first week of classes with very, very little sleep, as per usual. Even worse than usual, honestly, because I have this evil, evil thing this time around called "morning classes." When you take into account that one of the reasons I dropped Latin last semester was that it was too early and that was at 10...Well. German, which I stuck with [the other reason had been that having Latin at 10 and German at 1 MWF was brekaing my brain into itty bitty pieces of languages and they never went back in the right spots], German this semester is at 9. v____v that is my very sad and sleepy face. it sucks. HOWEVER. THIS prof actually EXPLAINS things and explains new concepts of grammar in ENGLISH. akdhasfjhksjdhaskds. Amazing. So I have a 9 o'clock MWF and then on TH I have a 9 o'clock riding lesson so I wake up between 7:30 and 8:30 every day of the week. Maaaaan. Considering my typical sleep schedual means I DO NOT go to sleep before like, 3 am EVER....akjdhagfjhsdgjhasdgsd.

Oh, and Wednesdays are HELL. I had not realized this. I will make it though. [9- German. 10- hour break. 11- Geology *snoooorrreee*. 12- 2-hour Geology lab (the prof has a cute French accent though...). 2- Brit Lit (Okay. it's Griffin. I love this woman.). 3:30- Lit and Revolution.] So other than an hour break at 10 to pump my veins with caffiene...yeeeaaah. The last class ends at 4:45. It sucks. Hardxcore. I'll live though. I have ONE class on TH and other than riding that morning...that's it. I'm at work right now because Mallory asked me to take her shift. Buuut as I have about $15 left to my name, this is good. It makes tomorrow's paycheck a bit nicer.

Auditions were last night and the night before. For the three plays this semester. They decided not to do callbacks.

I'm not doing any of the plays this semester. Which is sad.

But honestly. I have auditioned for almost everything since I got here. That's a lot of plays. I have managed to get small parts in three. Is the difference between my percieved ability and my actual ability that great? I mean, really. And it's not like I don't get to know the profs who direct them either. I housesit for one of them! And still. Nothing. I'm not some random person that just shows up, I don't have evening classes just so I have a better shot and still. Nothing more than like, 10 lines or so I think I had in Our Town, spring of freshman year. I'm stubborn though, I still have another year to try for. And maybe this will be good. Rasien DID try to kill me last semester. 4.0 again? I hope!

And I came to a conclusion earlier in American Lit. In which she actually re-arranged us to sit alphabetally. What are we, elementary kids?? I mean. I haven't had to do that since like, the BEGINNING of high school. Dumbdumbdumbdumb...But that wasn't the point. The POINT is that I really dislike Whitman. Particularly the two random deth-y poems she had us reading. If it weren't for the fact that Prufrock is on the sylabus, I would be seriously concerned for this class. Icky poems and a seating arrangement. kjdhakjsds I don't like sitting in the MIDDLE of the classroom. It's icky. Side. PLEASE. But alas, my name is in the middle of the alphabet so I am dooomed. DOOMED, I SAY. So of course today as she's going on and on and on about Whitman and trying to draw us into discussion about these stupid birds in these pointless poems I'm just sorta staring. This is, of course, I about ten minutes after I have discovered my continuing lack of ability to get a role. So hey. I was entitled to be mildly moody at least.

Though, spekaing of Whitman. Jamie is still being lame. Lame lame lame lame. *grumble*

HOWEVER. I have lots of fun plans for the weekend including a showing of homemade movies, a long event of watching the original Star Wars trilogy and then getting coffee with an amusing friend WHO LIKES BLEACH :D :D :D on Sunday. He got a kitty and named it Yoruichi. BRILLIANT, INNIT?

Oh, still working on PoT. And I swear I will be tracking down icons for it because kasdjhskdajhsajsdkjhsdasjhaddicted. And I need to use them on Snuzzie. >D WHO I LOOOOVE. ♥!

August 2012

S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
121314 15161718
19202122232425
262728293031 

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 6th, 2025 04:31 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios