On West Egg

So, I got a Twitter account (also Revieloutionne). I actually use it to talk about my life and shit, unlike this here LJ that's kind of reserved for my fannishness (which I want to remedy, BTW).

Anyway, I'm turning in an essay to be considered for being a service trainer at work in a bit, and then I head over to my boyfriend's house until he sees me off at the train station when I start my trip to go visit my brother and SEE HAIR OMG for my birthday.

Life is nice right now.

So. I've been meaning to see Psycho Beach Party for ages. I've been interested for at least a year, finally downloaded and burned the thing a few months ago... finally got 'round to watching it tonight.

It is amazing beyond my wildest dreams.

I thought it was going to be a bad 60s surfer movie, made a few years ago, with more modern thoughts about sex sprinkled in. With the intentional bad and all, and it would be good in spite of that.

No, it was just flat-out a bad 60s surfer movie, made a few years ago, with more modern thoughts about sex sprinked in. It was good because of that.

That's right, it's not any sort of send-up of bad 60s surfer movies, it just is one, and it doesn't apologize, and it certainly doesn't update the "surfing" effects. And it actually works as a thriller. You've got the obvious-therefore-not-but-maybe-anyway candidate, and then about four other legitimate possibilities and then the reveal throws you a bit, but the film has such infectious glee in what it is that even though it doesn't quite make sense, it's not like anything else did either, so you go with it.

Plus? There's a dance battle to die for. (Even if that is, like, the only time nobody does.) (Okay, there are other deathless times, too. But still.)



Oh, and how I wish I could have seen the original off-Broadway play of it. It's from that amazing bygone era when all you needed for a theatrical movement was a performance space, a man or two in drag, bright colors, cheap tickets, a bit of enthusiam, a lot of sex, some drugs, and a lack of funds. (Upon further consideration, the last two items may be one.)

So, I only worked on it for a week, plus a couple scattered hours helping build and paint over the months before that, and it only just ended Sunday afternoon (counting strike) but I quote miss Tick, Tick... BOOM! That was one hell of a cast and crew, and I'ma miss the lot of 'em, even if most of us wind up on Chicago in the fall.

I just got back from the play at my second field experience school. It was pretty damn good for a high school play (My biggest issue was with the end of the play, which is the script and not the cast/crew, and only a little bit the director, so.), but. Afterwards, I had to play the pronoun game with some of my students, which is the first time I've played in a couple years. It was not fun.

Whee. I'm officially in Was-known-as-Christmas-Break-before-the-school-systems-all-went-PC Break, also known as "Winter Break."

Nothing important enough to blog about has been happeneing, or I would've written something.

Over break I have to work on my audition piece for the musical. Well, I don't have to, but I am so that I do well. I just have to decide between singing "Put on a Happy Face" or part of "One Last Kiss." (Or is that "One More Kiss?" I've been working on "Put on a Happy Face" 'cause I don't really want to play Conrad all that mcuh. I will if I'm cast as him, but...)

If you haven't figured it out already the musical this year is "Bye Bye Birdie." Auditions start the day after we get back from break, witht he day we get back being a day Ms. Snyder will help us work on our piece if we want help. She's a much better director than Dinovo already. We didn't know what music we'd be auditioning with until auditions.

I also need an approx. 1 min. monologue for the acting auditions, which are the three school days following the three singing audition days. I get back to school the first Wed. of Jan. The musical is in mid-Mar. I'm looking forward to it, because last year was fun, and this year, we have a better director. <---- Very abbreviatory paragraph.

Fwee!

Subway is the best fast food chain ever.

Really. They have great meatball subs, and I haven't met a person who dislikes Subway yet.

Today, I wen ton a feild trip with 29 other Drama Club members, Hancy (Geh...), and Ms. Snyder, who's taking over direction of the plays from Hancy, with Ms. Derose, and who is now directing the musicals, as that's the Choir teacher's job. She's actually pretty cool. (She's new this year, was in the band, and is aware of Hancy's good directing techniques and her bad. There's no way she could have not been taught by Hancy, so that's good.)

We went to Cleveland to see a production of The Pirates of Penzance. It could've been better, but I liked it.

It was extremely hard to hear the actors, and when more than one set of lyrics were being sung at the same time, you couldn't understand either.

But there were a lot of good parts, too. The school's going to be hearing a lot of "A paradox, a paradox, a quite ingenious paradox, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, a par--a--dox!" Over the next week or so. Or in the case of Toft and Kelli Kaufmann, "A pair of ducks, a pair of ducks, [Duck noises that fit the Ah-ha-ha-etc...], a pair -- of -- ducks!" ^_^

And the trip itself wasn't bad. I sat by Eric (^_^), and th people I was by are just fun people to be around.

And then we ate at Subway on the way home.

Happy Dance Time!

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**Pose**

Happy Dance!

Yeah!

**Rockettes do Happy Dance behind Fox**

**Sees Rockettes, shrugs** 'Tis the season, I guess.

**Fanfare**

THE PLAY IS OVER!!!!!

Now I have lotsa time to talk to Shadow-chan during the week, to do homework, to do... stuff...

The cast party was fun, but it would've been better if Eric'd played Twister, too... But he was busy.

I hardly saw him, but that's kinda good, 'cause the more I see him outside of Math and Latin, the worse things are.

I figure it like this: when I talk to him in Math and Latin, it's like having a small glass of wine. It's good, but there's no serious repercussions for doing it. The more exposure I have to him, the worse my "hangover" is. Thus, marching season and the play being over, I don't have much contact with him outside of Math and Latin, so I should be fine for the time being.

^_^

I didn't get back from the cast party until after 1 AM, and I stil had to get the gray spray-in hair color out. And I had to be at BG-Firelands by 8 AM for the Holiday Bowl (Academic Challenge). It was fun, though. Lost only one (of six) matches, so we got second. Lost the one match by one point. (We were tied going into the last question.)

"What ocean is the Berence (Or is it Barence? We only hear the questions...) Sea adjacent to?"

Don't answer. We already know. We just didn't then.

Feh.

Well, opening night is over, and tonight's the last performance.

Thank God.

I have grown to hate this play **Gets Mrs. White-ish** so much, it's like- burning feeling... Flames! Flames on the.. on the sides.. Sides of my- my- it's- I-

**Back to normal**

Basically, I hate this play. I may enjoy watching it sometime, but I will never be able to act in it again. Even if for some odd reason I auditioned and got George or Doc Gibbs.

Cast party is tonight. Same place Pre-state was. Just with fewer people. Which is good. It was a tad crowded at Pre-state.

And Eric will be there. ^_^

I suppose last night was okay, performancewise, but it could've been better. There was a really late entrance, and Hancy never really taught us to improv, so it was really obvious...

So um... Yeah.^

Dress reahearsal last night.

I tell ya, you can't work on this play for too long, or you hate it. A dress rehearsal where the director decides to skip intermissions for time doesn't help when you're on at the very end of act two, and the very beginning of act three, but you have a costume change betweent he two and have to find another "dead" person to trade coats because costume crew had switched them before, and nobody figured it out until one of us got our costume.

So I go onstage still buttoning the coat, which looks really bad during the whole third act because the collar was up, and I couldn't fix it because it would be too much motion for a "dead" person.

Also, I have kinda long hair, which is somewhat curly making it "big."

It wan't really big before, I found out, because Prof. Willard is supposed to have Einstein-ish hair because I didn't want to cut mine, so they tried just messing it up, but it turned into a foot-in-any-direction-from-my-head mass of hair. Which was then onl;y partially turned gray, because the gray stuff is expensive, and they have to fully gray my hair twice.
And the peron who plays Mrs. Soames had a college visit yesterday, and the college gave her nothing to excuse her absence, so she was technically not allowed to go to dress rehearsal.

When she did, Mrs. Hancy, the moron that she is, bitched at her.

Because she cane when she didn't have to.

And her absence's non-exusedness wan't her fault.

Mrs. Hancy is evil incarnate, and I 'm happy beyond expression that she will not be directing after this year.

^_^

I'm better!

Not completely, but one-and-a-half-hours of new Escaflowne, plus an Academic Challenge party at which Monty Python and the Holy Grail is watched help a lot.

Academic Challenge parties are alyways fun. The whole goal of them, it seems, is to get everyone laughing. It was really funny hearing Kelly hiccup, because it's quite an original (and funny sounding) hiccup.

One of the benefits of new Escaflowne is that I can tell myself "I may be in bad shape, but I'm not Dilandau or (at the moment in the story) Van. And I'm much more stable."

Heh. At the football game, during fourth quarter, my band's percussion and the other band's percussion had some kind of percussion-off. It started with the cadences. We did better just by the fact that our cadence is longer and less repetitive, but I think we also played better. Then they did random little things (We so beat them at the quad thing.), and then we did our percussion feature, and it was all over. The non-percussionites there (about 3/4 of our non-percussion band; none of their non-percussion people came over... Who has the more supportive, family-like band?) were singing the pit part (bells, anything xylophone-looking), and the field percussion were doing all their visuals. And then there was the drum-to-drum. I don't think that the other band knew that was possible. There was more after that, but it was obvious who won.

It was fun.

But I was freezing my hands off. Nothing else of me was cold, but I couldn't feel my hands. Which is why I don't care that we lost, I was just glad that we got out of overtime, which up until the last minute or so, it looked like we were going into.

Plus, I hate football, so I don't really care that anyone won...