This feels pretty fuckin' bizarre... Not going to be at the theater for about a week and a half. WHAT. WHAT. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

BUT. As is-be time for the going home... Is not bad. :D And I'm guessing the time'll go faster'n fuck, leaving me to go, "Wait, what, I went home...?" Also, I have shit for memory, so y'know. Further reason for lapsing. BUT. Am looking forward to it. I was home for a couple of hours in, em, September, for the anniversary deal, but otherwise? And it doesn't feel as if it's been nearly that long. I mean, mein gott...

Don't necessarily want to deal with airport lines tomorrow. But. Very much excited, otherwise. :D And have rather a large stack of papers to be going with me. As in, "Oh, hell, didn't realize I had that much... Erm." Research-sterf and plays, whoo-whoo. And am pretty well packed. So. Should probably sleep, or something, as am much toward the side of exhausted. Hrmhrmhrm. 'twas a day.

Hey, so I spoke of that September thing in the previous entry. GUESS WHAT. I completely forgot about that. The shit for memory thing? Yeah. Yeah.

Although I did NOT say that my Northwestern app'd been submitted. Because it hadn't. But now it has. BITCHES 'N' HOS. That motherfuck is out of my hands. Just got the Towson one, and then... I shrug. Because I'm not finding any other programs that really intrigue, and you know? Isn't worth the fucking trouble to go for the others. So if I make it, I make it. If I don't... I'll find something else to do. Somewhere. This is probably a horrible attitude to take, but the mind is so goddamn numb right now that it's willing to give an "okay." So here we are. And it's in. And that made Monday a very, very positive sort of day.

I started working on the interview meme. And then I failed at it. Ern. Maybe when brain is working a bit more properly. Hopefully brain will begin working a bit more properly. 'twould be nice. I'd very much like the chance to do some decent thought-process-whatever on the Working plays. WELL. We shall see.

OH MAN OH MAN there might be Rock Band in the near future...? XD And Timesplitters. In the future. Where Jacob Crow is hiding out, bein' all sneaky. Man. Yes. Video games are an apt way of diverting brain, yes? Can hope, anyway.

Airport tomorrow, airport tomorrowwwwwww... Am a fan of flying. Just not of those lines. Urgh. Or of, I'm going to guess, taking "hi I'm falling apart isn't that vierd???" laptop bag around. But again, eh. Airports are TOO AWESOME to be beaten by such details. Hells yeah, airports. Hells yeah.

Hrn.

And I said, "But where do you die?"

"Where, if not the corner? The end, the shadow."

I tell you, I couldn't make a damned bit of sense from it. And I guess maybe the guy was crazy... But he sounded pretty serous. And I guess I've always believed that anyone who speaks with conviction's gotta know something about what he's saying, you know?

YOU KNOW?


Edit-edit. Fuck, and I am definitely missing on some characters, here. Rrgh, blech. If had time to keep up... But do not. Or brainspace. SO I SAY FIE. FIE, FIE, FIE. Hrn.

If you give a thumbs up but your bone's falling off, what happens?

I mean, I guess it depends on which bone we're talking about. Because I guess there are a lot of possibilities. But that's just getting into technicalities, and we don't want to go there. Oh no, oh no. Oh NEIN.

...I'm pretty sure I almost typed my name as "Keith." Or, at least, it was a hell of a lot closer to "Keith" than "Kristi." What in the fuck? I've been having some serious typing issues of later. Erngh, I'll chalk it up to brain-doom. Brain-doom has been rather rampant of late. BUT. BUT. Once app is in. Now that Cyrano stuff is pretty much set. Should be 'aight. (Totally ignoring everything else that's coming. <.< Pretty sure we have two glossaries that need to be 'round and about [or done-ish, depending on which] by mid-January. Though dunno who's on the Let There Be Love gloss, because sounds as if the AD might be a-takin' that... Do know that I am-to-be-doing the Working because, um, hi... :D TOTALLY COOL with doing whatever of whatever. But we also have program pieces to start thinking about for Love. And that whole other business of...) Okay, anyway.

Wednesday, 1:45. Airplane to Detroitttt, WHOO. Doesn't really feel as if I've been out here since August (well, okay, see, there was that couple of day sprint back in September... so technically, I was in Michigan then, and home for all of maybe two hours during it XD BUT THAT WAS A SWELL TIME), but here it is. Going home for, damn, about a week and a half? We've got a couple of weddings for ze family (one in Chicago on the first, aw yeah >.>), and otherwise, I do not know. Will try to work, but also relax. Let brain catch its breath or whatever, because I'm thinking it needs to.

OH HI ALSO WEATHER? So this theater very-very rarely cancels shows. As in, it sounds as if 'tis almost unheard of. And that whole HI EAST COAST GETTING SLAMMED? Yeah. All shows canceled for today. That'd be matinee and evening performances of two separate productions, both of which are closing tomorrow (Assuming, you know, that snow death hasn't continued). So, damn... Strange, and somewhat awkward. And there was much calling of patrons. And we'll see what the morrow brings.

Not the marrow, silly. Morrow.

Aaaaaand first rehearsal for Cyrano on Monday, yeah-YEAH.

I'm actually not terribly displeased with my statement of purpose now (and many many thanks again, acoustics1220 :D). And I am going to say it, because it is TRUE: I love me some dramaturgy. Forrrrrr real. CONNECTIONS-CONNECTIONS-CONNECTIONS, mmmm fun.

Shit, maybe that should've been my statement.

Now I am pretending that the essay doesn't need revising. It's actually much improved, but I don't know whether that's saying a lot. Cut the hell out of it, now reworking some bits for better flow, word choice, sense... The lot. But is getting there. And I'm not going to let myself toy with it forever, because I don't think it's as deadly as the excitable side of me believes, and I think I'm better off getting it out soon. Very soon. And the article (or articles) shouldn't need much, if any, work. So... Getting there. Getting there.

Oh, fuck it. Back to the essay.

Did you know...?

-If you stand in front of a hurricane and hold out your hand real hard, you can stop it in its tracks.
-Single-lane bowling actually involves the use of three lanes.
-Baby mice (called "micelets") are born covered in sacs made of a material akin to beeswax.
-The phrase "riding the rails" came into use after a few too many hobos were caught humping train tracks.
-Two chickens make an omelet.
-The Sopwith Camel was given its first test flight in an underground train station.
-Three wrongs make a penguin.
-"Pluto" is another word for "asphyxiation."
-The process is lost in its very creation, but you need not worry your pretty little head over it; the matter'll resolve itself, in the end.

"Whadda YOU... fuckin' care?"

Ehehehehehehehehehe.

Hehehehehe.

Entries continue to be only vaguely entries. BUT ROMA IS BACK??? And mini-glossary has been sent, so whoo. :D "Whoo" until I find out that it's ALL FUCKIN' WRONG. But for now, I will pretend that it works. And we shall see. And I was a sort of good kid mayb and cut some of my ramble out. Hrrrrrrrrmhrm.

Ha ha, it's almost six again. This makes twice for the week. HELLO HELLO HELLO WORLD. :D Think I may just opt out of bartending altogether next week. Which means probably not bartending until January but, um... I'm kind of okay with that. And may need to think about dropping it altogether, because money is good, but as it is? Emmmm, yeah...

BUT GAK. EXCITEMENT. STILL MUCH EXCITEMENT.

Yeah, was hoping to have that through earlier. Yeah, should've known better. ...yeah, pretty much did know better. Sometimes I am skilled at deluding myself. Or deluding myself into believing that I've deluded myself. Extra layers means extra fun!!?!?!?!???

Williamson went down to the store. To buy a hotrod magazine. 'Cause they got the chicks with the boobs... BUT THEN HIS DRESSER OF PORN WAS STOLEN BY BEINGS FROM THE MOON OH NO OH NO!!!

Come on. You know that's alarming.