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The long awaited update
Jul. 17th, 2003 09:45 pm(or not)
Anyway.
*looks to see when she last updated* Uy, that's a sorry post. Maybe it deserves an explanation.
Explanation: Day consisted of a 9/11 memorial service, three hours of no one but Thalia online (that I felt like talking to anyway), and being bothered by mother as usual. Was heavily depressed.
Luckily, after that, went to see The Glass Menagerie (really depressing) with Eddy, and we both were in a sort of "I don't particularly want to be here talking with you... let's leave after intermission" mood, so we left after intermission and I went to the Jacobyhouse and then was no longer depressed. Yay.
What has happened this week...
I've been working at METC, which is quite fun; Amanda is working there so I have someone I know; there's a girl named Julia whom it is interesting to talk to-- I believe if she went to my school I'd never speak a word to her; as it is, it's been interesting. Although she is attempting to set me up with one of her friends and ignoring my protests that I already have someone I'd rather not cheat on. Sigh.
Slightly more lighthearted is the fact that I was appointed Goddess of all Gods by the ickle children today. Sam Spelker made me a headdress; Matt Spelker made me a whip. The Spelkers are quite amusing. Matt and Brett Spelker are moving in across the street from me; they've apparently bought Mr. Mickens' old house and are painting it a decent color. Yay!
Last day of Playwright's class was today; had sort of presentation-y thing. This class was very good for me and made me realize (a) that I CAN do improv and (b) how much I'd missed theater. I came out of it uber-hyper every day.
In between working at METC and Playwrights, and after Playwrights as well, I've been practically living at Matt's. We've gotten quite a lot of progress done on our synthetic language (it's really spiffy-sounding!) despite the fact that MATT IS NOT A LINGUIST. Neither is Mike. Neither is Moody although he's better than Matt or Mike. Have gone into several rants attempting to explain the difference between things translating directly from English and things actually making an ounce of sense in a different language, bitching about the senselessness of the English language, and how the phonetics Matt came up with annoy me.
And yet I am still tolerated. Possibly because I am the only one who knows what she's talking about.
I've also done waaaaay too much Elvish translation work for that boy, considering very little of it is going to be used. Ah vell. 'Twas fun. Except he'd give me the Elvish assignment and then keep talking.
General note to anyone who must ever deal with me: Do not attempt to discuss Serious Social And Emotional Issues with me after giving me an Elvish assignment. I won't be responding. I will probably be half-listening but nothing'll really register.
Oh, and I may actually be online and updating and stuff next week, because Playwrights is over (I miss my classmates already! They're already emailing me though; which is nice) and Matt shall be gone again. (I refuse to commence moping until he is actually gone, however. *remains uberhappy*)
*bounces* I probably have more to say but can't recall it all at the moment. Oh well.
Anyway.
*looks to see when she last updated* Uy, that's a sorry post. Maybe it deserves an explanation.
Explanation: Day consisted of a 9/11 memorial service, three hours of no one but Thalia online (that I felt like talking to anyway), and being bothered by mother as usual. Was heavily depressed.
Luckily, after that, went to see The Glass Menagerie (really depressing) with Eddy, and we both were in a sort of "I don't particularly want to be here talking with you... let's leave after intermission" mood, so we left after intermission and I went to the Jacobyhouse and then was no longer depressed. Yay.
What has happened this week...
I've been working at METC, which is quite fun; Amanda is working there so I have someone I know; there's a girl named Julia whom it is interesting to talk to-- I believe if she went to my school I'd never speak a word to her; as it is, it's been interesting. Although she is attempting to set me up with one of her friends and ignoring my protests that I already have someone I'd rather not cheat on. Sigh.
Slightly more lighthearted is the fact that I was appointed Goddess of all Gods by the ickle children today. Sam Spelker made me a headdress; Matt Spelker made me a whip. The Spelkers are quite amusing. Matt and Brett Spelker are moving in across the street from me; they've apparently bought Mr. Mickens' old house and are painting it a decent color. Yay!
Last day of Playwright's class was today; had sort of presentation-y thing. This class was very good for me and made me realize (a) that I CAN do improv and (b) how much I'd missed theater. I came out of it uber-hyper every day.
In between working at METC and Playwrights, and after Playwrights as well, I've been practically living at Matt's. We've gotten quite a lot of progress done on our synthetic language (it's really spiffy-sounding!) despite the fact that MATT IS NOT A LINGUIST. Neither is Mike. Neither is Moody although he's better than Matt or Mike. Have gone into several rants attempting to explain the difference between things translating directly from English and things actually making an ounce of sense in a different language, bitching about the senselessness of the English language, and how the phonetics Matt came up with annoy me.
And yet I am still tolerated. Possibly because I am the only one who knows what she's talking about.
I've also done waaaaay too much Elvish translation work for that boy, considering very little of it is going to be used. Ah vell. 'Twas fun. Except he'd give me the Elvish assignment and then keep talking.
General note to anyone who must ever deal with me: Do not attempt to discuss Serious Social And Emotional Issues with me after giving me an Elvish assignment. I won't be responding. I will probably be half-listening but nothing'll really register.
Oh, and I may actually be online and updating and stuff next week, because Playwrights is over (I miss my classmates already! They're already emailing me though; which is nice) and Matt shall be gone again. (I refuse to commence moping until he is actually gone, however. *remains uberhappy*)
*bounces* I probably have more to say but can't recall it all at the moment. Oh well.
