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Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
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4:22 pm - Welcome to Hell (The Cute and Fuzzy Kind, Anyway)
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Oh, Bryn Mawr. You are so cute.
Lately I have been sick, in case anyone has somehow not caught that. Which would be kind of understandable, because I have said it so many times that the whole thing might be kind of heavy if I threw it at you. Ha. Ha. I need sleep.
Anyway, this whole being sick thing means that I am a) exhausted and b) have a shitload of work to make up. So clearly, this is the perfect time to be helled. Oh, yes.
But really, it is, because it will make me stress out less. Maybe. Which is kind of the whole point.
Now I am going to go and take a nap. Then my hellers have something secret-agenty planned...
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| Saturday, February 16th, 2008
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1:07 pm - V-Day
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No, not the Vagina Monologues, although I probably am going to go see them in the Great Hall this evening. I'm talking about lovely Valentine's Day. St. Valentine's Day, to be precise. Why this holiday exists, I really don't know. It's pretty much just an excuse to make everyone who buys into it miserable.
But are they really all miserable and stuff? Oh yes, they are. Let's take couples first. People in couples have to plan out this wildly romantic evening, in which so many conflicting hopes, expectations, and outside variables (such as lack of reservations, ovens burning, etc.) are involved that it will inevitably go horribly wrong somewhere. You have to figure out whether 'no gifts' actually means 'no gifts', or 'bitch, I got you a diamond necklace where is my present!?', how far to take things physically if you haven't done so already, etc, etc.
Solution: Get Drunk. Eat Weight in Chocolate.
As for single people, they are often horribly jealous of the above couples, not realizing that said couples are miserable and half-wishing they were single so they could just eat some damn chocolate and forget about this whole romance thing. Then there are sappy movies on T.V., hearts and flowers everywhere, etc. Awesome.
Solution: Hmm...get drunk. Eat Chocolate.
Also, I bet St. Valentine was murdered in some horribly bloody manner that I'm too lazy to look up on Wikipedia at the moment.
All that being said, I somehow managed to have a really nice, traditionally romantic sort of Valentine's Day. Go figure. It started with me finding Erik in his room after Linguistics, still wearing pajamas and writing a paper. I gave him my very romantic gift of a BMC shotglass with candy in it, which he ate while he finished the stupid paper. Now, we hadn't actually made dinner reservations yet, so we called around until we found this quite expensive French place that could take us at eight. Then he kind of disappeared for awhile, as he had to run 'errands'. This being Erik, I was expecting flowers and a box of chocolate, so I was rather surprised when he came back with...three of those truffles they sell at Border's and the Kama Sutra. Um. But I read it a bit while he got into a suit, and then we went down to his car. Where there were orchids and a box of Godiva on the front seat. Okay, so it was sweet. Very sweet.
Eventually, we actually got to the restaurant, which was, okay, very nice. And there was filet mingon, and there was wine, and there was dessert, and suddenly I was the most relaxed I had been in ages.
And then we went home. And words don't work.
And then it was the next morning and I had to do the tri-co van Ride of Shame with orchids (which I later had to rescue from the trash, but that's another story).
The End.
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| Monday, February 11th, 2008
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6:53 pm
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So, I am still sick. Isn't that fantastic? Oh, yes, it is so great.
I haven't been to classes in over a week. This is not making me happy. Because now I will have to make everything up, especially Russian. Awesome. Also, I have been at Swat pretty much the whole time, which is somewhat depressing, seeing as I theoretically go to Bryn Mawr. Yeah.
So right now my plan is to do Ling homework and study for the quiz I missed, and then try to go to Swing for a bit. I'm hoping the slight amount of physical activity will do me some good.
In other news...there really isn't any other news that I care to discuss in this forum. I did go to that ball Jessica mentioned, of course. Yay for that, at least.
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| Monday, February 4th, 2008
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8:34 am - Beth's Weekend: A Case Study or Because I Seriously Have Nothing Better to Do Right Now...
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I am in bed at Swat. Why am I here? Sadly, not because anything pleasant is happening. Nope. I am here because I caught the Bryn Mawr bug and got all sick Saturday night. So Erik took me here, and is making me rice right now. I tried to sleep last night, but every time I would lie down my stomach decided it was even angrier with me. So I ended up reading Discworld all night. Well, I didn't actually try to go to bed until maybe 3 or 4, but whatever. I did get an hour of sleep earlier, while Erik was fighting with his MV problem set. Fun times...
Right. So my weekend was obviously not supposed to be spent in my/Erik's respective beds. It was supposed to go like this:
Friday-I go to Russian work for two hours, then go to Swat to get a form signed for mine Linguistics class. Then I come back and work two more hours. After that, I help Stephanie with her riding trunk, and then since she has the car for awhile longer some of us go out to dinner. Then we goof around on the hall, after which I take the van to Swat to bring Erik his pillow back, because he has been very sad without it. He is fairly shocked to see me. Sleeping ensues. Yawn.
(This all actually happened.)
Saturday-I get up and have a lovely day doing work with Erik, after which he cooks me dinner. Then we go to a Celidah (pronounced Kay-lee). After that, I go to a party at Haverford with my hallmates.
(Okay, here's where it gets wonky. When I wake up, Erik goes out to get us breakfast and takes about ten ages. Then I get a frantic call from Elaine, telling me that Katia really, really, wants me to go to her swim meet that afternoon. Erik urges me to go, so we speed back to the Mawr, and Elaine and I go to the gym. Erik makes a big fuss about wanting my key, but I keep it, since he doesn't actually need to leave the dorm for any reason. Or so I think. Melinda and Joanna eventually join us, and we all cheer for Katia. Yay. Then we go to check mail in the Campus Centre, where I run into two of Jessica's roommates. They tell me that Jessica is really upset and sobbing and has been looking for me all morning. I rush over to her room, of course, only to have her third roommate inform me that's she just left. So I go back to Rock, intending to use Erik's cell phone to call her (oh, yes, I had left mine at Swat, grr). But there is literally no one on my hall. So I grab a coat, intending to go look for Katia and Elaine, who said they were going to Haffner. But as I am heading out, Elaine appears on the stairs and drags me down to the living room...where there is a surprise party for my half-birthday. It was very, very sweet. Also apparently I had ruined everyone's plans by dashing off to Swat the night before, so they had to concoct a whole scheme to get me back to BMC.
And I wish the day had ended there. Sadly, I was feeling rather tired the whole time, and so I decided not to go dancing. I was still going to try to go to the party, but eventually decided it would be a bad idea. Some other stuff happened as well, but it all culminated in unpleasantness at 4am-ish. Yay. Not. But Erik did hold my hair.)
Sunday-Beth does homework.
(To be fair, I actually did do a lot of homework. I was just also made the mistake of trying to eat brunch, and was then transported to Swat, where I watched TV while Erik cleaned up. I also got down some really mild Thai food, although I'm not sure it was a very good idea at this point. We shall see. Then I actually did do a lot of homework, slept for an hour, and then couldn't all night.)
So that was my awesome weekend. Yeah. And so far Monday has been spent awake and writing this. Also sending frantic e-mails to professors, because I am clearly not in class right now. Awesome.
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| Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
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1:03 pm
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So, I'm in Evanston again. Nice, because I get to see most of you people reading this, but precarious in other ways. Nothing has happened however. Yet.
It's been a day.
New York was lovely. It's funny, because when the plane took off and I looked down at the city I was totally oriented, as opposed to Chicago, which looks familiar but incomprehensible. I felt like I was leaving home. Which, really, I suppose I was. Whatever that means, anyway. I'm not entirely sure.
I think I'm going to fit into Erik's family, assuming it comes to that. I decorated my first (second? I think second...) Christmas tree. There was a fair amount of champagne involved. And I got to do the whole Christmas thing, which was a nice change. At least I got to feel involved in something holiday-ish. Of course, there were and are little things at school as well, but a lot of that was overshadowed by finals. Of course, so was this, as Erik wasn't quite finished, but that's another story. Anyway, as much as I want to be here seeing everyone for a little while, I really can't wait until I leave and go back to all of that. I think I'm finally in love. Interesting.
*sigh* Well, when is everyone around here? I was guessing probably thursday night. Does that work? Also if anyone wants to go post-Christmas shopping with Lilah and me, let us know. :)
Love you all.
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| Monday, December 17th, 2007
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10:17 am - All Right, I will Actually Post
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See, I am totally posting. I don't know why you all would think I don't. You're just silly.
Of course, whether or not I have something to say is another matter entirely. I'm rather of the opinion that I do not, but we shall see.
Um. My show was/is this weekend. It's being going pretty well. I don't feel like I got as close to the people in it as I would have liked, though. I don't know. Well, next semester I'm going to be house managing (I know, shocker, right?) for Twelfth Night, so that will be a lot of fun, at any rate. Also I think I will join Rennaisance Choir. So no more musicals for now. But doing crazy 20's stuff in underwear has been fun.
Then there's everything else. I feel like my life has gotten a bit out of whack lately (well, ever since Mason and I broke up, really). I was really on top of my work for the first half of the semester, but I never really caught up properly after that whole thing. I mean, it isn't like I've actually been behind much, but I really liked that feeling of being ahead for once. So resolution for next semester: Don't get off track with lovely schoolwork-ness.
And then there's the other aspect of life, i.e. being social. Not that I'm not, but I feel kind of bad, because I think I've been really, really wrapped up in Erik. I don't know what to do. I see him about twice a week, which is not that much, but that's actually not true, because I usually end up in his room on the weekends, and so I'm not here with people. *sigh* But...I don't want to see him any less. He's wonderful (and probably reading this. Forgot about that. Don't let it go to your head, dear.), and I half want to spend every hour of every day with him. Half. The other half is shouting at me for being such a sentimental idiot, and wants me to stay here and stop being so obsessed. But...yesterday he wrapped me up in my comforter and paraded me around the hall ( I had no idea where I was), eventually dropping me on Katia's lap. And then later when I was upset about my show, he went all the way back to Swat to grab the little stuffed cat he had meant to give me at my show, and stopped at Wawa on the way back to buy me chocolate, which he doesn't even like. And then he stayed the night, even though he has a final tomorrow and a paper due friday and really needed to go home and work. But...there's no balance here. And I'm afraid of relying on anyone so completely (well not completely, perhaps, but certainly a great deal). Also, as I keep trying to remind myself, we haven't actually been dating that long. Maybe that's the trouble. Maybe we'll stop being so obsessed with one another when we've been dating longer. Maybe. I don't know. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens next semester. At least I'll have him planned into my schedule next semester. *sigh* Well, we shall see. We shall see.
Home friends: I'm so excited to see you all soon! I'm coming home Monday morning, so maybe we'll do something Wednesday?
current mood:  contemplative
current music: This is Not Over Yet--Parade
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| Thursday, December 6th, 2007
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1:42 pm - The Erik Post
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So it has come to my attention that the whole Beth is dating a new boy thing came as a bit of a surprise to some of you. Oops. Perhaps I should just blurt out everything about myself at once so that I avoid shocking everyone on livejournal and facebook. But since saying, "Hi I'm Beth and I'm a bi philosophy major who sometimes considers herself to be a poet and used to date Mason but broke up with him and now I date this guy named Erik...etc." might get a tiny bit wearying, not to mention obnoxious, I think I'll have to stick with blurting out pieces of information and then doing clean-up afterwards.
And here it is. I met Erik at contra. He's a second-semester sophomore at Swat. We were friends for a while before I broke up with Mason, and he was actually kind of going after a friend of mine at the time. But then he decided (it was pretty damn obvious before this so-called decision, except that there were no flowers involved) to 'really' go after me. This was around the time that Mason and I actually broke up. And then we both knew we were both interested, but we were intending to wait a lot longer to get together than we actually did. It all kind of fell apart when he laid stargazer lilies across the front seat of his car for me to find and danced with me four times at one contra and and fetched my water and took my hand in the car on the way back. And he hadn't even actually meant for us to get together last night. Good job with the waiting thing, Erik. ...And then we were in his room and he had just taken a shower (no, I was not looking) and he told me to turn back around while he was still buttoning his shirt and then he kissed me. And kissed me. And that eventually needed to stop because we had to be at his old roommate's birthday party. So then we were being all cute, and Heather and Eva, who had been trying to get us together for awhile, were laughing and such, and that was that.
So that was the story of Erik and me. I suppose I haven't actually said about the boy, though. He's a philosophy major (oops) from Westchester (gross). He likes to cook me dinner and be ridiculously sweet, and has taken me dress-shopping of his own volition. (No, he's not gay. I swear.) Um, he has wavy black hair and brown eyes. I love brown eyes. But I think the most amazing thing is that he really does feel the same way that I do about commitment. He, like, actually calls me, and worries that he's taking my hand too much, and doodles my name in his notes, etc. It's cute. And, well, a relief. Plus, um, hickeys. I finally understand why someone would end up with one, and want to do so. But no more on that note, I promise.
Okay, I'm done ranting about being sickeningly happy now. Back to my two papers due next week. And rehearsal. Damn.
current mood: happy
current music: So Much Better-Legally Blonde
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| Wednesday, December 5th, 2007
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12:13 am
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I am not going to finish my reading tonight. Oh, well. I shall do it tomorrow morning.
I'm starting to get stressed out by the whole end-of-the-semester thing. Rawr. Rehearsals are getting a bit intense, seeing as my show is going up the weekend after this one. And I have two papers to write and three finals to study for...oh, dear. Too much stuff. I was with Erik at Swat today, trying to get an add form signed for ling, and being with him was so relaxing that I just couldn't make myself leave when it was time for me to go to fencing. So I didn't. Really bad of me, I know. I need to get some rest, and perhaps some self-discipline as well.
So, yeah. I'm pretty excited for break at this point. I love Bryn Mawr so much, but I need to relax. Of course, that'll last about one second with my house being what it is, but at least I'll get to see all of you. Let's plan something!
Okay, time for bed. I have Erik's sweatshirt and it smells nice and he doodled our names all over his notebook and I need to stop now. Enough.
Goodnight unto you all.
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| Monday, November 12th, 2007
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1:53 pm - I know, I know...
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...I haven't journaled in awhile. I've been too busy having things happen to me, I guess. Well, not exactly. But it sounds good, right? The real reason is that I don't think I'm ready to talk about all of the crazy stuff that's happened this past week so openly yet, so you'll all just have to wait. Sorry.
I am starting to like this haircut a whole lot, though.
current mood: happy
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| Tuesday, November 6th, 2007
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10:10 am - What is This Thing Called Love?
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This funny thing called love...This is all very strange. I don't know the rules of this game. It wasn't one I thought I'd ever be playing, especially not of my own volition. I've missed three classes and gone to two. I haven't been sleeping well at night, but I've been fairly social. I haven't been eating well, but I went out to dinner with a guy friend of mine from Swat last night. I just plain didn't write a paper due Sunday evening, but I've been more or less keeping up with my Russian, and doing most of my reading. I had most of my hair hacked off, but it actually turned out pretty well. *sigh* What am I supposed to do?
There's still a picture of him on my desk, although the rest are down. We're still together on fucking facebook. Our rabbits are still 'married'. We're still friends, although I'm not sure what exactly that's going to entail.
I'm afraid to call, because I don't want to hurt him. I'm afraid not to call, because what else can I do? I'm afraid of the sound of his voice. Is it because I'm afraid I'll fall in love all over again, or that I won't? I don't know.
current mood: confused
current music: Maybe I Like it This Way--The Wild Party
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| Sunday, October 21st, 2007
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3:02 pm - Home Again :)
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I really missed my bed.
I don't mean this as some sort of metaphor or metonomy. I literally missed my literal bed. The one I have in my old room is a dusty loft that practically falls over if you so much as lift a finger, god forbid roll over to lie on your other side. Did I mention that it was dusty? And as charming as Mason's bed may be, the fact that it is rather high off of the ground presents somewhat of a problem. Also, I'm sorry to say this, but his sheets are a really unfortunate shade of brown. So there you are. I may have strange tastes, but I'm very glad to get back to my Bryn Mawr-issued four-poster.
I also missed the church bells. They rang the hour just now, and sunlight is streaming through the windows and everything is glorious.
I really liked visiting New Haven, even though, yeah, college boys (**Masonandhissuitemates**) play videogames an awful lot of the time. But Martha took me to a nice (and astoundingly inexpensive) Chinese restaurant when I finally got in (after my stupid flight was delayed for two hours, ick), and I met a lot of nice Yalies who I'm afraid I mostly don't remember by this point. I do remember Martha's suitemates, though, and Mason's roommate and such. I also managed to finally come out (as being bi) to Mason over milkshakes, which was a HUGE relief. I didn't realized until after it happened how stressed out I had been about telling him. (Um, sorry if anyone reading this didn't know that already and I inadvertantly just came out to you right now. But honestly, it's not that big a deal, especially since I have a boyfriend anyway.)
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The next morning, we woke up at 8 (disgusting, I know), and I had to go off to the train, as Erik had offered to drive me back to Bryn Mawr from New York, which was terribly kind of him, and I really couldn't turn him down. After all, being in a car for 2-3 hours is a hell of a lot better than being on 6 different trains for 5, and transferring between them all. We had a nice drive, and now I'm here.
Home again.
And now it's time for Russian.
current mood: content
current music: Fucking Simple Gifts will not get out of my fucking head
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| Thursday, October 18th, 2007
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7:28 pm - Off to New Haven...and the ML Formal
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Well, I'm finally out of here. Thank god, and thank you all for your kind offers of house-space over winter break.
Now on to the infinitely better part of my vacation--Yale. I'm really, really excited to see Martha (and Mason, of course, but that goes without saying). We're going to have dinner tomorrow and stuff. There's a contra in Manhattan on Saturday night, but I don't think somehow that I'll actually be able to convince Mason to go all the way out there with me, especially as it would probably involve sleeping in the spare room of one of my friends who he's never met before. That might be a little strange. Just a little.
In other news, (i.e. the other part of the title), I've been invited to the ML (it's the name of a dorm) winter formal at Swat, presumably by virtue of doing contra. I'm terribly excited, because it's a very proper sort of formal, with a three course meal and waltzing and suchlike. But now I have to find a dress. And I really only have one weekend free to shop, because I'm going to be busy for four of the weekends in November, and it's December 8th or something like that. Help! Lol.
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| Tuesday, October 16th, 2007
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10:26 am - Why Did I Ever Think This Would Be a Good Idea?
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Or more specifically, why didn't I think? Clearly, coming back to a house where I was thouroughly miserable and left without resolving anything was not the brightest of notions. If I had actually bothered to think the situation through before packing up and flying halfway across the country for the better part of a week, I probably would have realized this. Alas, I did not.
However, I will now endeavour to be sensible and learn from my mistake. I am never, never doing this again. Staying alone in this house is always going to make me miserable, and there's no reason why I should have to put myself through that. It's fine if my family wants to see me, but next time I come to Evanston I am not going to stay with them, or if I do, I will have to ask someone to stay with me. (Don't worry, they only bite relations.) After all, my grandparents do live downtown. and it isn't as if I don't know people here. If that is for some reason unacceptable, I needn't come back at all.
That said, at least it reminds me of how much I love and value those I consider to be my real family, many of whom are probably reading this and wondering why I'm using such ridiculous diction (It's because I just read Pride and Prejudice. Sorry.). And at least now I have another physical home, and a room and a bed and such to miss when I'm away. Also, I finally feel I have the authority to assert myself and draw a line here.
Well, there's that. I hope to talk you all on a much happier note shortly.
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| Saturday, October 6th, 2007
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12:13 pm - YAY Dactyls!!!
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Last night was the Dactyl Hunt at Swat. Essentially, a bunch of people run around in a field with foam swords and try to hit each other. The heros wear white trash bags, and try to kill the monsters, who wear black trashbags. The ultimate aim is for the hunters to kill the three Dactyls, but they need a Dactyl Hunting Liscence to do so, so they have to kill other monsters first, who give them coins. This girl Eva from fencing knows some of the people in charge of it at Swat, so some people from the fencing team decided to go and be monsters (because really, why would you want to be a hero?). We turned out to be goblins, and had tremendous fun defeating terrified hunters and stealing their swords. (Some of the heroes were kind of obnoxious, but w/e. Also they were a lot of them, so they would gang up on us. But it was fun anyway.) The other hilarious thing for me is that there is a fair amount of overlap between Swatties who do this and contra, so I kept being at the opposite end of a blade from people I danced with last weekend, and will in all likelihood dance with again tonight.
After that, we were all going to go back even though it was really early still, because a bunch of people have a tournament today. However, Eva, Heather, and I decided to stay, so we ended up in someone's dorm room for awhile, and then at a bonfire thing in the woods. (Btw, apparently not all beer sucks. Interesting.) There were some drunk/high friends of the Swatties at the bonfire, but it was okay because they were oddly calm drunks. Although Eva did keep clapping in front of their faces and making them jump five feet or so. It was also nice because they gave us all backrubs, and actually hard enough to do something to the horrible knots in my back.
Eventually Erik, who I know from Contra, drove us home, and we hung out in Heather's room for awhile drinking tea and gin and tonics and eating duck. It was fun.
But now I have to go to work and then write two essays and study for Russian. Crap.
current mood: cheerful
current music: The Wild Party
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| Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007
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8:23 am - Oh, Well, I Never...
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...what a swell party it is. For those of you who don't yet know, I got into the musical here. It's called the Wild Party, and I play a minor character called Rose Himmelsteen. (Is that actually a name? I think not. Oh, well.)
Unfortunately, my excitement was somewhat dampened by the fact that I had to tell Mason that I would be in my bra and underwear and simulating sex on stage. Not that he took it badly; it just wasn't a fun thing to tell him.
Here's how I feel about the matter, personally. The bra and underwear is easy. I mean, I've worn bikinis in the past, and honestly, it ammounts to the same thing, even if people tend to percieve it differently. As for the other...well, it's just theatre, first of all. Everyone ought to know the rules by this point, and the rules clearly, if immaterially, state that everything onstage is experienced by your character, not you, and that any displays of affection, from a peck on the cheek to simulated sex, mean absolutely nothing personal to the real people involved in them. I didn't really have to outline that for you all, but indulge me. Anyway, if the above weren't universally true, it would still be true for me. I just don't think about anyone else that way, really.
So there you are. News, and proof that I'm a sentimental fool, all in one short lj entry. By the way, if you happen to want to come see me *hint, hint*, the show runs the 13th through the 15 of December, I believe.
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| Tuesday, September 25th, 2007
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4:26 pm - That Was Weird
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I accidentally just took a two-hour nap. Apparently getting up at 7 on Sunday really, really didn't agree with me. *sigh* Fencing is going to be hell now.
Incidentlally, I too will now be joining the 'I didn't get into any a cappella groups' pity party.
Now I must dash and point pointy things at Caitlin, who is the only other sabrist at BMC.
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| Sunday, September 23rd, 2007
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10:30 am - duly noted
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*notation*
Anyway. Mason's come, and left. It was...really lovely. I don't really know what to say about the whole thing. It was lovely. Have I said? (Well, of course I know I have. Now I'm being postmodernist. Ish.)
Now I have to edit/expand a paper. BUT I have the new Terry Pratchett book. Also, I have a callback for Counterpoint (one of the co-ed a cappella groups) at 7. Whee.
Distracted.
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| Thursday, September 13th, 2007
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2:34 pm - When Did I Become a Dancer? or Stalker Rabbits
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So here's some news. I don't suck at dancing after all. I'm just in the wrong century for it. Fortunately, I'm now at Bryn Mawr, where picking up architecture, books, and yes, activities from other centuries is no problem at all. Hence my new membership in the Scottish Country Dancing and Contra Dancing clubs. Also, I fence, am picking up archery next semester, and hold doors open for people. My evil plan of returning to the 19th century while also remaining in this one is working brilliantly. BRILLIANTLY! Lol.
In other news, rabbits were mentioned a little too often for comfort yesterday. First: There is a wireless rabbit in my room. Second: Alyssa thought I was trying to dance like a rabbit or something, even though I totally wasn't. Third: We watched an animated movie about a rabbit and a fox in Russian master class. Fourth: Mason thanked me for his Killer Rabbit birthday present. (Okay, so that one's a bit dubious, being somewhat self-generated. Whatever.) Fifth: Our Scottish dance instructor told us not to 'hold hands like rabbits.'
Okay, I'm done now.
current music: 'The Word of Your Body'-Spring Awakening
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| Sunday, September 9th, 2007
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1:51 am - Squeeee!
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I LOVE contra-dancing. It is AMAZING. I'm not sure I can explain it to you, but I'll give it the old college try. Ha.
I don't think I mentioned this before, but a few days ago I got kidnapped by sophomores. I was asking my customs person what a contra-dance was, and if she had ever been to one, and the girl who used to live in my room happened to be walking by and beckoned for me to follow her upstairs, where her friend who knew about contra-dancing lives. They basically spent the next half-hour or so trying to explain it and showing me different dips, ect. Also they like Firefly, which is pretty cool. :)
So tonight I decided I would go to the actual contra-night at Swat. The sophomores had room in a car, so I just went with them, which was nice, even though I had to sit in the middle seat (lol, they didn't really force me to or anything). I'm not really sure how to describe the rest. I will say that wikipedia was more accurate about the subject than I orginally gave it credit for, especially on two points. Yes, one of the guys was wearing a peasant skirt. And yes, there were waltzes! *love*
I emerged sweaty and with very sore big toes, although my character shoes seem to have protected the rest of my feet from serious damage. The whole evening is kind of a blur by now, honestly. Except for my first partner, everyone I danced with wsa a guy, which was kind of funny, as there is definitely a bit of a skewed ratio there. It's basically folk-dancing, but with a caller, and a lot of spinning and switching partners. There are videos on you-tube if you want to view the crazy for yourself.
So, yeah. *love* And there's another one friday!
And no, I'm not drunk. Although I did have a shot of vodka. But this is honestly just from the dancing.
current mood: happy
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| Saturday, September 8th, 2007
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12:04 pm - Why I Love BMC
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My customs person and I went to a party at Pem East (one of the dorms) last night, but it was boring, so we decided to go to one at Swat instead. But we missed the bus, so instead we went back to our dorm and joined a random hall nail-painting session.
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