So we had fun at the Art Museum in our Steampunk finery (Drew decided FOUR DAYS before Halloween that he wanted in on the Steampunk action and his costume ended up nicer than mine.  Curse his sewing skills!).  Mine was heavily inspired by Agatha Heterodyne, but he was a general "steampunk" character (He would have liked to do up a Bettleburg sigil, but time was against us both).  He sewed the vest and cravat from stuff we had lying around at home and made a two-layer cloak out of grey polar fleece.  My costume excepting the corset was gathered from thrift-store finds.  The spats I cut from an ugly pair of pants, and the vest was a shirt.  The apron/tool belt was an ancient and dilapidated linen shift.  The shoes were a FABULOUS 8 dollar DI find that my feet violently protested against after the night was over.

In addition to the costumes, We had fun making props out DI finds:  there was an old bike that Drew took apart for gears.  The biggest one ended up on his sword hilt and the smallest was made into a cravat pin.  We painted toy guns and I made a power source for mine out of an oatmeal can (and filled it with glowsticks and twix bars).  My necklace was tooled leather with a sculpey heterodyne sigil made by Drew that I painted and drybrushed to look like brass.

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Drew vs. Link!



Drew and I resolving our problems the only way we know how.




Me with the fantastic steampunk-esque sculpture at the art museum.

After the museum, we all went to IHOP



Overall, awesome Halloween.

So I'm working on my Agatha Heterodyne Halloween Costume, and combing the racks of DI to find suitably ugly pants to cut apart to make into spats (more on that later) when I find the most AMAZING SHOES EVAR OMG for about eight bucks. I'll try to post a picture later, but they're brown wingtips with a pointy toe and a 3 inch heel. AMAZING for steam punk.

I have to admit, I've been trying to walk in them like a normal person since getting them. They are the highest heels I've had since before my ankle surgery four years ago when I began a strictly sensible flat way of life. It's been so long, I can barely move in them without thinking I'm going to fall over. I used to RUN in a pair of black greased leather boots in high school, though admittedly, they might not have been quite as high as these.

I still feel like they're made for me, though. They fit perfectly, and the heel is chunky and fairly stable. I'm getting more confident the more I use them, and I even walked in them for about fifteen minutes straight across campus, though the balls of my feet have just barely forgiven me for that.

And I really like wearing them. They look amazing, and when I wear them I feel pretty darn sexy. Who would have thought I'd end up as a shoe horse?

I thought I'd left LJ in the dust, but it seems I check it more and more often lately. I'm in a few LJ groups, plus I check various LJs constantly for my pretty garb fix. I've been updating my dress diary on blogger on and off, but I'm becoming a bit disenchanted with the graphic options. I keep a personal blogger blog for my family (who all have blogger) and I think I'll keep with that, but for my projects, I might just have to dust off my livejournal. I'm still unable to do anything to make it look less than crappy, but maybe I'll find some 3rd party stuff that doesn't make me gag.

Plus, I'm posting a bit more on other people's journals, and it might be nice for my name to link to something other than a 2-year old post about a job I never got (Lord, that's depressing). I don't want to spread myself too much all over the internet, but maybe it's time to go back to a system that has an actual potential for community.

I had another phone interview today with same theatre.  Yay!  I should know next week if I'm hired or not.

I got a call back from one of the theaters I'd applied to for a stage management internship and got a phone interview.  Woot!!!  I think I pretty much rocked the interview, but all things being equal, I think  they might prefer someone who lived in the area and wouldn't have to worry about housing.  I was kinda disappointed because the listing I saw said they provided housing for the internship (turns out that's not the case), and I really don't know if I'd be able to live in the area off of what they'd be paying me for that long, but on the other hand, I FREAKING GOT CALLED BACK ABOUT A THEATRE JOB!!!  A few days ago I was looking up listings for a communications job and thinking I could just give up and use the SCA to give me theatrical fulfillment in life and just work a "real job" but when this theatre called me, I realized that no, I really *do* want to work in the theatre.  Which is an awesome feeling, knowing what you want and being willing to fight for it.

I came back from lunch break feeling on top of the world, thinking nothing could tear me down.  Then I mulched.  Blech.  In what had to be triple degree weather.  Double Blech.

I *finally* got the hold off of my record and registered for my last class today.  *And* I got a B in my theatre class!

And I just found a fabulous painting that I don't want to forget about (I would just save it to my computer but I'm on a campus machine at the moment):

http://www.rijksmuseum.nl/images/aria/sk/z/sk-a-1451.z

(I edited it out because it was doing funky stuff with the page scrolling)

Man, I suck at keeping a diary.  Well, let me try to catch up from where I left off last time.

I did, in fact, finish the green dress.  Well, it ended up being *a* green dress, nowhere near *the* green dress like I wanted to recreate from the portrait.  It's a loose kirtle with the signature square Tudor neckline that I threw together literally up to the minute before we left for Estrella War in February.  I hadn't finished my corset by the time Oklahoma! closed, and I had no pattern to speak of, so I just sort of cut the fabric out and prayed.  It wasn't too bad, especially considering I did the final seams and hems with a portable dressmaker IN CAMP!  Thanks be to Joseph and his battery-powered widgets.  Though none of the dressmaker's seams held up -- something was up with the tension or maybe the fabric was just too heavy -- I re-sewed the whole thing before Middle Eastern War in May with some extra gores on the sides to have a little more of that 'swishy' effect I love so much.

Travis was kind enough to gift me with his old fighting doublet, which strangely enough, fits me perfectly.  I mean, this is a paradox of nature, as Travis and I quite obviously have different physical characteristics that must be accounted for when fitting clothing.  We figure we are actually the same person, which explains not only the clothes but why I love his wife so much :) .  The red doublet, now decked out with the House Aredian badge and various favors from Estrella, looks good with the green dress (and hides the less-than-stellar tailoring on the dress's bodice, fortunately enough), giving what Travis likes to call the "watermelon" look.    It's my fighting garb/nicest garb I own, grass stains and all from various fighter practices when I end up on my knees.  Which, in a skirt, isn't as often as you might think. 

Rapier fighting is incredibly exciting.  A week ago a bunch of us rapier fighters were lucky enough to go to a fighter practice in Salt Lake with Don Lot from the SCA kingdom of Caid, who went over a bunch of period techniques for fighting sword and dagger.  Now I want a dagger! (Calm down, self.  You need a *sword* first)  It was great watching him do his thing -- Travis, Matt and I like to look over Fabris looking for new tricks to incorporate into our fighting, and it was great to look at what Lot was doing and go, "That looks just like a Fabris plate!  And it makes SENSE!!!"  We did drills all night and were sore as all get out, but it was great fun.

Still on an SCA jag, I just turned in the forms to have an officially recognized persona name and heraldic device.  Marguerite Fileresse de saie, or Marguerite the silk spinner.  She's from the Aquataine region of France, which kinda borders Italy but also has a fair amount of contact with England, so I have a lot of clothing options open to me.  It'll be months and months before I hear back from the Laurel College of Arms whether my name sucks or not, but it's pretty well-researched and documented, so as long as someone else doesn't already have that name I should be okay.  *fingers crossed*

A few months ago on spec I bought several yards of a bright red lightweight wool that was on sale at Home fabrics, and now I finally have a project to dedicate it to:  Flemish!!!  I might be joining a Flemish household, so I have an excuse to sew new garb!  The more I read about Flemish peasantwear, the more it sounded like a great-looking and long-lasting ensemble best suited to camping events and doing stuff outdoors.

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Plus a rather nice reconstruction here: http://www.elizabethancostume.net/wardrobe/flemish.html

The layered-ness of the ensemble, with the overgown, pin-on sleeves, partlet, and optional jacket make it great for all sorts of weather conditions, and it doesn't have near the constrictedness of upper-class England and France of the time.  I'm not sure yet if I want to try for a linen undergown or take the its-not-that-bad-even-in-the-summer leap of faith and use my lovely red wool.  I'm leaning more towards the wool -- if it's just too hot, I'll keep to wearing it in the winter or on Estrella evenings (says the girl who fought all day at Estrella in a viking dress made from a felted wool blanket).  I think I'll try for a dark blue or green for the outergown, reverse-lined with a nice light color that will go well with the red.  Hmmm...must think on this.

And now for the mundane...

I am now only one class away from Graduating from BYU.  After a bad academic school year with Oklahoma and Senioritis-inspired depression, I am finally up enough to see the light at the end of the tunnel, instead of the doldrum I was in a few months ago.  Getting out of it involved working outdoor manual labor on the far end of campus, far far away from the HFAC.  Nothing like working on Grounds crew to make you really want your degree.  My last theatre class ended last week, which was kinda sad, in a way.  All I have left is my English advanced writing (*yes*, again) and then, FIN.

Oh, and I'm in a different apartment.  Apparently, BYU doesn't let students live by themselves.  Whatever.  Only two more months and then I'm finished dealing with that crap.  I moved four doors down into a four-person though I can keep my six-person contract.

Yes it's been a while.  I suck.

When I decided to join BYU's medieval club, and later the SCA, I had absolutely no desire to do any kind of late-period garb.  I was much more attracted to middle gothic and even earlier periods -- I just made a Viking dress for Halloween/Homecoming parade that I absolutely LOVE, even more than the sideless surcote that was my very first garb (granted, it's sideless because I cut it my dress too narrow)  But why, why Why WHY would anyone want to do something as:

Uncomfortable
Ornate
Expensive
Hot
Uncomfortable
Difficult to make
Bulky
Did I mention uncomfortable?

as late-period garb? I mean, flat-front corsets.  Come ON.

But then then I stumbled onto a portrait of a young Queen Elizabeth





and I realized the answer -- Because it's *pretty*.

So...the same time I started opening mysef to the possibility of making Tudor garb I *also* started learning SCA rapier fighting, and just how very awesome it is, and I figured, if I really want to make some Tudor garb I may as well make something I can fight in as well.  The Red dress idea sort of fell by the wayside and I really fell in love with a doublet and attached skirt based on a portrait of Eleanora di Toledo, mostly because I found some gorgeous green fabric on the internet that would be perfect for a fighting doublet:





(I mean look--the portrait even has a quilted lining!  Perfect for fighting!  I am destined to make this doublet)

My latest idea now is to have a fitted, sleeveless bodice and skirt with a matching doublet that I can pull on for fighting.  Doing it this way I can actually have two looks--a middle-class kirtle and an upper-class doublet gown.  I'm much heartened by the fact that a mockup doublet made from dollar walmart fabric came together pretty easily, and just needs some tweaking for fit (it's actually a men's pattern, so there is some super-obvious need to account for bust). I'm sad that there isn't a really good pattern anywhere that has exactly what I want (kirtle, skirt, and doublet), so I'd have to do way more drafting, fitting, and guesswork than I'm all that capable of.  Luckily, my mom is a fantastic seamstress, and I'm hoping to recruit her help whenever I feel like killing myself from frustration.  I  think I can do most of the actual sewing myself, though.  I've been looking up techniques and stuff around the internet, trying to arm myself as much as possible.  A lot of SCA and Ren-faire folks write dress diary blogs which are *SO* helpful to clueless people such as myself.  I am ALL about letting other people make mistakes on my behalf in a public forum.

The one pattern I actually was able to get my hands on was a Muntua Maker corset pattern, from which I can not only make a proper corset but I can base a bodice pattern off of as well.  Those are the bits I'm most worried about, so actually having a pattern to help me out should be a Good Thing.  My tax return went toward getting some high-quality coutil cotton especially for corset making.  I read up on cable ties, and everyone who uses them for boning raves about it, so I'm gonna try those -- yay cheap hardware store solutions!

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In other news, OklahomaExclamationpoint is running me ragged, but in a good way.  Mostly.  Late rehearsal tonight in the middle of a killer snowstorm.
I hate snow. A lot.  At least I remembered to bring food today.

At about 2 am saturday morning my dad wakes me up and says he thinks he's having a heart attack.  My mom was out of town for a wedding so I had to sit with him and try to convince him to go to the hospital--which he finally decided to after not feeling better after a while.  Getting into the car he confesses that he might just feel stupid and turn around and go home halfway to the heart hospital.  I kept saying over and over again -- a trip to the ER is worth peace of mind, both his and mine.  By the time we get to the turnoff from our neighborhood he's not feeling up to driving anymore and we do a chinese fire drill, at which point I made it perfectly clear that I was *not* going to turn around halfway through, and we were going to the hospital whether or not he wanted to at this point.  So there.

Poor Jeff, at this time he had gone out to help his friend change a tire not too far from home, and came home to an empty house.  We were having trouble getting a hold of him on the trip to UAMS and by the time I could talk to him he was flipping out.  I gave him directions and prayed I wouldn't have to deal with him getting lost on top of everything else, but he arrived okay a little later.

I stayed with him until about 8:00 am, when Grandma and Jon came from Hot Springs to see him.  I got home at 9:00 and crashed.  I have never gone that long without feeling like I even needed sleep.  Thank you, adrenaline!  Jeff and I came back at noon because we thought he would be released, but that didn't actually happen until 5:00 pm.  Thank you, hospital beaurocracy.

It all turned out okay, though -- Dad has developed Sleep Apnea, and wasn't getting enough oxygen in his sleep.  Because of that he probably had an anxiety attack, which felt like a heart attack.  He's going to a sleep study next week and will probably get one of those Darth Vader masks to help him sleep.  Which will help him with the greater problem of needing to lose quite a bit of weight, which will probably cure or at least deminish the sleep apnea.  It's a win-win...win.

I'm on my third week of temp work at Alltel -- I'm helping to get rid of some files that they have lying around.  The pay's good, and it looks like I can keep it up until I leave to go back to Provo.  Not the most exciting thing, but hey, that's what college is for. 

I'm also a semi-permanent substitute for the sunbeam class at church -- though I never know week-to-week if I am going to be teaching, which shoots down any effort to plan ahead.  If all else fails I turn them loose with some crayons and paper and they're happy.  It's rather exhausting trying to keep 3-and-4-year olds from regularly crawling under the chairs.  One little girl --Hannah-- mopes every time she sees me, because apparently the normal teacher is her absoute favorite in the whole entire world.  During singing and sharing time she sits in the farthest corner with her back to me and tries not to cry.  Once in a while I can engage her with a really cool play activity or exercise, and I consider the day a victory.

I'm currently watching "Feasting on Asphalt" for the second time.  Alton Brown is ten kinds of awesome, I watch every episode I can find and have all of his books, and the series so far is everything I've come to expect from him--entertainment, information, and lots of food.  Alton Brown and an entourage of a few fellow motercycles and a camera crew in a pickup truck, started on the East Coast in South Carolina and make their way to Los Angeles, taking only back country roads and taking all nourishment from Roadside diners or backwater establishments.  By the end of the first episode he went through Georgia, but made a wrong turn and ended up in North Carolina, which seemed a little counter-productive.  Though the hilarity of the pig's foot made up for it.  I can't wait to see the next one.

I am also fast developing a deep abiding love of Hugh Laurie, thanks to Cecily.  I'd already been catching up on House reruns when I was led to this clip of Laurie on Inside the Actors Studio.  Then I found lots of *other* clips of youtube clips with him.  I'm now trying to get my hands on Blackadder DVDs and his new novel, in accordance with my hero-worship of fabulous British talent.

Every time I see a listing for A&E's Dog the Bounty Hunter I have to watch it.  It's mesmerizing.  A show about a redneck, born-again, ex-con bounty hunter running a bail-bonds service with his redneck brother, sons, and very well-endowed wife in the middle of Hawaii--You couldn't make this stuff up if you tried.

 When they go on a particularly difficult bust, they all join hands and Dog leads them in prayer.  Once they catch their bounty, Dog tries to convert the convicts from their wicked ways, often reflecting on his own run-ins with the law and his prison-cell salvation as they make their way to the police station.  How Dog's uniform of choice is camo pants, bullet-proof vest over a bare chest, and a mullet.  How he kisses his children before heading off to beat the hell out of his bounty for the day.  And it's not the sort of sick fascination I get with some awful reality TV either -- some of it is incredibly engaging.  One episode has Dog's crew trying to beat a competing Bail agency to a personal acquaintance of theirs, in order to keep her from getting mistreated and to help her turn herself in.  They all gave her hugs and good words, then protected her as she made her way to the front desk of the police station.

If this were fiction no one would ever believe it.

Arkansas is the only place I've seen where it can be sunny and have pouring down rain at the same time.  Such was the case today at Henderson Pavillion -- the clouds opened up and the rain came down in sheets -- a warm, saturating rain that would drench anyone who stood in it for more than thirty seconds.  The sun was still shining through the break in the clouds, and there wasn't any sign of lightning, so the kids running around the playground and kiddie pool were completely unfazed -- heck, most of them were already wet anyway.  The rain cut some of the heat of the afternoon and drenched the lawn around the pavillion for about a half hour, after which the sun returned and the blue sky left no traces of what had just taken place. 

It was awesome.  It's one of my favorite things about Arkansas weather.  The day after I came home, the rain hit us as we were coming home from church, so hard and that we could barely see in front of us.  Then, instantly, it was gone, and it was bone dry until we came home.  We beat the storm home -- though it was dry the wind was blowing and the sky had taken on a greenish tint.  Ten minutes later the rain hit us with reckless abandon, and we even got some lightning.  Cool.

Tomorrow I'm taking on a job hunt with a passion.

Saturday we closed and struck.  I find it so cathartic to put your entire life into a project for over five months and then tear apart the end result with your own hands.  I think it's the powertools--they're just so much fun.  It took just over an hour to break down the set, tear off the scrim, sweep up the screws, take the last pictures, and leave after our last matinee.  The cloudy blue backdrop for Sarah was painted over the Aida desertscape, and I idly wondered as they were making it disappear into the rafters if it would be moved to the De Jong for Oklahoma, thereby following me for my entire stage management career at BYU.

Monday was Post-Mortem with designers and DAP and Department personnel.  The consensus, among other things, was that I did a great job with my first PSM assignment.  Which was pretty awesome.  As of Monday at 12:00 my responsibilities to the show are almost completely over (just have to give grades to the crew at this point), and I'm now avoiding a research paper and getting ready to leave on Saturday.  I'm hoping to beg for some tech work with Arkansas Rep and do temp work during the day.  I don't know when I'd sleep, but I think I was inspired to think of such an idea.

Sarah is now more than halfway through its run -- Unbe-freaking-lievable.  Yesterday's matinee was our biggest audience yet, and there were these two little girls right in front of my booth who were dancing to the preshow music.  Cute!  There was also a little girl in a yellow pioneer dress and bonnet.  So adorable you just want to die.

Noah steals the show just about every time we have a talkback -- he just radiates confidence and the audience absolutely loves the stuff he says.  I don't think in my entire life I've ever been as fearless as that little kid is during one show.

audience member:  do you want to act in more plays?
Noah:  Yeah, until I'm maybe 21.
audience member:  what will you do then?
Noah:  Get a job.

audience member: how did you get involved with the show?
Ali and Chelise: *generic comments about the audition*
Noah:  The real reason we got in was 'cuz the director knew our families and asked us.
*applause*

One more week of solid shows, then Strike, Finals, and me going back home to Arkansas for the summer.  I was kinda holding out hope that I could get a job and work through August, but that didn't quite pan out the way I'd wanted.  And it looks like Christmas is going to be in Utah this year, so this is my last chance to spend some time at home before I graduate.

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I just found out that they're re-opening the Jerusalem Center to BYU students -- which absolutely ticks me off.  Sure, close the place a year before I'm set to start school there, then open it back up when I'm a senior and busy with a major musical.  *Sigh*.  Someday, perhaps.  *saves pennies*.  It's nice to know that they're no longer concerned about safety there, at least.

Oh my gosh, this has been the most non-stressful tech week I've ever experienced.  Granted, most of my tech week experience is for complicated 2 1/2-hour musicals, and this is an hour-long straight play, but still.

Light tech ran so smoothly that when we finished the sun hadn't even set--thank goodness for competent light designers.  I was a bit reticent about trying to do an earlier call time (Allison wanted the kids done as early as possible) but the crews were able to do it, so it all worked out great.  It would be especially useful for something like Oklahoma where that extra hour might actually get people out of the building before eleven.

          

So, I *finally* saw the 1993 Film Much Ado About Nothing with Emma Thomspson, Kenneth Branaugh, Denzel Washington, and that guy from Bill and Ted.   Seriously, Kenneth, I know you're the director and everything, but did you really think Don John needed that '...woah...' factor?  And while I'd love to believe that film casting can and should be blind, I spent half the film wondering how exactly Don Pedro and Don John could be related.  Keep Denzel, his performance was fantastic, but I could have done without the future 'One'.  Other than that it was great -- I loved Emma Thompson's Beatrice and Kenneth's Benedick.  That image of him dancing in a fountain...and everyone making fun of them at the end before they finally admit their love for one another...and Dogberry and the door-guards...hi-freaking-larious.

P.S. Robert Sean Leonard looks so much older on House...thirteen years doesn't seem as long as it is, I guess.

So, this is my Third attempt at my Live-journal. I feel like I have plenty to say, it's just...I dunno. I'm just as bad at the dead-tree format of writing in my journal. So I had a fabulous idea: Everytime I update, I'll do one (or all) of the following things:

A) A letter of the alphabet that is going on in my life right now. Though I won't start with A--I'm coming up with a complete blank with A.
B) A story idea
C) um...an actual journal entry.

First, here's my story idea: A comedy about a young twenty-something woman who's "turn" it is to get married, as all of her siblings are already paired off. She doesn't want to because at said siblings weddings, bad things have always happened to her.

As one of my main tenets of writing, I strongly believe that it's IMPOSSIBLE to seperate yourself from something you commit to paper. This is no exception -- this tendency of bad things happening to me at weddings goes all the way back to my oldest sister, and has only gotten worse:

1. Kylene's wedding -- I was ten or so. All the family/bridesmaids/etc had dresses made out of this slick magenta satin. My mom made my "Jr. Bridesmaid's" dress, but in the middle of pictures, the skirt seam got a major split. I stood in all the pictures with my bouquet at my waist.

2. Stephanie's wedding -- twelve, I think. I caught head lice from someone in gym, and it was some awful strain of super-resistant-to-everything-thats-supposed-to-kill-it superlouse. Practically the entire wedding party caught it, including my sister. I still don't think she's forgiven me. Sorry Steph.

3. Jack's wedding -- fifteen. I got a flagpole to the face in Colorguard and knocked out my front tooth. We got it fixed in time for pictures, but I still had a huge fat lip. At this point, I started my 'bad things happen to me when my siblings get married' hypothesis.

4. Jody's wedding -- just last year. My theory became law when I fell down while disco skating (karmarific!) and messed up my ankle enough to need surgery about three weeks before the wedding. The day before the wedding Jack was trying to cheer me up by making fun of the fact that I was all gimpy and trying to make me laugh, but I started sobbing uncontrollably for over 24 hours. My system was just really messed up. I hid my casted leg behind Michelle's wedding dress for the few pictures that I quote 'had' to be in.

Jeff's only sixteen, so I'm "next", as it were. I shudder to think the awful, straight-from-a-horror-story events waiting for me should I get married.

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So for Letter of the Day, I'm going to start towards the end with...T!!! Which stands for...Theatre!

I was accepted into the Theatre major just over a year ago, and have since been working toward a so-called emphasis in Critical Studies (you can take the girl out of lit-crit...) but, since the "emphasis" doesn't really mean much of anything, I'm pretty much taking whatever Theatre classes I want. I've taken basic Directing, Makeup, Costume Design, Dramaturgy (way-obscure but way-fun). I auditioned for and got into an intermediate acting class for Spring Term -- I'm currently working on a way-scary scene from "Oleanna". Acting is pretty fun, but it's not really my thing -- I'm classifying myself more and more as a Stage Manager -- "Sarah, Plain and Tall" is currently taking up most of my evenings, and we're going into tech rehearsals next week. Exciting stuff.

Amazingly enough, even though I spent two years being indicisive about my major, I'm still going to get outa here in four years. I'm on track to graduate next April. I keep talking myself out of just staying an extra year to this class or work on that show...but alas, the real world, she is a-callin' me. Though I still play with the idea of grad school, or culinary school, getting a teaching certificate, or being a flight attendant and travelling all over the world, or trying to make it as a stage manager in Chicago or L.A. (New York is *so* cliche). So, while I'm still wandering aimlessly career-wise, I'll probably be doing it with a degree.

AND...I'm stage managing Oklahoma next year. Woo-hoo!!! Working on The Music Man in '05 made me want to make the jump into Theatre, and I've wanted to work on musicals ever since (I assistant stage managed Aida last January). I can't wait.

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My new ward meets at 1:30, ick. Good thing everyone's pretty nice. They wasted no time in calling me as a FHE leader, which should be fun, even if it does mean a new-found activation in FHE. I'm steering away from the Ultimate Frisbee.

Hmmm...it's been, like, a year. Good thing I never went for the paid subscription.

Actually, I'm on a livejournal quest. I'm looking for something called "15-minute movies" made by someone on Livejournal. Thing is, whoever this person is made a really funny 15-minute movie script of Phantom of the Opera. My roommate showed it to me originally, and I can't track down where she found it. Sadness of the world.

I shall keep looking.

Boy, I didn't think I'd go inactive this quickly. Anyway a funny thing happened in my arabic class today. we were negating verbs, which involves a "ma" sound at the beginning and a "sh" sound at the end. So like "Ashuft" means "I see," "maashuftish" means "I don't see". We were doing command form verbs, a new concept to us; and noone was really getting the hang of it, so the room filled with "mmm" and "ssshhh" sounds. It was halarious, but I guess you'd have had to be there.

Mabruuk!

--Ashley

Your wings are DRAGON wings. Massive and
covered in scales, they shimmer with strength
and magic. They are the most obvious display of
your power - though it runs equally throughout
your heart and mind. You are uncompromising and
grave, with a profound sense of justice. You
have firm ideas about what is right and what is
wrong and set out to fix what problems you can.
You realize that you are more capable of
dealing with life and evil than most, and as
such you see it as your responsibility to
protect those who cannot defend themselves. You
have existed since antiquity and as such you
are wise far beyond your years in this
lifetime. While you strive for fairness and
peace, if someone should steal from your cave
of treasure (though not all that glitters is
gold) or compromise the happiness of you or one
who is close to you - they have signed their
death warrant. You have a mighty vengeance and
will unleash it upon such people immediately
and mercilessly. Arguing with you is
useless...you rarely back down and are known
for holding firm in your beliefs. Sometimes you
feel intensely burdened with the troubles of
others...acting as a Guardian can get so
wearisome. But you never give up...you see it
as your life's mission. Often very introverted,
you can be so smart...it's scary. Such a
combination of intelligence, creativity, power,
beauty, and magic is often intimidating to
those around you - who are also unlikely to
understand you. Arrogant, proud, overserious,
and sometimes a bit greedy or obsessed with
whatever treasure you choose to pursue...you
have enchanted people for centuries, and will
continue to do so.


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