So, all graduated. Huzzah for useless humanities degrees!

No idea what to do next, so just looking for work. Perhaps someone will hire me eventually.

Aaaaaaaaaaand...that's about it really.

Life's pretty boring. I've been hanging out with some people I haven't seen in a while, so that's been nice.

Lifey, lifey life.

I'm about to start my last semester of college. This is mildly terrifying.

More immediately, I need to learn my lines, schedule the weekend, and go shopping for stage blood supplies, fabric, and les alcamahols.

Also, write the Nettletons. I owe them a letter. I owe them a lot, actually. I don't think so few days have ever opened up my mind so much.

In other news, the L Word has broken my brain. I don't know why I watch. I'm glad this is the last season, so I can graduate from the present to the past tense in terms of confessed viewership.

While things may not be perfect, they are not by any means bad. I should focus on the good, pull myself together, and have a good semester, jauns be damned.

I am currently pulling an all-nighter.

There was Les Mis. There was Godspell and Children of Eden. There was Lloyd-Webber.

Darkness still fills the sky, yet it is morning.

My paper has much left yet. It is due at 4:30.

Can I do this? Dare I?

I dare. I must. I will.

Heresy is a bad thing, children. It will eventually get you burned by the inquisition. But before the Albigensian crusade, you could frolic around the south of France and practice your pious, vegan ways in perfect innocence and with the blessing of the small rulers.

The tiredness. It comes. But I must not give in.

I really have not much to say. Aside from it's finals. And I'm bizarrely dating David Tennant in my dreams? So odd.

So, because of the lack of news, a meme:

I'm directing a show.

I'm directing a show with a cast of 23.

I'm directing a show with a cast of 23 that happens to be a Jacobean tragedy.

I'm directing a show with a cast of 23 that happens to be a Jacobean tragedy and goes up in February.

I am so excited and so terrified. I have given myself one more day to annoy everyone by talking incessantly about it, and then I go back into full-on 'Two Gents' mode until after Thanksgiving. But, ah! So excited. And terrified. And I need to get more money. Hopefully CLCE will smile on me and on my co-sponsors.

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I have decided to re-read the Inferno. Unfortunately my copy is from 1954, and I am craving the Pinsky version. Perhaps I shall order it.

Also, my parents are singing. Mustang Sally. They have a gig with people from the church. So all 4 of them sing in the room next to this one. It is mildly jarring.

Game 6! Here's hoping. Go Green!

my last final in about 2 hours. Clearly that means I should be lurking on LJ.

Well, well, well. Another year almost gone (with the exception of the oh-dear-I'm fucked Greek tragedy final and the nebulous Tyler paper on Menagerie).

Summer will be here soon...I'm set for July and possibly August, but whatever shall I do with June? Maybe I can just sleep through the entire thing...

I want to walk out into the sun in a swarm of flies, leaving a liberated city behind me. But perhaps that is just the Sartre talking.

Also? Everyone in Greek tragedy? Is a tool.

I'm not sure why. Somehow, when everything is bright outside, I just feel worse.

Of course this may have something to do with my, as of yet, unfinished paper.

Christ and Sarah crashed on my floor last night, which was awesome. I also passed out after multiple, multiple beers. Which was also kind of awesome. I really needed the sleep.

I'm doing laundry. Clean clothes always help matters.

So, I went to see the ART's Julius Caesar last night and it was interesting. The show ended with the entire cast dancing to 'Say It Right'. Which was interesting. Also interesting were the giant wing suspended over the stage in 4.2 and 4.3 and the car that hung over the battles and stayed to the end of the show. It was actually very interesting, not "interesting". Visually stunning, certainly. I'm not sure if certain things worked for me, but I'm really glad I went. Although the six huge Caesar faces at the end was a bit much. Mildly terrifying, actually.

I've been seeing so much theatre recently...it's been excellent. This JC and August: Osage County last week with the directing class which was AMAZING. Really, there are no words. It was just seamless. Seamless and awesome in every sense of the word.

And more theatre to come- random other things for directing class and then back to NYC to see the Macbeth at BAM. Which is beyond exciting

Life is ok- I've recovered from the flu, and I have a million things to do. But that's ok. Busy is good for me. It stops me from thinking too much.

I haven't even really been lurking recently.

Maybe I can actually do my work this semester. I think Logic is good for me. It keeps me focused. As long as I don't fail. Or get an 'unacceptable grade'.

Classes are mostly good- Tyler's insane, Logic is fascinating, Greek Tragedy's dull, and Nora's Nora. I have to present a 'concept or setting' for Much Ado, making this my THIRD SEMESTER IN A ROW with it in my life in some form. It's kind of sad that I sat down, wrote out a list of wars, and picked one that wasn't World War II. So, my Much Ado will be set after World War I and Don John is going to be a heroin addict. And Claudio might have issues. Or just be a tool. We shall see what I actually say in class.

My life is so much more sedate than it has been recently, and I can only hope it stays that way. I could get used to not having a million and five things to do. But I'm sure it will all change soon.

I am strangely tempted to make Easy Mac for breakfast.

Directions:
1. Put iTunes/Windows Media Player/whatever on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. Write that song title down no matter how silly it sounds.

( The iTunes oracle speaks... )

2008. Hmm. And yes, I know it happened a few days ago.

I never make resolutions, really, but perhaps I should. Helpful resolutions, like keeping my room clean, so I don't have to face the chaos that is staring at me right now. But then I will get busy, and my room will get messy again. But I should try.

Ok. Resolutions.

- Keep room neat, or at least not let it slide into chaos
- try to keep myself healthy
- bring back a little of 9th grade, not too much, just a bit
- Read
- Keep my mindset constant, expand and improve on it
- Hold to already made resolutions

I think that's enough. A Happy belated New Year's to all.

the internet went down. Forever. And by 'forever', I mean for about 5 hours.

Not cool.

Damn you, internet. I needed you so I could read John Foxe's Acts and Monuments. Because, I don't have a copy lying around.

The closer I get to the end of finals the more appealing Byshop Cranmer's fate appears. Unfortunately I'd be afraid it'd go over like Ridley's...

I feel like an example of mans weake imbecillity.

Must. Organize. Thoughts.

http://community.livejournal.com/sweeneytoddfilm/33552.html?nc=25

I can't...it's too horrible...

Anyway. Life. 12-page paper due Monday. Another paper due Thursday. 3 scenes to memorize lines for.

I hate it when you have to change your entire paper around because of Reserves.

was a good one. Alcohol and I have resumed our natural relationship.

In other news, my Henry VI monologue for Diego has had the unexpected side effect that I am now genuinely excited about being a shepherd, and sitting on a hill, and...I don't know, watching sheep and stuff. Yeah. It's the good life, man.

Also, I have a History essay looming over my head. How and why did religious transformations resulting from the 16th-century (Catholic & Protestant) Reformations also deeply impact the realm of politics and society? It looms. I have no idea what to focus on. All I know is that I'm going to use Cranmer's "Shut up, bitches" speech. Because it's awesome. And useful.

Well, off to class. Maybe today, Ko will stop talking about Richard and Lady Anne. I pray for a miracle.

Hockey has started. New implementation- off-ice practices. Cardio. Translation- running.

So, the good news- I kept up. Quite well, actually.
The bad news- 5 more minutes of it = me, dead. And there's another one on Friday.

Also, I must hunt for a bearskin rug.

Life.

I haven't updated in a while, probably because I think my life is boring and there is no need.

Anyway. This weekend was pretty awesome. I invented a new pomegranate drink, and it was tasty. Also, there was red wine, and Rome, Season 1, which I obtained, thanks to Taje. kikamora understands how exciting it is that all the men have proper haircuts.

Haunted Haus went well. We made money. And some blessed soul gave us a $100 bill, which was incredibly exciting.

Tonight, I have a prospie. Which is a terrifying prospect.
I'm not sure why I signed up, but it means I must clean my room, yet again. And get all the empty liquor bottles out.

Also, I need to memorize lines. And do work. There is much work to be done.

And by "victory" I mean "a copy of The Amphigorey Again". Sometimes good things do come from postering in the Vil.

I still have had only one class. But that class will be awesome. Because Melissa and I will make it so.

Life is not all that exciting. And that is so perfectly ok.

Vermont was pretty awesome. I learned stuff, chilled out, and frolicked with many, many beautiful gay men. So, all in all, a summer well spent.

At the moment life is boring, although I did buy a raincoat. Which is exciting to me, seeing as I didn't have one and now I do. And I saw 'Superbad' with Kate, which was actually quite entertaining. Much of my family is in town, and so I am required to spend time with them, but my aunt's become more of a human, so this is not as bad a thing as it once was.

My mother made an appointment for me for tomorrow. Ergo, I cannot go to graduation, which was my intention in staying this long. Grrrrrrrrr.

Seniors reading this- You are all awesome. Congratulations!

Also, this explains my life.

Back to packing.