first of all, what the EFF is with all this EFFIN' rain? okay, I know I'm from the desert, but this is getting silly and ridiculous. I've never seen so much rain in july. it's SUMMER. where is my MISERY AND HUMIDITY? the terrible tradeoff I was SUPPOSED to have made for the greatest summer of all time in the greatest city in the world.
naaanner, naaanner?
today's realizations (why in roman numerals? WHY NOT):
I) when did I become a musical theatre geek? looking at my recently played tracks on itunes, I have been listening to nearly solely sondheim fare and the likes (or not-at-all likes, if you're michael snyder, because nothing compares to senior stephen). do I need to listen to "the ballad of booth" twelve times in a row?
II) why did it take me until my twentieth year of life to discover pepper jack cheese? it's cheese! and spicy! FUCKING SPICY CHEESE. run for president, mr. jack, I'm on board. delicious, delicious, cheesy board.
III) twin peaks might be one of the best television shows I have ever watched. ever. but you know what? I really can only watch one episode at a time when it's dark outside. because it's creepy - creepy like I've had nightmares the past few nights.
IV) morimoto made asparagus ice cream on iron chef. I saw this while babysitting on saturday night. moments such as these make me want to get cable just so I can watch food network.
V) I saw hairspray last night. it really wasn't great, but I had fun for the following reasons (AND LOOK LITTLE ROMAN NUMERALS):
i) zac efron. you are dreamy. gay-bee! gay-bee! can't you see I'm droolin' for you...
ii) elijah kelly's voice.
iii) "you'll be fighting whores for cigarettes" - allison janney.
L) yea, so what if it's not item fifty. someone explain to me why "L" is the roman numeral for fifty. it was on my mind for an inappropriate length of time today.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
rocking the suburbs
I used to post a lot more. last summer, I think I wrote a blog entry nearly every day. am I a) lazy or b) busy or c) or having fun? am I doing all of these things!?
the suburb themed week began with my cousin's high school graduation party (saying that I'm going to be a junior in college remains a foreign phrase and leaves an odd taste in my mouth). talk about swank: filet mignon, lobster rolls, veuve cliquot, open bar where the grey goose flowed into pomegranate martini's like milwaukee best at all of the high school graduation parties I attended with friends. nothing is more hilarious than pre-frosh begging the bartender for more booze after they've been laughed at on multiple occasions and effectively "cut-off." ah, to be young again.
theme week continued with tuesday night into the fourth of july in westport, ct at caitlin shure's house. played my finest round ever of boticelli with michael and tom on the train (notable clues: "this ostensible activist actually hates ostriches:" lindsay bluth, and "this beloved childhood character took things entirely too literally, for example, hitting the road with a stick when asked to 'hit the road:'" AMELIA BEDELIA.) drank and was merry through and into the fourth.
WAIT STOP THE PRESSES I FORGOT TO MENTION THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT OF SUBURB THEMED WEEK:
I ATE MEAT. MEAT. DELICIOUS MEAT.
tom "scared me straight" (irony?), and told me to "EAT SOME CHICKEN, BITCH!" and I did. and it was delicious. I celebrated independence day with a delicious array of meaty goodness: chicken, steak, and meatball pizza. while I will continue to enjoy a moderately vegetarian lifestyle (because 1) I eat better when I eat veg) and 2) hey, it's much cheaper not eating meat), I will no longer have problems at dallas bbq with finding a delicious meaty companion to accompany my gloriously gay AND HUGE beverage. and hello, hamdel. I remember your texmex sandwiches and mona lisa burgers well. I look forward to getting reacquainted.
the final stop on this wonderfully suburban themed train was the mother of all suburban destinations: junek's lakehouse. though I cannot effectively verbalize my feelings about the lakehouse, I will tell you what I learned there:
1) fireworks and intoxication do not mix. they just do not.
2) it's great to share a smile.
3) modern bride > jersey bride
4) sunset rose franzia + sprite zero = a delicious white wine spritzer that even iris grossman would envy.
5) the exposures on my disposable are sure to have captured nothing but what can be described as precious moments.
next on the agenda: few days then BEACH VACATION ALL I EVER WANTED!! I promise a photo blog.
the suburb themed week began with my cousin's high school graduation party (saying that I'm going to be a junior in college remains a foreign phrase and leaves an odd taste in my mouth). talk about swank: filet mignon, lobster rolls, veuve cliquot, open bar where the grey goose flowed into pomegranate martini's like milwaukee best at all of the high school graduation parties I attended with friends. nothing is more hilarious than pre-frosh begging the bartender for more booze after they've been laughed at on multiple occasions and effectively "cut-off." ah, to be young again.
theme week continued with tuesday night into the fourth of july in westport, ct at caitlin shure's house. played my finest round ever of boticelli with michael and tom on the train (notable clues: "this ostensible activist actually hates ostriches:" lindsay bluth, and "this beloved childhood character took things entirely too literally, for example, hitting the road with a stick when asked to 'hit the road:'" AMELIA BEDELIA.) drank and was merry through and into the fourth.
WAIT STOP THE PRESSES I FORGOT TO MENTION THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT OF SUBURB THEMED WEEK:
I ATE MEAT. MEAT. DELICIOUS MEAT.
tom "scared me straight" (irony?), and told me to "EAT SOME CHICKEN, BITCH!" and I did. and it was delicious. I celebrated independence day with a delicious array of meaty goodness: chicken, steak, and meatball pizza. while I will continue to enjoy a moderately vegetarian lifestyle (because 1) I eat better when I eat veg) and 2) hey, it's much cheaper not eating meat), I will no longer have problems at dallas bbq with finding a delicious meaty companion to accompany my gloriously gay AND HUGE beverage. and hello, hamdel. I remember your texmex sandwiches and mona lisa burgers well. I look forward to getting reacquainted.
the final stop on this wonderfully suburban themed train was the mother of all suburban destinations: junek's lakehouse. though I cannot effectively verbalize my feelings about the lakehouse, I will tell you what I learned there:
1) fireworks and intoxication do not mix. they just do not.
2) it's great to share a smile.
3) modern bride > jersey bride
4) sunset rose franzia + sprite zero = a delicious white wine spritzer that even iris grossman would envy.
5) the exposures on my disposable are sure to have captured nothing but what can be described as precious moments.
next on the agenda: few days then BEACH VACATION ALL I EVER WANTED!! I promise a photo blog.
Monday, June 18, 2007
your moment of zen.
working 55 hours a week is hard. it's a long time. especially when you're not getting paid for nearly half of them (but the experience is invaluable ... I mean, right? right?) things that are keeping me through:
a) I finally saw 'eurydice' (ie the show I'm front-of-housing for 2st that I'd heard three times before seeing the visuals synced with the loud and glorious sound cues.) I took jordy (who is living in my kitchen in a sick-ass-sweet nook that she fashioned) for freee (because sometimes being an intern rules hard), and it was incredible. post-show, we decided to numb any lingering desire to pontificate on the all too regular themes of love and loss (as deftly and deeply as they were portrayed in sarah ruhl's play. I mean, she won the macarthur genius grant for chrissakes.) with a trip to dale and thomas. I had never heard of said confection-ary (save what I read of it on her blog), and was not prepared for the salty sweetness we were about to consume. oh did I say consume? I meant devour. nay, obliterate. peanut butter and white chocolate drizzle? ughhh so delicious, and nearly worth the hours of stomach pain experienced post gorge-fest.
b) the tonys. no surprises (except for one, which I still believe didn't actually happened, and that raul esparza is going home to his beautiful tony every night after his 8PM 'company' performance because he rightfully deserved it ... but more on that later.)
c) graight nyc. nuff said.
d) spending nearly every night of the week drinking chablis (don't be fooled, it's almost always franzia. I've come to embrace it) and playing 'celebrity,' a taboo-charades-like game we take entirely too seriously (not to say that I don't take it seriously. from the outside, I'm sure we all look insane when we are madly gesticulating and making outlandish grunting noises in order to portray chelsea clinton) at the eiffel tower (aka chez keenan-shure-mende-siedlecki).
e) working at rosebud with hadley, francesca, and leda. maybe you thought I was exaggerating when I said we just have to stand and be trendy. we also dance around to charlotte gainsberg and read 'escape from polygamy' aloud from the latest glossy issue of 'glamour' magazine.
f) the richard serra exhibit at moma. overwhelming, magnificent, and beautiful. AND FUCKING META. FUCK YES.
g) yelonyc. you may ask, 'erin, why on earth would you pay 15$ for a nap? why?' well 1) 500-thread-count sheets 2) chair that makes you weightless 3) cashmere blankets 4) simulated sunrise to wake you up 5) ...I'm insane. maybe I take naps entirely too seriously, and I stopped taking them this semester, because it was just easier to sleep 3 hours a night instead of being awake all the time with taking 20 minute naps here and there.
h) and I leave you with this. oh george michael bluth. I love you. ever so much.
a) I finally saw 'eurydice' (ie the show I'm front-of-housing for 2st that I'd heard three times before seeing the visuals synced with the loud and glorious sound cues.) I took jordy (who is living in my kitchen in a sick-ass-sweet nook that she fashioned) for freee (because sometimes being an intern rules hard), and it was incredible. post-show, we decided to numb any lingering desire to pontificate on the all too regular themes of love and loss (as deftly and deeply as they were portrayed in sarah ruhl's play. I mean, she won the macarthur genius grant for chrissakes.) with a trip to dale and thomas. I had never heard of said confection-ary (save what I read of it on her blog), and was not prepared for the salty sweetness we were about to consume. oh did I say consume? I meant devour. nay, obliterate. peanut butter and white chocolate drizzle? ughhh so delicious, and nearly worth the hours of stomach pain experienced post gorge-fest.
b) the tonys. no surprises (except for one, which I still believe didn't actually happened, and that raul esparza is going home to his beautiful tony every night after his 8PM 'company' performance because he rightfully deserved it ... but more on that later.)
c) graight nyc. nuff said.
d) spending nearly every night of the week drinking chablis (don't be fooled, it's almost always franzia. I've come to embrace it) and playing 'celebrity,' a taboo-charades-like game we take entirely too seriously (not to say that I don't take it seriously. from the outside, I'm sure we all look insane when we are madly gesticulating and making outlandish grunting noises in order to portray chelsea clinton) at the eiffel tower (aka chez keenan-shure-mende-siedlecki).
e) working at rosebud with hadley, francesca, and leda. maybe you thought I was exaggerating when I said we just have to stand and be trendy. we also dance around to charlotte gainsberg and read 'escape from polygamy' aloud from the latest glossy issue of 'glamour' magazine.
f) the richard serra exhibit at moma. overwhelming, magnificent, and beautiful. AND FUCKING META. FUCK YES.
g) yelonyc. you may ask, 'erin, why on earth would you pay 15$ for a nap? why?' well 1) 500-thread-count sheets 2) chair that makes you weightless 3) cashmere blankets 4) simulated sunrise to wake you up 5) ...I'm insane. maybe I take naps entirely too seriously, and I stopped taking them this semester, because it was just easier to sleep 3 hours a night instead of being awake all the time with taking 20 minute naps here and there.
h) and I leave you with this. oh george michael bluth. I love you. ever so much.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
little known facts that now you know.
a) I have spent the past week and a half covering for the receptionist at my stepdad's real estate office [truly riveting work, I must say. (actually, it's quite difficult to say goodmorning/afternoonewingandassociatessotheby'sinternationalrealtyhowmayIhelpyou) and when I say "truly riveting" I mean NOT AT ALL RIVETING]. due to this stint of "receiving" (reception?) I have learned the following things:
1) I am perfectly capable of wasting nine hours. not like OH MY GOD THIS FEELS LIKE NINE HOURS I MIGHT DIE OF BOREDOM, but more like HOLY SHIT IT IS ALREADY 6PM I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT TIME FLEW BY.
2) I enjoy sitting.
3) I pack a good lunch.
4) I think I'm boring.
b) the network upfronts were last week. aside from the surprisingly unexpected [namely 1) "pirate masters," a summer reality show about 16 modern day pirates (it has been decided that these people actually need to believe they're pirates a la steve the pirate from dodgeball {and I am only referencing said movie for its applicability in this situation, not out of enjoyment or reverence for that piece of crap} not 16 people who have interest in acting like pirates. these must be deluded, sad people. that's entertainment) vying for a million dollar treasure while living as bucaneers! and 2) "miss/guided," a midseason abc comedy starring judy greer], NEXT SEASON IS GOING TO SUCK. it's like the network execs were like, "hey that show about kids creating a workable society in a 19th century ghost town and a heartwarming lifetime series called "a side of life" (arguably the greatest show title of the millennium) are SURE to crank in the ratings we need to withstand the ever growing popularity of internet streaming and tivo. HOW CAN WE LOSE!? and I can't even begin to put my frustration at the alphabet's stupidity in not picking up "the thick of it." mitch hurwitz. christopher guest. oliver platt. the universe is fucked. there is just not any other explanation.
b 1/2) take that, strunk and white, for my genius and most likely incorrect usage of parentheses in the previous item.
c) gchat is the greatest invention in the history of all time.
d) francesca is working at grove/atlantic this summer reading manuscripts and crushing dreams. due to the magic of item c, she has gifted me with many a genius excerpt from works as diverse as 18th century lesbian fiction to "three feet under," a heartwarming tale of self discovery found in a pet cemetery.
e) moving onto better reading. I just finished the crying of lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon and I am blazing through cat's cradle. I am doing my very best avoid an existential crisis in relation to the meaning of my life and the world constructed around me. is it hopeful that I believe there is meaning in a society built nearly entirely on illusion (like oedipa) or have I failed because I've constructed a reality where none exists (also, like oedipa)? do I find postmodernism to be hopeful because there is no meaning other than that which I have determined for myself, or are we doomed to live in a structureless society without optimism or hope for progress? perplexing indeed as I sit at my desk reading snarky celebrity gossip, movie/book reviews, and ponder the new color scheme for my room.
f) ah yes, redecorating. I bought red sheets. I could probably make a well-timed, sophomoric field of dreams reference that would indicate how sheet-color choice correlates directly with the seductive lure of my bed, but I am above all those things ... I am nearly above all those things. I am also seriously seriously considering a black shag rug, and no, I am not quagmire. I like the feeling of a shag rug on my toesies.
g) I saw the mikado with caroleather englander last saturday. (we of course found every way possible to direct our conversation to 113 in hopes of reliving moments that occurred only weeks before.) after seeing this light, gilbert/sullivan opera, I wondered: HEY WHERE DID THE FOURTH WALL GO!?!? did I miss this memo that any theatre produced in the last five years needed to be actively conscious of the fact that it is art and not reality? and not even in clever ways (ie, retrieving a prop from the orchestra pit and tipping your hat at the conductor does not a meta-moment make. oh, you're defying the laws of the medium by crossing the boundary between the actual and the theatrical by literally crossing the threshold of the stage? well, sir, my mind has been blown. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ANYMORE). on a less cynical note, the costumes were out of control. I'm pretty sure the budget was a bajillion dollars.
h) I am coming back to new york on saturday. these are good things.
i) best for last: dinosaur comics. after being introduced to this mighty genius, I proceeded to read a couple hundred over the next few hours.
1) I am perfectly capable of wasting nine hours. not like OH MY GOD THIS FEELS LIKE NINE HOURS I MIGHT DIE OF BOREDOM, but more like HOLY SHIT IT IS ALREADY 6PM I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT TIME FLEW BY.
2) I enjoy sitting.
3) I pack a good lunch.
4) I think I'm boring.
b) the network upfronts were last week. aside from the surprisingly unexpected [namely 1) "pirate masters," a summer reality show about 16 modern day pirates (it has been decided that these people actually need to believe they're pirates a la steve the pirate from dodgeball {and I am only referencing said movie for its applicability in this situation, not out of enjoyment or reverence for that piece of crap} not 16 people who have interest in acting like pirates. these must be deluded, sad people. that's entertainment) vying for a million dollar treasure while living as bucaneers! and 2) "miss/guided," a midseason abc comedy starring judy greer], NEXT SEASON IS GOING TO SUCK. it's like the network execs were like, "hey that show about kids creating a workable society in a 19th century ghost town and a heartwarming lifetime series called "a side of life" (arguably the greatest show title of the millennium) are SURE to crank in the ratings we need to withstand the ever growing popularity of internet streaming and tivo. HOW CAN WE LOSE!? and I can't even begin to put my frustration at the alphabet's stupidity in not picking up "the thick of it." mitch hurwitz. christopher guest. oliver platt. the universe is fucked. there is just not any other explanation.
b 1/2) take that, strunk and white, for my genius and most likely incorrect usage of parentheses in the previous item.
c) gchat is the greatest invention in the history of all time.
d) francesca is working at grove/atlantic this summer reading manuscripts and crushing dreams. due to the magic of item c, she has gifted me with many a genius excerpt from works as diverse as 18th century lesbian fiction to "three feet under," a heartwarming tale of self discovery found in a pet cemetery.
e) moving onto better reading. I just finished the crying of lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon and I am blazing through cat's cradle. I am doing my very best avoid an existential crisis in relation to the meaning of my life and the world constructed around me. is it hopeful that I believe there is meaning in a society built nearly entirely on illusion (like oedipa) or have I failed because I've constructed a reality where none exists (also, like oedipa)? do I find postmodernism to be hopeful because there is no meaning other than that which I have determined for myself, or are we doomed to live in a structureless society without optimism or hope for progress? perplexing indeed as I sit at my desk reading snarky celebrity gossip, movie/book reviews, and ponder the new color scheme for my room.
f) ah yes, redecorating. I bought red sheets. I could probably make a well-timed, sophomoric field of dreams reference that would indicate how sheet-color choice correlates directly with the seductive lure of my bed, but I am above all those things ... I am nearly above all those things. I am also seriously seriously considering a black shag rug, and no, I am not quagmire. I like the feeling of a shag rug on my toesies.
g) I saw the mikado with caroleather englander last saturday. (we of course found every way possible to direct our conversation to 113 in hopes of reliving moments that occurred only weeks before.) after seeing this light, gilbert/sullivan opera, I wondered: HEY WHERE DID THE FOURTH WALL GO!?!? did I miss this memo that any theatre produced in the last five years needed to be actively conscious of the fact that it is art and not reality? and not even in clever ways (ie, retrieving a prop from the orchestra pit and tipping your hat at the conductor does not a meta-moment make. oh, you're defying the laws of the medium by crossing the boundary between the actual and the theatrical by literally crossing the threshold of the stage? well, sir, my mind has been blown. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REAL ANYMORE). on a less cynical note, the costumes were out of control. I'm pretty sure the budget was a bajillion dollars.
h) I am coming back to new york on saturday. these are good things.
i) best for last: dinosaur comics. after being introduced to this mighty genius, I proceeded to read a couple hundred over the next few hours.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
seriously?
lovemusik (more like lovemuSUCK), legally blonde, and spring awakening (11? really?) all got more tony nominations than company (3). seriously. what the fuck.
done with my theatre nerd moment of the day.
done with my theatre nerd moment of the day.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
awww we're halfway there...
good things -
1) done with french. forever. for. ever.
2) got a job. at a boutique in soho. where I get to stand. and be trendy. and leda and hadley and francesca are working there. we will stand. and be trendy. together.
3) got mother's day gift at said boutique.
4) checked out summer housing assignment (in 600)- HUGE room with a HUGE common room and a HUGE kitchen and HUGE windows and a NEW bathroom. oh wait. I don't know who my roommate is or what I'm going to do without air conditioning. still. good things.
5) I'm almost done with science. forever. for. ever.
6) all I want to do is listen to "shakey dog" over and over and over again.
7) one more "exam" (oh please it's open book and it'll probably just ask me what my favorite crayon color is. but, shit, I won't remember. is it red? is it blue? I DON'T EVEN KNOW) tomorrow and then one more EXAM on tuesday (oh, jennie kassanoff, you may fool us all for the entire semester with your quips and fantastic ensembles, but you were just baiting us on only to shatter our entire enjoyment of the class with your epic beast of a final.
8) one more paper. that I really have mostly written. in my head... however, it's due on saturday. hopefully will be writing that wayy before then so I can enjoy the rest of my days before I go back to LA for two weeks.
it got cold again. since making the transition to mostly spring/summer clothing, I can't seem to make logical sweater choices. embrace the faux-pas.
more ghostface and environmental science. power duo.
1) done with french. forever. for. ever.
2) got a job. at a boutique in soho. where I get to stand. and be trendy. and leda and hadley and francesca are working there. we will stand. and be trendy. together.
3) got mother's day gift at said boutique.
4) checked out summer housing assignment (in 600)- HUGE room with a HUGE common room and a HUGE kitchen and HUGE windows and a NEW bathroom. oh wait. I don't know who my roommate is or what I'm going to do without air conditioning. still. good things.
5) I'm almost done with science. forever. for. ever.
6) all I want to do is listen to "shakey dog" over and over and over again.
7) one more "exam" (oh please it's open book and it'll probably just ask me what my favorite crayon color is. but, shit, I won't remember. is it red? is it blue? I DON'T EVEN KNOW) tomorrow and then one more EXAM on tuesday (oh, jennie kassanoff, you may fool us all for the entire semester with your quips and fantastic ensembles, but you were just baiting us on only to shatter our entire enjoyment of the class with your epic beast of a final.
8) one more paper. that I really have mostly written. in my head... however, it's due on saturday. hopefully will be writing that wayy before then so I can enjoy the rest of my days before I go back to LA for two weeks.
it got cold again. since making the transition to mostly spring/summer clothing, I can't seem to make logical sweater choices. embrace the faux-pas.
more ghostface and environmental science. power duo.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD BE SO HAPPY!!
INTO THE WOODS INTO THE FUCKING WOODS!!!!
!!
coming to roone. fall 2007. fucking yes.
ps. I spent almost 10 hours at the fruit paunch 24hr show. not sad.
!!
coming to roone. fall 2007. fucking yes.
ps. I spent almost 10 hours at the fruit paunch 24hr show. not sad.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
now it's time to say goodbye to all our (v113) company...
now the year comes to an end
we're off to somewhere new
but nothing could be better than
the time I've spent with you
and now it's time to reminisce
on all the things we've done
the people we've become
with INSUFFICIENT FUNDS
I was talking to jordy last night about how we can't believe that varsity show is over. I mean, the one thing that has pretty much been the sun to my heliocentric universe for the past six months (well, at least in the past 11 days where I didn't sleep save for the upside-down nap I tried to take in the cinema, which, incidentally enough, was actually the least successful nap in the history of the world) is over. over.
she said something interesting - we spent pre-v (as the weeks heading up to our theatrical culmination will now be known) examining everything in our lives, wondering how we could fit it into the varsity show. varsity show is meta-columbia. now that it's over, everything reminds us of varsity show. my life post-v has become a never ending reference to the varsity show. it's funny. and also kinda sad.
here's to the last six months of my life. here's to the people that I've met, laughed with, had conversations with that I was way to drunk to remember, had conversations with that changed the way I think, and spent nearly every waking moment with. and I wouldn't trade the sleepless nights, horrific hangovers, and sense of possible impending doom for anything.
we're off to somewhere new
but nothing could be better than
the time I've spent with you
and now it's time to reminisce
on all the things we've done
the people we've become
with INSUFFICIENT FUNDS
I was talking to jordy last night about how we can't believe that varsity show is over. I mean, the one thing that has pretty much been the sun to my heliocentric universe for the past six months (well, at least in the past 11 days where I didn't sleep save for the upside-down nap I tried to take in the cinema, which, incidentally enough, was actually the least successful nap in the history of the world) is over. over.
she said something interesting - we spent pre-v (as the weeks heading up to our theatrical culmination will now be known) examining everything in our lives, wondering how we could fit it into the varsity show. varsity show is meta-columbia. now that it's over, everything reminds us of varsity show. my life post-v has become a never ending reference to the varsity show. it's funny. and also kinda sad.
here's to the last six months of my life. here's to the people that I've met, laughed with, had conversations with that I was way to drunk to remember, had conversations with that changed the way I think, and spent nearly every waking moment with. and I wouldn't trade the sleepless nights, horrific hangovers, and sense of possible impending doom for anything.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
from the minds of mjam and babrams.
another shameless plug.
on a happier note, I just bought a week's worth of yogurt parfaits and vitaminENERGY drinks. now, I'm going to take a three hour nap to make myself more nocturnal so I don't drop anymore hammers on my toe or talk with the writers about my themed socks. I'm sorry, my mismatched themed socks.
on a happier note, I just bought a week's worth of yogurt parfaits and vitaminENERGY drinks. now, I'm going to take a three hour nap to make myself more nocturnal so I don't drop anymore hammers on my toe or talk with the writers about my themed socks. I'm sorry, my mismatched themed socks.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
latenite, oh what a great night.
after a week of blowing up dinosaurs (met with a delightful amount of comments a la "you're not even going to let him buy you dinner first?) and putting out fires (but wait! no fires in the black box!), we were able to put up an actual real live latenite. I'm so proud of everyone's hard work. also, my night ended with me sharing and sipping a tiny bottle of jameson poured over ice in the back of 1020. stupendous. god bless you, latenite.
Friday, April 13, 2007
goodbye, blue monday.
laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I got a summer internship at second stage. yes. yes.
(farewell, kv, you shall be missed).
so it goes.
(also, be a dear and go buy your tickets to the varsity show. they will sell out, and I shall be ever so sad if you miss out.)
I got a summer internship at second stage. yes. yes.
(farewell, kv, you shall be missed).
so it goes.
(also, be a dear and go buy your tickets to the varsity show. they will sell out, and I shall be ever so sad if you miss out.)
Sunday, April 08, 2007
update from my (varsi-)life.
okay. I don't know if ambitious can be used as a euphemism, but when I describe my current state of life to my friends, family, etc. the only word they seem to come up with is "ambitious," as in "my my my, young erin, how ambitious are we?" do they mean "crazy" "insane" "ludicrous"? I am none of these things. I am never bored. how bad can that possibly be?
also, I find it interesting that every time I say "yea, I've been really busy; sorry I haven't had time to call you back/meet with you for coffee/send you that Columbia sweatshirt you asked for in january (and my grandmother was surprisingly nice about that)" people automatically respond with "yea, varsity show will do that to you." ironically (paradoxically?), though varsity show has taken up nearly 113% of my time, it hasn't stressed me out. at all. I have never felt so on top of my shit as I have this semester. maybe because I'm standing on a high wire above a tank filled with sharks with lasers a-top their heads. who knew that acrobatics could be so much fun.
I celebrated my twentieth birthday a week ago with "byrne's boozy brunch birthday: an alliteration celebration." I must say that one very long complicated train ride + 22 of my favorite people in the universe + unlimited mimosas + delicious delicious food that I was, incidentally, too drunk to eat = a very happy erin and a very happy birthday. though the seating arrangement was not very conducive to cohesive collaborative group conversation (oh my alliteration-themed birthday), I very much enjoyed the company, and I really didn't think it was possible to trump last year's 18-pitchers-of-sangria-at-symposium-bash, my inebriation before 1PM and my drunken state at columbia club rehearsal definitely put it over the top. although, I probably could have done without the hangover at 7PM.
we're entering into the home stretch. these were the four weeks that I was both looking forward to and fearing the most, and now that they're almost here (!!), I cannot seem to wrap my mind around their looming presence. I'm approaching the end of a) 113 - one of the most valuable rewarding and amazingly amazing experiences of my young life and b) the school year - bringing with it the loss of some of the most amazing people I have met and grown/learned to love. fair enough - I can't really call their graduating a "loss" because most are staying within a 50 block radius. however, with their "absence" (better word choice), I'm becoming more and more aware of the fact that I have almost finished two years of college. half done. halfway to real life. gulp!!
on a happier note - I celebrated easter by eating meat for the first time in nearly four months. stomach ache and bloating aside? totally worth it. back to water and exlax before vshow.
also, I find it interesting that every time I say "yea, I've been really busy; sorry I haven't had time to call you back/meet with you for coffee/send you that Columbia sweatshirt you asked for in january (and my grandmother was surprisingly nice about that)" people automatically respond with "yea, varsity show will do that to you." ironically (paradoxically?), though varsity show has taken up nearly 113% of my time, it hasn't stressed me out. at all. I have never felt so on top of my shit as I have this semester. maybe because I'm standing on a high wire above a tank filled with sharks with lasers a-top their heads. who knew that acrobatics could be so much fun.
I celebrated my twentieth birthday a week ago with "byrne's boozy brunch birthday: an alliteration celebration." I must say that one very long complicated train ride + 22 of my favorite people in the universe + unlimited mimosas + delicious delicious food that I was, incidentally, too drunk to eat = a very happy erin and a very happy birthday. though the seating arrangement was not very conducive to cohesive collaborative group conversation (oh my alliteration-themed birthday), I very much enjoyed the company, and I really didn't think it was possible to trump last year's 18-pitchers-of-sangria-at-symposium-bash, my inebriation before 1PM and my drunken state at columbia club rehearsal definitely put it over the top. although, I probably could have done without the hangover at 7PM.
we're entering into the home stretch. these were the four weeks that I was both looking forward to and fearing the most, and now that they're almost here (!!), I cannot seem to wrap my mind around their looming presence. I'm approaching the end of a) 113 - one of the most valuable rewarding and amazingly amazing experiences of my young life and b) the school year - bringing with it the loss of some of the most amazing people I have met and grown/learned to love. fair enough - I can't really call their graduating a "loss" because most are staying within a 50 block radius. however, with their "absence" (better word choice), I'm becoming more and more aware of the fact that I have almost finished two years of college. half done. halfway to real life. gulp!!
on a happier note - I celebrated easter by eating meat for the first time in nearly four months. stomach ache and bloating aside? totally worth it. back to water and exlax before vshow.
Monday, March 26, 2007
who's better than you? short list.
how many meta-themed posts can I create in a row? let's see.
meta weekend:
meta-satire musical (zanna don't!)
meta party (v.s. - though I don't remember it. does that count?)
meta moments contemplating how one would dress as varsity show to a varsity show themed party where you are supposed to dress as something else entirely with the initals v.s. - the initials of the varsity show.
this was a pointless post. and that was my intention. back to reading a book with john travolta on the cover. that's right. it's my lab science requirement.
spring is here here here. blessed baby jesus.
meta weekend:
meta-satire musical (zanna don't!)
meta party (v.s. - though I don't remember it. does that count?)
meta moments contemplating how one would dress as varsity show to a varsity show themed party where you are supposed to dress as something else entirely with the initals v.s. - the initials of the varsity show.
this was a pointless post. and that was my intention. back to reading a book with john travolta on the cover. that's right. it's my lab science requirement.
spring is here here here. blessed baby jesus.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I'm Meta for Midterms
There is something about writing midterms papers that is so profoundly paradoxical that my brain almost implodes when I try and wrap my mind around it. On the one hand, my ability to write a good (meh) five-page paper in less than two hours will never cease to amaze me. It's like type-a, type-a, type-a (if you just got that Simpson's reference, I love you), and all of a sudden, I have three-and-a-half pages on visionary imagination in "I Wandered lonely as a cloud." However, I also want to jump out of one of the teeny-tiny Barnard library windows as I complete my concluding paragraph on the transcendent power of poetry and the "inward eye." Who am I? Who the fuck AM I?
Self-deprecation. Such is the life of an English major. As I sit. Drinking my tea. With a copy of "Washington Square."
...DAMMIT.
Self-deprecation. Such is the life of an English major. As I sit. Drinking my tea. With a copy of "Washington Square."
...DAMMIT.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Time, Why Do You Punish Me?
(I hope the fact that I just quoted Hootie and the Blowfish is an understated indication that I may or may not be delusional and/or insane.
But, it's fine. It's fine.)
The two weeks before Spring Break are always awful. You think, "Holey Moley! (obscure V113 reference)" and "Gee whiz! Soon I'll be sipping pina coladas and getting caught in the rain on some island off the coast of utopia."
But wait!
PAPERS
MIDTERMS
BARTENDING EXAMS
SPONTANEOUS FAINTING SPELLS
RANDOM HOSPITALIZATIONS
SUMMER INTERNSHIP APPLICATIONS
TURKEY DAY
So while you're dreaming of that tan that will last for a mere two or three days once you return to the desolate, fickle, cock-tease weather of NYC, you forget that you have 300 pages of reading due for a 10 person class you have tomorrow, or that you have to write a book. On amoebas. Are you even a science major? You're a theater major? I didn't even know I was ENROLLED in this class. Fortunately, the universe has been super kind to me this semester, and I only have one midterm (Cake. French cake.) a final draft of a paper, and another 4-5 page paper due at the end of the week.
And praise to the Heavenly Lord of Hosts that I HAVE TWO FULL WEEKS WITHOUT A GLIMMER OF REHEARSAL. Here's to Varsity-Show-Free thoughts. (Pffft, as if that will ever happen.) In the words of Mark Junek, I get to "be a real life person."
Here's to living for the weekend. Goodbye, February 26-March 4. You have made me a better, more sleep-deprived person.
But, it's fine. It's fine.)
The two weeks before Spring Break are always awful. You think, "Holey Moley! (obscure V113 reference)" and "Gee whiz! Soon I'll be sipping pina coladas and getting caught in the rain on some island off the coast of utopia."
But wait!
PAPERS
MIDTERMS
BARTENDING EXAMS
SPONTANEOUS FAINTING SPELLS
RANDOM HOSPITALIZATIONS
SUMMER INTERNSHIP APPLICATIONS
TURKEY DAY
So while you're dreaming of that tan that will last for a mere two or three days once you return to the desolate, fickle, cock-tease weather of NYC, you forget that you have 300 pages of reading due for a 10 person class you have tomorrow, or that you have to write a book. On amoebas. Are you even a science major? You're a theater major? I didn't even know I was ENROLLED in this class. Fortunately, the universe has been super kind to me this semester, and I only have one midterm (Cake. French cake.) a final draft of a paper, and another 4-5 page paper due at the end of the week.
And praise to the Heavenly Lord of Hosts that I HAVE TWO FULL WEEKS WITHOUT A GLIMMER OF REHEARSAL. Here's to Varsity-Show-Free thoughts. (Pffft, as if that will ever happen.) In the words of Mark Junek, I get to "be a real life person."
Here's to living for the weekend. Goodbye, February 26-March 4. You have made me a better, more sleep-deprived person.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
It's The Most Wonderful Time of The Year
No, I'm not talking about Christmas. I'm talking about CU-fucking-PAL Showcase--my favorite night of the year. Granted, I have only been to two, but any night where I start pre-pre-pre-pre-gaming at dress rehearsal, get to put on a slutty slutty dress, have my own bottle of free champagne, have a dance party on the stage, get kicked out of Roone by CU Security, have an awesome time at Mona for 3 hours, and come home to tater tots can't hardly be topped by a holiday with some fat diabetic guy with iPods.
I am so so so so so glad that TTB made it into the senior song. I know we didn't get to have a "real" show (which is why weren't allowed to perform in the first place), but the recognition was enough for me. Plus, how can you not have a sense of humor about a song that talks about how awesomely gay theatre is.
Our first Varsity Show number was really really really well received. And I'm going to type the words I've been waiting an entire month to type:
I WANNA BE AMERICAN JESUS
I WANNA BE MANIFEST DESTINY
I WANNA MAKE HARD LOVE TO YOU
ON THE FIFTY YARD LINE OF HEAVEN
THE MEANING OF LIFE IS NOT TO SCREW UP TOO BAAAAAAD
-LY...
Totally brill.
Oh crap I have to go read. I figured out that I would probably be getting 12 credits if I translated 113 time into class time. I might be insane.
I am so so so so so glad that TTB made it into the senior song. I know we didn't get to have a "real" show (which is why weren't allowed to perform in the first place), but the recognition was enough for me. Plus, how can you not have a sense of humor about a song that talks about how awesomely gay theatre is.
Our first Varsity Show number was really really really well received. And I'm going to type the words I've been waiting an entire month to type:
I WANNA BE AMERICAN JESUS
I WANNA BE MANIFEST DESTINY
I WANNA MAKE HARD LOVE TO YOU
ON THE FIFTY YARD LINE OF HEAVEN
THE MEANING OF LIFE IS NOT TO SCREW UP TOO BAAAAAAD
-LY...
Totally brill.
Oh crap I have to go read. I figured out that I would probably be getting 12 credits if I translated 113 time into class time. I might be insane.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Bring it, Spring 2007. And Something About Enchiladas.
It's one thing to start a new semester with the anticipation of auditions, casting, and getting (or not getting) the right for a new show. It's a whole 'nother enchilada (I don't know) to already be in the throws of one. Granted, it's different and exciting to already have your shit together, and have a "kind of" grasp on what's going on (although V-Show is another beast altogether ... enchilada?), but I've lost that first "shopping" period week where I can kind of get into my groove (spanish groove? salsa? more enchiladas?) and evaluate classes, etc., before jumping into everything (or in my case, setting up camp on Lerner 5).
Classes are all good so far -- I'm already not paying attention in Environmental Science, preoccupied with my colored pencil options for the semester: Crayola or RoseArt? 12-pack or 24-pack? Do a get a fun sharpener? What am I having for lunch today? Is Joey sexually frustrated with Dawson, and does she secretly want to have a threesome with Andy and Jen?
American Fiction (aka AmFic - a title which was immediately, and rightfully, vetoed by the entire suite) is awesome so far. The English major nerd inside of me gets impossibly giddy when looking at the syllabus. (Are you judging me right now? Is it the Dawson's Creek reference? Because I know there is a nerd inside you, too. Come on. People in glass houses...)
Upcoming highlight - we're starting LateNite very very soon. With new people on the E-Board and a fresh anthology, it's sure to be an amazing semester. Especially since we have so many valuable seniors graduating. Looking forward to drunken performances and some damn good (and kinda good) original student theatre. It really is what life's all about.
Back to reading. Another thing about the first week of the semester - take a picture because this is probably the only time the entire semester where I will actually do all of my reading and do it on time. I'm taking this opportunity to also ignore the fact that almost all of my papers are due in the last two weeks of April. Let's just pretend that is not going to happen.
Classes are all good so far -- I'm already not paying attention in Environmental Science, preoccupied with my colored pencil options for the semester: Crayola or RoseArt? 12-pack or 24-pack? Do a get a fun sharpener? What am I having for lunch today? Is Joey sexually frustrated with Dawson, and does she secretly want to have a threesome with Andy and Jen?
American Fiction (aka AmFic - a title which was immediately, and rightfully, vetoed by the entire suite) is awesome so far. The English major nerd inside of me gets impossibly giddy when looking at the syllabus. (Are you judging me right now? Is it the Dawson's Creek reference? Because I know there is a nerd inside you, too. Come on. People in glass houses...)
Upcoming highlight - we're starting LateNite very very soon. With new people on the E-Board and a fresh anthology, it's sure to be an amazing semester. Especially since we have so many valuable seniors graduating. Looking forward to drunken performances and some damn good (and kinda good) original student theatre. It really is what life's all about.
Back to reading. Another thing about the first week of the semester - take a picture because this is probably the only time the entire semester where I will actually do all of my reading and do it on time. I'm taking this opportunity to also ignore the fact that almost all of my papers are due in the last two weeks of April. Let's just pretend that is not going to happen.
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