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(no subject) [Nov. 10th, 2009|09:48 am]
The original fake suzieking.
[Current Mood |amusedamused]

I do believe I've finally discovered, after long last, what my body type is: the Julia Child.  If that's not a good sign, I don't know what is.
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(no subject) [Apr. 8th, 2009|12:42 am]
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I wonder if some of you have heard about the whole secret "Star Trek" world premiere in Austin yesterday...


I was there. 

In the front row.

In front of God and Leonard Nimoy himself.

When I have time, there will be reviewage.  Just wanted to write it down before I begin to wonder if I dreamed it.

(Yes, I love Star Trek that much.  Oh baby.)
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(no subject) [Mar. 30th, 2009|10:40 am]
The original fake suzieking.
*looks down at last post*

11 hours of sleep later, I feel a bit better.  I get so incredibly emotional when I haven't slept, and yesterday was the first night ever where I didn't sleep at all until 9:30 am.  It was rough.  I'm still a bit nervous, but I just have to focus on what I have to do and do it. In six days, it will all be over.
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(no subject) [Mar. 29th, 2009|04:39 pm]
The original fake suzieking.
i am so sick and so tired and so ill-equipped to deal with the coming days.
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(no subject) [Mar. 28th, 2009|02:06 pm]
The original fake suzieking.
I like weird things for breakfast.  Especially when I'm sick.  I can't taste much right now, so I went for texture...a bowl of green beans.  One of the more satisfying breakfasts I've had in a while.  I'm subsisting on ~600 calories a day right now, because I have no appetite.  I blame the antibiotics, there's only one kind that I don't get stomach problems on, and I'm not on it this go-round.  On the upside, my pants that were slightly-too-tight for the past couple of weeks are fitting quite nicely again.

There's something I forgot to mention that happened a few days ago: I was very nearly in an awful car wreck.  In Texas, all highways have frontage roads, and at every major intersection there is a huge overpass going over the freeway.  I was driving home after rehearsal on Thursday night, and I was on the frontage road and on my way up the access ramp.  All of a sudden, I see a funny shadow two cars ahead of me, and a little tiny crunching noise, and everyone slams on their brakes.  As it turns out, a car drove off of the overpass and fell into the access tunnel.  The highway was raised, so this fall was probably about 20 feet.  I didn't see it until backing out of the highway and onto the frontage road, but it was terrible.  It was a big suv that had flipped, and the roof looked crushed almost down to the hood.  Somehow, they didn't land on anybody, and I was thanking whatever powers that be that I didn't decide to pass the two slow cars ahead of me before hitting the highway, because then I would have been underneath this falling SUV.  I've tried to look for updates on the accident, to see if people were badly hurt, but I can't find anything.  I'm going to assume that means that all involved were more or less alright. 

I'm trying to get geared up to get some new glasses today.  It's occurred to me that I'm not going to be able to see the stage clearly with my old prescription, so I need to get the new ones I've had the prescription for for months now.  Plus, the ones I have now kind of look like crap, because I bought them in a hurry in East Bumfuck a couple of years ago.

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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2009|09:34 pm]
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For whatever reason, I'm feeling much better today.  At least, emotionally speaking.  I'm still pretty sick, but I had a lot of time to rest, and I've had some good grades (it's hard to feel too bad when you have a good grade from a teacher you like in front of you) and comments and people being sweet to me, so I feel a bit better. 

Our show goes on in...5 days.  We had a runthrough today, and it wasn't bad! There were problems, but it was a cohesive piece! One thing I really enjoy about being a stage manager (that I forget quite a bit) is how proud I am of the cast when I see them do a good job.  And it's hard to do a good job with this piece.  And I love their dancing so much.  If I ever do keep up with the SMing, I definitely want to do dance and music pieces.  I just love em so much.
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(no subject) [Mar. 26th, 2009|11:48 am]
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So, it turns out that I am incredibly sick.  Bronchitis and a sinus infection.  I think that explains at least a part of my horrendous anxiety over the past several days, because I tend to get REALLY antzy when I'm getting something bacterial.  I just thought I was congested because of crying, it honestly didn't occur to me until the day before yesterday.  Went to the doctor yesterday, and boom.  Lots of antibiotics and mucinex for Emma! I'm already feeling a lot better, in no small part because I had to rest for all of last night and today. 

It'll be back into the breech tonight for rehearsal, but we're getting very close to being done, hooray! I think the director is worried about the show (hence trying to plan extra rehearsals and pissing off, well, everyone else involved with the show) but I honestly think it'll be fine.  Better than anything else of this length in this festival, at least. In a week, it'll almost be over, hooray!
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(no subject) [Mar. 24th, 2009|12:08 pm]
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I've had a rough few days.  Heck, I've had a rough week.  Going back to school brought up a ton of emotions that I've been repressing for years, and I've had to make a decision which probably isn't in the best of tastes to many people.

After this semester, I'm quitting school.  For the longest time, I've been struggling with the idea that if I'm an intelligent person, I should be able to tolerate being in college.  I should enjoy the education, because it's one of the things I'm best at.  I've been completely ignoring the fact that I don't really want to be there, and I know I don't want to use the degree I'm in for.  I want to go to college when I want to be there, when I'm in a place where I can better myself with it.  Going and fighting it, and ignoring the fact that it's wrong for me, and that I can't just deal with the things I don't like about it...all that can't work anymore.  For a little while, I made a deal with myself that I could go for another year if I could graduate in that time.  Because of misinformation from counselors over the past year, that will now be impossible, or at least impossible for me to do.  So I'll go back when I want it.

I'm a little scared, because this means a lot of changes, and a lot of sacrifices I don't like having to make.  I've got quite a lot of debt now, with no degree to show for it.  When I do go back to school, it will mean a lot of backpedaling in whatever major I choose.  It means I'll have to find a job, which is a daunting task in this economy for someone with my lack of practical experience.  Still, I do have a good bit of college experience and management experience now because of the school, and Texas is doing a little better than the rest of the country.  And I have a family (or at least a husband and a mom) who supports the decision. 
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(no subject) [Mar. 11th, 2009|11:34 pm]
The original fake suzieking.
[Current Mood |restlessrestless]

In twenty-four hours, I will be on spring break.  There's just six hours of class, one midterm test, one turn-in of a...*counts* twenty-six page project, two hours of driving and five hours of rehearsal between me and sweet, sweet temporary relief.  I am ragged, and I need a break very, very badly.

I'm sure I'm going to get sick the second I'm through.  Jim has some kind of crud right now, and I've been completely denying any and all symptoms I have until after tomorrow. 

I'm going to do nothing during this break.  I'm going to watch stupid television shows, do a little reading, see some very good friends who only come to town once in a while.  It's going to be great.

Either that, or I'll be bored in about two days.
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(no subject) [Mar. 10th, 2009|12:14 am]
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[Current Mood |enthralledenthralled]

Jim Davis got paid today, and it's now officially midterm season, so I decided it was time for a present: A year of XBox Gold.  I got it mostly so I could actually, y'know, use my netflix account to its fullest potential, since we're rather lazy about getting new ones.  The nearest mailbox is about a mile and a half away in the wrong direction, so we just don't get to it more than once every two weeks or so.  This watch it instantly thing seemed like a nifty thing to try.  It really is because...

wait for it...


I LIVED for this show when it was on.  From what I can tell now, I started watching it on about the third episode, and I was religious about it until, I dunno, 1998 or 1999.  The whole India/Budda/Post-getting-crucified plot really didn't do it for me.  It was too serious after that.  And I hung out almost every day with Mark, and I couldn't risk him finding out I liked Xena.  

I've watched a few episodes today--mainly the ones from the first two seasons that I remember really well--and I am EATING this up, for so many reasons.  Don't get me wrong, it's not a good show by basically any standard, but it has a metric ton of camp and it is STEEPED in nostalgia for me, so I love it.  

I've been drafting scenes for playwriting with it on in the background, and it's made me feel so much better about my writing.  My first drafts are written with slightly more grace and nuance than this.  But strangely enough, some of them are roughly in the same style.  Makes you wonder how much our tastes ever really change, eh?
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(no subject) [Mar. 6th, 2009|03:49 pm]
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So, it looks like Jim didn't get into any of the grad programs he applied to.  This is bad.  And frankly, it's unexpected.  I don't know what we're going to do.  It's certainly going to force us to look at all kinds of alternatives...unfortunately, this isn't a situation where that's terribly exciting for him. 
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2009|09:57 pm]
The original fake suzieking.
The good:

--I could have seen Kevin Costner in person today.  He did an impromptu Q&A for theatre department folks.  Famous people do it from time to time.  I didn't go for several reasons.  A) Space was limited, and I'd be cutting it a bit too close to get home in time for Jim to get to work.  B) I mostly wanted to go to see what in the world he had to say to people considering he's made one good movie (and it's Waterworld.  Have you seen Dances with Wolves lately? ) in the past twenty years.  I felt guilty for taking up a seat for such a cynical reason when there were so few spaces to go around.  Reason C) didn't help either: I wanted to see what arcing ropes of sycophantic praise might be ejected during the talk, since this UT theatre bunch are masters of heaping it on.   So, yeah, I didn't go.  But I like that I can say I could have.  And I rejected him.

--I had a talk with the powers that be in terms of assigning me to work on shows.  I requested doing an opera next semester.  I had a wonderful time with the last one I did, despite it being smack dab in the middle of the Worst Time of My Life (tm).  Anyway, my advisor talked to her music school counterpart, and they seem to be cool with it! But here's the best part:
It seems that the show I'm doing is a collaboration between our school and the Sibelius Academy, which is a very large, excellent-international-reputation music school in Finland.  I really have no idea what this means in terms of the opera, whether it's new work or what (wouldn't that be awesome if it was new work?!), but it means that I'll be getting to work with some neat and well-reknowned people from Finland.  And it also means that I get to fantasize that I can go to Finland and spend time listening to beautiful music and enjoying a very high quality of life.  Forever. 

--Looks like I will be doing a show this semester! And I'll be getting credit for it.  Yum.  I'm a little nervous about it, but it should be ok.

The bad about today:

--Jim has started working nights, and I'm starting to get really fucking lonely. 

--Undergrad advisor: The thing that bothers me about this guy is that he's a lazy son of a bitch, and rude to boot.  He was standing in his office making idle chit-chat with another staffer with the door wide open when I got there.  He looked me in my face for two seconds, and then went back to talking to the lady.  After about a minute, she tried to say under her breath that he had a student waiting.  He says under his breath "don't worry about it."  I'm just standing there in the FUCKING DOORWAY during the hours he's supposed to be there for students.  The staffer decides to leave after a few minutes, he tidies up for a second and then lets me in.  What a fucker.  He's been this way since his first day.  During mandatory advising, you have to wait upwards of eight hours to just to see him to get him to remove a bar because he won't schedule appointments.  And he won't even give advice on what courses count for your degree.    He sends out literally dozens of e-mails a week because he'd rather just forward them instead of compiling them once a week.  He doesn't even see students most of the time.  What the hell does an undergraduate advisor do if he doesn't advise the undergrads?

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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2009|01:26 am]
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[Current Mood |weirdweird]

I love it when someone is posting on a serious topic in a message board, and in order to convey that he/she disagrees with another poster, they begin their reply with "Dude." I love it because I automatically imagine them saying it aloud to their computer when they read the questionable material.  I also like it because I imagine how it would come off in any serious conversation.

Woman: I have something to tell you.  I'm pregnant.
Man: Dude.  I understand where you're coming from, but...
Woman: God, what an asshole.

Advisor: We must protect our people from this threat!
Leader-type: Dude.  I respect your position and everything but...
Entire country: Can we overthrow him yet?

Scientist: In conclusion, I have isolated dark matter particles and have answered one of the most pressing questions in astrophysics today.
Douchey Scientist: Dude.  You know I've always had your back, but...
Scientist: Why did we invite this douchey scientist?

In other news, I might be enjoying my more creative classes.  I have also most definitely started making my own pecan/maple/vanilla granola, and my goodness is it delicious.  Jim Davis starts back at his old job tomorrow, hoorays! 
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(no subject) [Jan. 23rd, 2009|12:09 am]
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Today was quite a long day...but it wasn't all that bad.  Even the bus was pretty ok.  It's astonishing, really, how little I can get outraged about for any lasting period of time.

It must be changing how I come off, because people have been talking to me at an unprecedented rate this semester.  If I didn't know better, I'd say I might seem friendly and approachable.  I had a spontaneous lunch today with a girl in one of my classes.  People who I am quite sure I don't know in the theater building say hello as if they're familiar.  They seem pretty sure that they know me, so I just go along with it, for the most part.  People in improv appear to enjoy my antics and acknowledge my existence.  And I am somehow out of my own head enough to realize that all this is going on. 

Something must be working right.  I have no idea what it is, but I'm going to do my best not to mess with it.
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Grumpy. [Jan. 21st, 2009|08:32 pm]
The original fake suzieking.
[Current Mood |grumpygrumpy]

Our car has a flat.  Again.  This is the third in less than two months--and the tires are all less than a year old.  Fuck a bunch of that. 

So, that means I have to take the bus to school tomorrow.  I looked up the little trip-planner, and the only thing I can find that doesn't have me walking with a twenty-five-ish pound bag for a mile in about four minutes (assuming the bus is on time.  It's never on time,)  leaves at 7:40 and gets in at 8:14.  For my 9:30 class.  I hate Texan public transportation.  

I had a lot more of the gripety-gripe on here, but I realized I'd only feel silly having it up here...I did the math, and about 90% of the complaining oomph is most likely derived from pre-menstrual grumpsteritis.  The above points, however, I will feel righteous about anytime.
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(no subject) [Jan. 20th, 2009|12:13 am]
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The new semester starts tomorrow.  I feel remarkably blah about it.  More after the first sessions, I'm sure.

What I really want to talk about is the super tasty things I've been making lately.

On Sunday, I made eclairs and profiteroles.  Pate a choux is remarkably easy to make, as is pastry cream.  And ganache, but that goes without saying.  I need some piping practice, as I only got one or two really large bubbles in one eclair shell(which is desireable, because lots of little bubbles = less room for delectable cream,) but they were very tasty! I normally don't like eclairs, but these were very, very tasty.  

I also joined costco on Sunday.  I went to the one in Vermont when I was up there, and decided it would be a practical fun bourgeoise thing to do. I split the membership with a friend of mine, and we went halfsies on produce and some other things.  Where else can you get four pounds of kiwis for five bucks? (kiwi jam, it's going to happen)  The main thing that cinched the decision for me, though, was that it's the only place in town I can find good, affordable lamb.  At the supermarket here, it ranges between $12-$18 per pound for a terrible quality chop.  At Costco, though, I got some glorious 2.5 inch thick chops for $6.50/pound.  Broil them up with a little garlic and rosemary--glorious.  I used to feel bad about eating the cute little baby animals.  I just can't do it anymore.  They taste too good.  Most of my friends have never had lamb before at all.  We're really going to have to do something about that now...

I've got pictures of both things on my facebook, if anyone's so inclined to marvel at my vittles.

Apologies for the abrupt ending, but I just realized it's 12:30 and I have to be up sometime between 7 and 8.  I'm sure there will be morose entries about my new classes soon.  Farewell!
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(no subject) [Jan. 16th, 2009|09:57 pm]
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My god, I love tea.  This is my thought process regarding it at least five or ten times a day:

Brain 1: Hm, I'm thirsty.  I really fancy something refreshing

Brain 2: Oh alright, I suppose we could do that.

Brain 1: But I don't want anything too cold or too heavy...all we have is milk and water in the house, that could be a problem...

Brain 2: What can we make with milk and water, then?

Brain 1: Well, I suppose we could make tea...


Brain 1:  But caffeine...and I only have so much tea in the house, I am on a budget after all.  I could drink myself out of house and home like that.

Brain 2: You suck, you know that?

And then I drink some water while sulking.
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(no subject) [Jan. 16th, 2009|04:58 pm]
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[Current Mood |satisfiedsatisfied]

The new Decemberists track, a teaser called "The Rake's Song" off their new album, has me feeling very happy indeed. They really are one of my favorite bands.  I sometimes forget that the Decemberists, despite the attitude being a little to twee for my comfort, make music that just makes me feel satisfied.  And really, what more can you ask for than that?  

You can get a link to their song off their website.  It's slightly heavier than some of their other work and, most importantly, it has a really nice balance between lyric and music.  They've got some really talented musicians, but in earlier songs their work would tend to get drowned out by the lyrics.  The lyrics do deserve to be heard, don't get me wrong, but as a general rule I tend to prefer good musicianship over a good poem put to music, if that makes any sense.  In this particular new song, there's not a whole lot going on musically speaking (at least not that I can pick up over my computer speakers,) but there's some variation and some fuzz in there  to keep it interesting, (again, hopefully not just from the speakers.) It leaves me feeling a bit fluttery in the stomach.  Good stuff.

Edit: I messed with my speakers enough that I can realy hear the words clearly.  Yeay, teh violences against churrens.  This song is GREAT.

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(no subject) [Jan. 14th, 2009|04:40 pm]
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So, as of the end of January, beginning of February, Jim is back with the IRS.  Huzzah! It's a shame that he didn't find anything permanent in the past 6 months or so since he was there before, but at this point we're so poor that I can't be anything but relieved. 

In addition, my grandmother finally got around to sending me a little money she had told me she was going to give me, oh, maybe a year ago.  That whole thing was sort of awkward, since she has a habit of attaching strings, or proclaiming she'll give a gift that she never actually gets around to giving.  Knowing this, I never depended on it, and I never pushed her on it, and I always made it clear that I would take the money on the condition that it's a gift to help me pay for college, and not an investment in her interests, since those were always the terms in which she couched the offer.  For whatever reason, she just never sent anything.  I didn't expect for it to happen for a number of reasons, (ex: in high school, she told me she would give me effectively 10% of my college tuition but only under the condition that I let her pick my major and maintain a magne cum laude GPA.  I counter-offered that if she paid for everything, I'd let her pick my minor.  She declined.)  so imagine my surprise when she actually sent a little bit out of the goodness of her heart.  I'm pleased, because it means I can eat next week, and it means my grandmother is less of a financial harpy than the rest of the family thinks.  Maybe.

And in two days, I've got about a grand coming in from financial aid.  Maybe, just maybe, we can get back on our feet.  I feel relaxed on a very profound level now...I hadn't even realized how worried I was.
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Deep down in my soul, I am not a lazy person. [Jan. 12th, 2009|01:37 am]
The original fake suzieking.
*looks around at impeccably clean house, right down to disinfected plunger, wiped-down moulding, laundered kitty bed, and reorganized pantry*
*marvels at the delicious cupcakes with true buttercream in kitchen*
*looks at the case of books that have now all been read*
*does pilates.  again.*
*looks at paintings and fixtures all finally up after a year of waffling*
*makes note to make waffles this week*
*examines her ever-so-slightly-listless self*

Yep, it might be time to go back to school.  I can't be this lazy.  Lounging loses its luxury if it's all you do.  I never used to think of myself this way.  I was always so wound up in my own head, or playing a computer game that took up all of my time, that it never felt like I really had a chance to sit around.  It was all I wanted to do.  Now that I do feel I can cut loose and relax, I realize that I don't really like doing it aimlessly. 

I like accomplishing and improving and and helping and bettering myself or the things/people around me.   I prefer it to, well, just dicking around.

Heaven help me, I think I've grown up.
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