tuesday, february 25, 2003

i am rather hyper, but it is pushing on 2 am, so i have to get to bed. i have this oral presentational like talk i have to give tomorrow MORNING, and i think it is the cause of my madness. but! anyhow. seeing as i'm a bit wired, i thought it would be nice to have a little stop by ye old blog, you know, to say hello.

hello.

ah! i love my mondays. really. i never thought i would EVER hear those four words escaping my mouth, but it's true. i have "the history of opera" class in the morning, and it is the best monday class... ever! all we do is watch operas! i come in, the teacher talks a bit, my eyes go out of focus, and then he turns on the nice big screen and wee! "la boheme!" wee! "madame butterfly!"
i can't wait for the mozart segment of this class.
slobber slobber.

today though, was especially spectacular (spectacular!) because we watched "moulin rouge!" joy of joys! i was so happy. i love that film.
now, before you go off a-wondering too much, we watched m.r. because last week we watched the baz luhrman production of "la boheme." baz, is the director of moulin rouge. see the connection here? it was amazing though, i had never seen "la boheme before," so i had no idea "moulin rouge" was just a modern update of it!
it's the same story... a penniless writer in paris falls for a girl who's dying of consumption! and it was particularly great in the baz production, because his sets were like "moulin rouge" on stage. the apartment roldolfo (the boheme writer) had was the exact apartment ewan mcgreggor had in moulin! it was amazing. i was sitting there in class watching "la boheme" thinking, "i swear to god, that l'amour sign is in 'moulin rouge'..." and it was!
if you get the chance, rent baz's boheme. it's much fun, then watch moulin rouge, you won't believe the similarities! it's mind blowing.
fuzz fuzz fuzz.
ha. and one funny tale from opera class before i flee the scene here: so i'm sitting alone in my front row seat (what...? do i smell? no one sat by me, not that i minded. i need ALL THREE tables to myself, yes, but it was a little sad... especially since i have friends in the class... i thought...) thinking, "isn't andy serkis in moulin rouge?"
andy serkis= gollum
why i thought this, i don't know, but it became my everlasting quest through the film to find him.
me: maybe i don't know what he looks like... maybe he looks very different in this...
squints at screen
me: no, that is definitely nicole kidman. hmm.
finally the film ends and i stayed to watch the credits all the while muttering in my brain, "god bless it. who was andy serkis?!"
ewan mcgreggor ... christian
"mm hmm."
nicole kidman ... satine
"ah."
>whole rest of the cast here<
at this point i started squirming in my seat, serkis was in this film, no? suddenly across the screen runs the name- david wenham.
i fall out of my chair.
david wenham?! faramir? gollum? jesus. how could i have had them confused? "wait..." thought i. "who was wenham in moulin?"
my mind raced a moment, then it came to me. audrey. he was original author of spectacular spectacular! joys! no wonder denethor favoured boromir. his younger son galavanted around paris in a wig writing sing-song-plays. hoi.
anyhow. this lead me to play a game i know my friend hanna likes to play! though... i'm not as good as she is- but check this (an actual excerpt from my in-class journal, ho ho):
i'm watching moulin rouge starring ewan mcgreggor. david wenham, who plays in the new lord of the rings film is also in this film. he is audrey, the original writer of spectacular spectacular. wenham was also in a film called cosi, which was about opera (which somehow relates since i am watching moulin in an opera class), which starred toni colette, who's been in such films as "muriel's wedding." colette was also in "velvet goldmine," which starred, yes indeed, ewan mcgreggor.

it's aaaaaaaaaall connected baby.

ah. well now it's two. i have to get to bedbed. i'm so tired i can't even begin to proof this entry. HA! like i proof ANY of my entries.

p.s. now after watching mcgreggor i kind of feel like watching "trainspotting," but am scared to as i don't want to frighten my roommate.
me: hey hey! i'm going to watch this explicit film about heroine, you mind?

p.p.s. i figured out why i thought it was serkis in moulin. he was in topsy turvy. musicy films with good costumes, i can't keep them straight.
but imagine, finding a lotr actor anyhow.
surprise!

suddenly i was @ 02:09 am

sunday, february 23, 2003

ok. so... guess what? i did contract a serious illness! see the entry down there saying "i feel so yuck"? that t'were the beginning of it. of course, i did not fully realize my illness until last sunday sometime after waking up at FOUR PM with no voice and my nose drooling like old yeller with rabies. i spent the next few days updating my roommate of the contents of my nasal mucus.
me in bathroom: oh my god it keeps drooling out!
roommate: uh... that's nice?
me in bathroom: it's clear... i think... isn't yellow the bad boogie colour?
i even called lydia (of the preciouses list fame) at the height of my sickness delirium. well, perhaps i should rephrase, i MEANT to call lydia, but i really have no idea if the voice mail i reached was hers. alas. god only knows what i left as my message anyhow!
yesterday i successfully was up for 25 hours straight. very interesting. i capped off my stress-induced insomnia with watching fotr with my roommate, which was wonderful as i have perverted her to the ways of pippin. it's great watching some film you really adore and have your buddy squeal every time your favourite character comes about. it's like she was voicing my innermost thoughts of joy. i also got to say things like, "and in the book pippin takes a bath." and look cool.
ooh, and we had icecream for the fest.
granted, the icecream was gone before bilbo disappeared at his party, but when you eat faster than a hobbit yourself, what can you do?
i really do like fotr. ttt was fun, but there's something about that first installment. i have seen it and "a hard day's night" more times in my life than i care to admit, and still love it.
what else? this is one of those horrible entries where i haven't posted in a week and i want to still say everything which happened DURING the week.
sigh.
god, yesterday in animation class, tell me what you think of this, we were watching this depressing war animation piece. it was based on a william burroughs poem and it was talking about wwII and anti-american sentiments. when it was over my teacher commented he thought much of the piece related to these times but, as he put it, "somethings i don't agree with though, for instance, i really do believe the germans and the japanese were the bad guys in world war II."
everyone in the class kind-of ho-hum murmurs in agreement, everyone, except this girl ("girl" she's a compleat adult-- in appearence). this woman starts getting angry and says "what about the japanese intern camps? what about... yadda yadda."
my teacher of course says, yes, those were evil and in the back of the room i say in agreement to no one in particular, "it was ugly on all sides." the girl turns around to face me.
"what did she say?"
my teacher replied, "she said it was ugly on all sides."
this really incensed her and she took to ranting more about the hideous god-awful events which occured in wwII, "i'm just saying >bla bla bla< and what about hiroshima? wasn't that bad?"
i said again aloud, "yeah, it was ugly on all sides."
"why don't you speak up?" the girl snaps back at me. the class became utterly silent, "quit muttering under your breath and just spit out what you're saying."
at this point i started to eat some peanuts and was BEYOND shocked this moron-idiot was yelling at me since i had been agreement with her the entire time. i said trying to talk around my peanuts, "i'm sorry, i'm chewing. i said it was ugly on all sides." >while thinking: you daft cow.<
the girl turns, still furious and mutters, "chew faster."

honest to god. do i really attend a college? i don't know if she just totally didn't understand what i was saying or what, but everyone else in the class got what i was saying, everyone else was as suprised as i was when she started screaming at me. my teacher even came up to me later and mentioned how bizarre it was.
anyhow. if she thinks i'm ever going to give her work the slightest thought or bit of attention, she's wrong. i'm going to make a pointed effort to walk OUT on her work infact. she does. she stays for her crit, then walks off and goes who-knows-where during everyone else's session. really. i don't have time for such people. she's twice my age and chastises me for compleatly agreeing with her? just wanted to pick a fight is more like it. whatever, go graduate all ready.
i'm being evil and bitter, but good lord.
i'll be over it in four seconds, but really, is it just me or was she not out of line? did my sentence not make sense or what? i thought i was being clear.
anyhoot.
hey, just out of curiousity, who comes here? according to my stats this page is one the most accessed pages, yet... no one comments and well, it all is very mysterious to me. i thought it was the little dead page which no one ever came to see. if you're here, say hello, then i can know who's lurking around. ^^

p.s. one word.
woof.

ha! the name is boyd, billy boyd. what a great picture.

suddenly i was @ 12:04 am

sunday, february 16, 2003

har har har. i just read through my last entry. argh! i'm so sorry. one would think i was compleatly drunk or something when i wrote it. i loved my compleat disregard for proper grammar, time-tenses and the throwing out / replacement of critical words in sentences. sorry! i was so loopy and exhausted when i typed it up. oi. and worse, i think people actually read it? grief! it's fixed now. i'm so mortified. it was one of the worst things i had ever written. ha, next to my art history final a few years back:
me: i cannot remember the title of the yellow thing nor its creation date or ever who made it for that matter...
well, i went to the protest. i woke up this morning at the butt crack of dawn because i was hot. really hot. i was sweating everywhere. i had to splash my face with cold water and lie on the tile trying to cool down. i'm not certain of the cause of my own personal heatwave (dis ees my island in dee sun, ay-ha!) but i figure it was a. nerves, b. fever?, c. very early menopause.
anyhow. since i was conscious, i decided to go give soul to my bootless cries against war and prepped to attend the rally.
i had heard there was a group from my school meeting in the lobby of a downtown building at 11.00. i went, and waited. no one was there! i was five minutes late, so i thought perhaps they had left. i went out to the street and looked for anyone who looked "rally-ish." no one. then, i noticed two girls running towards the subway with two giant signs, one of a monkey one reading "bush sucks." bingo thought i.
i followed them to the subway, followed them onto the platform and followed them into the same train car. while sitting in the train, i figured, i could not keep up my skulking after i got off the train, as it would be entirely obvious i was trailing them. so i went over to one of girls and asked "are you going to the antiwar protest?" the girl answered yes, so i asked if i could stay with them as i had no clue where i was going. they said sure.
so, with april and sara i went. it was an hour train ride. when we got off at our stop, none of us had any idea where we were supposed to go. we stood on the street, until we saw a pocket of people with bucket drums and signs. bingo said we.
we followed the troupe, even though we weren't certain where they were going (april: look, we're probably going to a church or something me:ha, i bet you didn't know it, but we've just joined a cult. sara: that happened to me last summer. me in thought: you joined a cult?)
eventually the little troupe found the big troupe in the middle of the pakistani village community. there were so many people! so many people. it was great. made me feel better, like i wasn't alone. there were representatives of all groups, capitalist, communist, socialist, gay pride- even the homeless people were marching. the communists gave me leaflets.
it was wonderful. flags in all different languages, drums, some school brought their marching band who dressed up as dead bodies while they played. everything was loud. april and sara were funny. very giggly. april made these antiwar stickers and she and sara were sticking them to all sorts of public places and then taking pictures of the handy work with a digital camera. both reminded me of this friend i used to have, into everything, but not fully believing in anything. they talked about traveling europe, africa, new zealand, back packing across all the united states ending up in alaska, renting houses in martha's vinyard! i almost fainted.
april: i just don't want to go to school for four years.
me: ...
they talked about yoga, trying to be lesbian for two months, being vegan, eating meat, smoking illegal substances, beautiful dresses, being hippiesh, angry at being called hippies, farming on an organic farm in new zealand, buying a cow, looking for goblins, some guy named dan.
interesting girls.
after the march, we had a looooong way to walk back to the train station and it was so cold. bitter cold. before the march had begun, some medics got on stage and warned audience members to look out for signs of hypothermia.
really though, i have never been so cold. i couldn't feel my face, fingers or toes at all. i was beyond shivering. miserable weather. near 45 minutes or so later, we made it to the train stop and went back downtown to home. once i was back in my room, i couldn't warm up. my roommate had to make hot chocolate for me, then i passed out on my bed for about two hours.
i think it's official though, i have a little something in the way of a disease. my nose and ears are all clogged and my joints hurt and i keep sneezing. i don't feel real bad though.
the protest was fun. i feel so much better having gone. felt part of something big. it was good to see so many people there wanting peace, and then thinking about all the countries having similar protests- my roommate says in hong kong there was a big rally- heck even in my hometown! i kept thinking the whole time i was marching about hanna, in helsinki, and i would say, "hello hanna!" to myself.
anyhow. i have to type up some crap for geology then fall asleep. hopefully this entry is slightly better than my last, and it doesn't look as if english was my twenty-second language. oi oi!

p.s. really am in the mood for fotr, what's wrong with me? :P
p.p.s. which reminds me, the oscars. i really think they missed on a few categories, but more on this when i am coherent.
p.p.p.s. i think the extreme coldness today caused brain damage.

suddenly i was @ 01:31 am

saturday, february 15, 2003

oh happy day. vday. actually rather, i realize it is no longer bitter singles day, but whatever. it is still to me. what a wonderful holiday! my friends and i decided to indulge ourselves with the girliest day ever, partaking in all the delight treats schmoozy socialite activities and chick flicks have to offer. the theme of the evening was to be "single girls, making it work."

activity 1
art gallery opening. my old roommate's boyfriend's old roommate (monkey's uncle's cousin) was having an opening at a gallery. he's a wonderful painter. as it turns out, a friend i made first year also had a painting in the show.
the whole gallery was wonderful. people swarming around with wine glasses and trying to look deep. fwee! the art was amazing. paintings so realistic it was mindblowing.
of course my friend (and current roommate) and i who are somewhat socially inept and a.d.d. found after looking at all the paintings we were bored. we spent the next twenty minutes trying to get the rest of our party to move along with our party.

activity 2
dinner. we made dinner. a boboli. a cheese garlic thing. mostly cheese.
mm.
cheese.
we also made a salad and a few days before i had made cookies (healthy batch, ingredients: peanut butter, eggs, sugar, vanilla and chocolate, for the girl who wants to keep her figure fit).
this was only the entree to the real deal, however, which was icecream, to be served during the films.

activity 3
chick flicks. i can't stand them most of the time, but sometimes, you just give in to your urges. tonight's films were "my big fat greek wedding" and "bridget jones' diary." i love both so much, and as it turns out they were a great combo. got to hear the "i like you, just the way you are" and "i don't remember frump girl, but i remember you." speeches back to back, which was soul refining.
had many fuzzy moments. especially during "wedding," wherein we all had to oooh and aw, and hug each other to provide moral support. each of these moments were usually preceeded by my friend saying, "i think i'm going to cry."
i really like both movies so much.

what a happy valentines indeed!

note: treats too extreme. still have far too many cookies left over and was somehow was bequeathed the icecream. thank god the cheese is now vanished.

on another note, i think i had a bit of a fever last night. i was so upset talking about useless wars, i became hot. at least so i thought it was because i was so upset, the my temperature never went back down and today i was all stuffed up.
can't rightly really hear out of my ears either.

this did not stop me from sharing icecreams.

i am reeeeeeeeeally hoping i have not just done in my karma by infecting all friends with some strange illness.

hmm.

but i don't feel bad, sick that is. just can't hear. eh?

also. antiwar protest going on tomorrow. should i go?

suddenly i was @ 01:23 am

thursday, february 13, 2003

i feel like crying. i am angry. this whole disgusting war business which is prevading the air makes me sick. i never say anything important here, but perhaps it's time i gave my opinion on a real matter, which isn't the rotting cheese at the back of my refridgerator.

i don't want war. it is wrong, always and there is never reason for it. why is every country on the brink of disaster? why are the newspaper flooded with stories which interweave with each other and make no sense? why does no one peak the truth, why are the citizens of so many countries being left clueless and being forced into battle ready positions when no one is being told what is really going on? what threat?
i wrote to my friend:
i am so disgusted with america and its moron leader. evil has a new face, but it is not horned, dark and twisted- no. oh no. rather, it has a blankish stare and resembles a shell shocked chimp who has been grossly experimented on. this war is not about defense. it is about greed and power and it's sickening. never before have i wanted so badly for an assassination or impeachment or anything which will remove the chimp from office. if he launches america into war, it will be world war III.
international students are already leaving the states and my roommate gets calls from her mother saying all sorts of things ie. in china people are storing food in preparation for what evils may come.
i'm all for getting rid of suddam. really. he is also evil, but right now i don't understand why every leader in power is pressing for war. the american public knows nothing about nothing and is fed lies. the chimp tells people to use our grief from 911 to help aid in our vengeance, tying iraq to the tragedy.
now, excuse me... i could be so far off here as i don't watch the news- but wasn't some other country behind those attacks? bin laden? what? iraq? where? who? speak the truth!!
but it really doesn't matter what bush says, he doesn't know what he talks about ever anyhow. my favourite example of this was when i listening to some speech he did the other day on the radio, "if we start this war with iran, i mean iraq" the idiot doesn't even know what country he wants to attack, yet he is willing to sacrifice people's lives for the battle?
put him on the front line i say. then see how gun-ho he is about war, that or at least then someone can put him out of his (and the rest of the world's) misery.
sore sore subjects. bush. war. i am miserably depressed about the state of the world and am so sad i might live to see the states go out and CAUSE a world war. bush wants a war because his daddy got to have a war. he will bring all to ruin if given the chance, and i'm angry about it.
sometimes i wish humankind could just be eraticated from the earth. what a destructive force, evil and capable of such reckless hatred and greed, but in the same breath i try to think of all the beautiful things humans can do and create and be and i hold on to this. if war comes, i will opose it with all my heart, but i will live on. many people have before. and i will always believe and trust to hope the small spark of good which still exists out there in some men and women.
and who knows? maybe in the end it will all be talk and nothing will come of all the dust which is bing kicked up.
end rant.

suddenly i was @ 10:26 pm

thursday, february 6, 2003

ug. i have been so bad about this place. alas.
aaah! i just finished dinner, and it was not a good meal. usually the eat-times are the most euphoric highlights of my day. this meal however... i was making a veggie burger, upon deciding it was the quickest means with which to satiate my growling stomach, and i wanted to have cheese on it.
now, i am a huge fan of cheese. i love it i really do, but this sliver remaining in the fridege of a once sizable block had been in the fridge for quite a while. i pulled it out an discovered a slight bluish hue on one of its corners.
"do not fear!" i told my stomach which squelched in fear as it thought we might have to rework the meal plan thus sustaining its hunger agonies. i cut the mold from the block. i tested a fresher looking corner.
bleh! it was tasted aged and was foul, foul, most horrid! "hmm." i thought. this cheese might actually thwart my dinner efforts. then i had the ingenius plan i would just continue on with the gross cheese as if it were normal cheese but really lather it with other flavours as to disguise its more erroneous nature.
so soup was made also to accomodate this diversionary tactic. also though salad dressing on the veggie burger might be interesting.
i got through most of the meal well enough, it wasn't until i hit the cheese, that things took a turn for the worse. even under soup and salad dressing flavours, its moldy brillo pad taste assaulted my tongue. i thought i would pass out. my plan had redoubled its efforts to make everything worse. the cheese was bad at first, but now the other flavours actually accentuated it every bad quality tenfold!
i tossed the cheesey corner out into trash.
then i went back to the soup, but i felt it had been tainted by the cheese's evil, as i had dropped a piece into the soup as well, so i washed out its remains as well.
the cheese had implanted taste spores into my mouth, and it was all i taste. i was distressed. how was i to escape the cheeseness?
i found a little pudding in the fridge and used it to wash out my mouth, since there was no juice to do the job, because i'm out.
the pudding, was delish.
still.
can't. wait. to go grocery shopping.
moral of the story: if a food item is bad in its most raw form, chances are the food item will continue to be spoiled even if you melt it and slather it with salad dressing.
do no eat moldy cheese.

don't know how cheese will ever make it up to me now when i have been so gravely let down.

on the other foot. i have decided i love my class schedule. i have all these random classes on subjects i just love and it's all so open, making room for me to have ample animating time.

monday: geology
tuesday: history of opera, history of alternative animation
wednesday: freeee! nothing! hoorah!
thursday: master works shakespeare
friday: advanced animation

i also have an animation independent study going on as well so i can maintain my 18 credits i love so much.

i had shakespeare class today. i love it! we're reading hamlet, which i've read before, but this teacher has all sorts of fun things to say about it.
ie: hamlet is like the perpetual grad student. little pot belly, he's spilled coffee on himself, smells like cigarettes and wants to sit around and engage people in word play.

har! and here i had been picturing an elongated version of filmic draco malfoy as the annoying prince, now i have a whole new view... hamlet is ignatius... not poodle ignatius, but "confedracy of the dunces" ignatius. this revelation has made the play a wholly new and differently experience.
then also, i don't know if i'm more perverse now than when i read hamlet- but when the class goes into the sexual connotations of some of the phrases ie-> the canker (worm) who borrows into the rose. i nearly faint!
the rose?
the worm?
it might just be my highly perverted art history education i have partaken of, but grief!
anyhow. besides classes i have also decided to be proactive about my future and have begun the quest of intership searching. i went to the co-op office today and told them what i was in search of: animation internship whatever, over the summer, off campus. the lady asked where i would like to off campus, i know there is nothing for me in my hometown in the venue i want so i said california. she asked, la? i said sure.
pay no mind i really don't have a place to live out in la. i have family out there yes, but do they really want me living with them? i don't know. do i have a car? no.
whatever. let's get an internship first, then worry about the details.
anyway, wouldn't it be neat? getting a little non-paid work? ^^' heh heh... uh... but maybe it would be storyboarding or something! -or more likely office work and pouring coffee, same dif!
it should be neat. i have to refurbish my resume.
anyhow. speaking of working, i best. talk to you later.

suddenly i was @ 08:16 pm

saturday, february 1, 2003

ah, i have a little moment before i run off to do errands so i figured i would write here! ho ho ho. i never do, but god bless it, i'm just so boring!
actually i don't really have a moment, i am just listening to the coolest version of "abuction from the seraglio" by mozart on the radio and it's almost over and i don't want to miss it!!
today is my friend's birthday... hmm. i have many birthdays in january and february. lots of aquarians.
yesterday i had the best lunch hour i had ever had in my entire school history. i was supposed to meet my old roommate so she could tell me about her trip to thailand. in class however, i invited my present day roommate to join me. we went upstairs and sat at a table. then a girl came from our animation class and asked if she could join us, we said certainly she could.
the my animation teach rambled by, he also asked to join us, the three of us said "sure" though i admit i was beginning to wonder where my old roommate was going to sit...
then off the elevator comes my friend who now currently lives with my old roommate- "hello!" i exclaimed, and she too joined us.
at this point i was really wondering where my original party was- when! off of the elevator she came with two more friends she had run into and asked to lunch as well.
in the end we ended up taking up three tables, i was running between all the conversations, but ironically never really talked to my old roommate!
in the elevator, after lunch, when we were all going back to class i told her, "it was great talking to you" and she responded, "i'm so glad we could have spent this time together."
har har.

i bought some daffodils at the store yesterday as well. hello flowers! daffoldils are my favourite.

suddenly i was @ 03:36 pm

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