FOO FIGHTERS
i caught on fire
on the way there.
now i can cross that goal off the list...
don't worry mom. i stepped on a pile of charcoal embers in a parking lot and one stuck to the bottom of my shoe and i made pretty sparks as i walked. alex and i noticed right away. so i stopped and picked it up and put it in my pocket. nice souvenir. ;) oh wait. i didn't even have pockets... oh well.
tweeter center is a cool venue. apparently when it gets warmeroutside the back wall opens up to a grass hill. niiiiiiiiice.
we missed most of the opening bands. the first one completely cuz i poorly planned my audition time. (btw my audition sucked but i am over it). the second, the transplants, was bad so we wandered and looked at old posters.
but then we come to the foo who rock hard. and switch it up.
"what do you do when all your enemies are [french]?"
yeah pretty much i would kiss dave grohl.
i shall be modeling my new t shortly. *read: tomorrow*
wooooooooooooooooooooohooooooooooooooooooo yeayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

i don't think anyone reads this anymore

sunburn. just a scoatch.

miles, the house manager for the wilma, let me in to see the closing show of big love for free. i sat right in the front row.
socially and politically messaged, it was about these 50 grecian sisters who, on their shared wedding day, flee to italy to avoid their pre-arranged marriages to their cousins. they are taken in as refugees by the owner of the land they come upon, but come to realize that they cannot avoid these fellows who track them down. after the re-commencement of the ceremony despite their opposition, the women band together to form a society of their own and play by their own rules.
first off, the set was incredible. and the writing/directing/acting was very shocking and exaggerated: not quite over- to absurdity, but enough to rise above realism to serious comedy. i say this because they went to a lot of effort to take risks and do things out of the ordinary, for example...
straight off the first woman that walks on-stage disrobes from her tattered wedding gown and drops nekked into a pool of water. this immediately set the tone for the audience: you need an open frame of mind cuz this ain't yo average scenario.
the front fifth of the stage was a big foam mat that at certain times the actors hurled themselves upon during fits of anger. i thought this was a clever device; it reminded me of something we might do in an acting class. this is where the characters made realizations while they let go of their inhibitions.
one of the guys hurled circular saw blades into the proscenium.
i don't want to give anything away. the climax was great. it made me cry. and that takes something phenominal. but from then on it was awkward and rough. so i didnt get a good bawl... cuz the emotion was cut. it wasn't quite falling action, but dragged out. just ick.
but i still like it overall because they did some different things and i think the messages are timeless, cliché in some places, but a lot of them apply to today's world status.
oh and btw, miles didn't warn me that i was sitting in the splash zone. at one point a woman throws tomatos down on the stage floor, which was knee level for me, and i was included in a little spray to the face. refreshing. tasty.

"In this society, we look to the outside for just about everything: love, entertainment, well-being, self-worth and health. We stare into the TV set instead of speaking of our own dreams, wait for a vacation instead of appreciating each day, watch the clock rather than listen to our hearts. Every livelong day we are bombarded with realities from the outside world, seemingly nonstop. Phones, car alarms, pills, coffee, beepers, ads, radios, elevator music, fax machines, gunshots, bright lights, fast cars, airplanes overhead, computer screens, sirens, alcohol, newspapers. One hardly has the opportunity to look inside for love and peace and other nice things like that."
-muscio

... and more and more and more AND MORE
photos.
last night was black-tie gaybingo. my uncle invited matt and i again. oooooooooh we had fun. matt, mr. hott stuff, got hit on by almost everybody, got some phone numbers. eeeeek.
quotes of the evening:
"ooh bronzy"
"we're muralless"
"i'm going to need to see some i.d."
"so how old are you guys anyway"
"he's hot!... so is he your boyfriend?" "no, he's gay" "does he have a boyfriend?" "no... uh" "i wanna ask him out on a date"
"tortel.li..nis.... oh no"
"whoa. tmi"
"and then he stuck it on me"
"if i took one, i wouldn't know what to do with it. i'd probably give it to you" "and then i'd give it to my uncle" "it's just one vicious cycle"
"i have to wear this again tomorrow"

i'm going picture crazy. a couple new ones in kids, from tues night. we went to chris' jazz club. on the way home we saw some wackos on the street that made us laugh. i put them and this one i took today in the philly page. i was inspired. the trees are pretty now. yesssssssssss.

as i wrote in my lj (if you haven't noticed, i am dr. jekyl and mr. hyde)... ive been thinking about my no religion. i have discovered that i am swaying between secular humanism and buddhism. yeah...

spent sunday with joanna and her family. i realize now that i forgot to take a pic of myself. i was darn cute. but, i did get a couple of joanna and she is always cuter, so whaddyagonnado? then of course there are the other random shots that i had to make a new page/folder for cuz they are not of philly.
scenic. artsy. interesting. bored. take your pick.

ok im spent. naptime.

(5:48) ps. right after i woke up i decided to take a pic of me to update and compensate for the lack of me in pictures yesterday. enjoy.

oh forgot to tell you that sean and i saw a homeless guy peeing on a light pole in the middle of the day right on broad st.

i nearly got hit by a police car today. grrr. i had the right of way as a pedestrian and him turning into me and making me stop cuz he was a moron was cool - in its not coolness.

can't wait to get all dressed up tomorrow and spend easter with jo and her family at her grandma's. i bought a bouquet of flowers (gerber daisies!) for her grandma, but i realize now that they are pathetic looking and am embarrassed to give them. but it is the thought that counts... ugh... and being cliché at the same time? yuck.

CONGRADULATIONS TO DAD. no more evilboeingmonster for you. I LOVE YOU

the uarts luau was oooh-wow boring. they had grill problems so you knew who wanted the food by who stuck around for at least two hours! yup. me! in the meantime i made sean keep me company and we participated in the limbo contest (that boy is freakishly gumby), were partners for the 3-legged-race, and did the spoon/ball race - seany won that one and got a $20 gift card to tower! so once i got my fill, we went and purchased the last five years soundtrack/score/whatchamacallit and i'm going to copy it.
have i really been walking around this city for almost 8 months without any form of pepperspray or whistle? i have my cell phone that i use when it gets extra-shady, keys that i could use for stabbage, and i know the thumb to the eye trick. plus i can run like hell. i just thought of this cuz i was thinking about how dangerous it would be if i let myself get used to the creeps that walk around and say things like "hey girlfriend" to me as i stupidly pass between him and his buddy. i am usually good about watchin ahead and crossin the street, or swerving around them. you can tell who the city-dwellers are by their lack of eye-contact with other people; i am one of these people.
don't worry tho

woke up at 6:30 to wait in line for registration that didn't open until 9. some of the classes i wanted were closed or cancelled, but i'm pretty satisfied.
Mon: 5:30pm Brazilian dance (note that this is my only class!)
Tues: 8:00 Recording (this ass-crack of dawn makes up for my mon), 1:00 Modernism II, 2:30 Theater history
Wed: 10:00 Theater management, 1:00 Arts of the media, 4:00 Freshmen film
Thurs: 8:30 Mat class, 2:30 Theater history
Fri: 10:00 Theater management, 1:00 Modernism II
so my weekend starts at 2:30 on friday and ends 5:30pm on mon! woohoo

pics of future roomie #1, jo. none of steph as of yet

and gina pointed out that the joie de vivre hotel is being advertised in the banner up top. i think there is some keyword bannering going on round here.

yay the blog is fixed.

i walked like a crazy fool today. five hours straight. it was SUCH nice day. 80 degrees? oof. so great. no script analysis on tuesdays anymore. went to superfresh for groceries, then back, then up to terra, collected sean, went to the fruit lady, then to the bellevue, then to spruce again, then around in circles until we decided to go to rita's way down on south street, then i realized i was supposed to meet jo and steph. so then we met them and went to burlington house, then to ritas, making shopping stops along the way. i bought a new belt for $5. SpaRkLeS. then came back to spruce with jo and made yummy cheese raviolis. and then she had to run to catch her train.

::whimper:: blogger won't let me update the template (all the other stuff besides these posts). it keeps showing me what it looked like about a month ago. i'll give it some time but i have things i wanna change.

morgan, matt says i'm an orchid

Phenominal day.
i slept well.
woke up about 1.
sunny day.
showered, shaved.
wore shorts, cami, and flip flops to the park to read (although was not free of the usual cat calls and whistles from bums).
came back and chilled.
called mel d. to cast my vote for the playwright's project (the play judging i had done for credit in my script analysis class. i picked heroes' feast).
got ready last minute to go see the tempest for which i got a free ticket.
recognized the name of the lighting designer, in the program, as the woman i worked a little with in working... the musical, janet embree.
saw lary moten and other actors that i recognized from the playwright's project. lary gave me a yummy peppermint stick :)
during the show, the character caliban layed down in my lap.
gave them a standing ovation. ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS I'VE SEEN. EVERYTHING WAS EXCELLENT.
hung with lary afterward and schmoozed a little with other artists. shook hands with brian anthony wilson.
got invited to drinks, but declined.
came back safely and just feel satisfied with how i am wedging my way into the industry.

NO. i just saw a mouse in my room. it aws cute. i always expected city rodents would be like bad ass rats.

i've thought about it and i've already decided.
a. i would use a humane trap, but then i don't know where i would release it...
b. i will not use a snap trap
c. i am sure that it has been here for awhile, judging by its size, and i haven't died or had a problem yet
so therefore, i will not trap it. if someone else doesn't like it, then it is their problem.
::le sigh::

i happened upon an abandoned fortune, from a cookie, laying in the hall, so i adopted it for myself. it was true.
¡incredíble! i only have to go to my script analysis class on fridays, rather than tuesdays as well. it is such a strange class.
the "sota at 20: a celebration" was disappointing. some of the performances were parker, but overall it was just poor. it was one big inside joke and don't get me started on the tech. SOUND WAS ::shudder:: EMBARASSING.
plus, there are people in town that are auditioning for the school, but i don't think they will come away with a very high opinion of the school's output. but then again, i helped with these auditions and these people were not prepared at all so who knows.
i contacted the place i applied at for a summer job (muhlenberg in allentown) and they said that i wasn't included in the first batch of contracts they sent out, but on the 19th they'll send out a second round if they don't fill up the possitions and i can expect to get one then. yeeee. cross your fingers for me.
a fun little note. i complemented nan, the assistant director of the theater dept., on her lovely marcasite jewelry. i just love the gem and told her how it is one of my favorites and i am going to own some someday. later, i saw her at the sota show and she said, "which piece do you want?" i said, oooh the necklace; she took it off and put it on me to wear for the night. hehehehe that was fun. then i saw her today at auditions and i thanked her again and she said, "you know what hun, i'm going to give it to you because i hardly ever wear it." ♥ she is so silly. i love her to pieces. if she really brings it in and gives it to me, i won't know what to do. i can't accept that? oh wow.

and mr. mccourt? i have felt your pain, but i think i am getting better.

look what i started, from 3,000 miles away no less... a pudding fight!! although i didn't get to participate, morgs sent me a pic which makes me happy. i put it in ah, kids
:)

matthew, my favorite book as a child is out of print too. mine is amos: the story of an old dog and his couch by seligson.

interestingish day.
after neutral (mask)(but we dont seem to use masks), went to the internship/job fair at our school. sadly the highlight was the campbell's stand where i scored 2 jars of prego sauce and 3 bottles of v8 splash.
then it was on to see this waysupercoolawesome japanese touring company that performed at uarts. how about vicky and i just about wet ourselves in our second row seats with the opening and closing numbers with like 20 guys and drums. our seats rumbled. it was waaaaay better than sitting on a washing machine :). intense.
then we ran (i use the term lightly... vicky and her short legs) back to spruce: ran to the aids fund so i can pick up flyers: ran to costumes class.
went to the merriam and played/practiced piano longer than usual, which makes my hands tired of typing right now
ran back to spruce for food
ran back to the merriam for piano class
met jo afterward and talked while she ate food. now what am i going to do? she wants me to live with her and stephanie next year. they're looking at 3 bedroom places that would be cheaper than the 2 bedroom places vicky and megan are. ack. well i look at it this way, i haven't signed any contracts with either. i'm gonna go for my best offer cuz they all seem like my kinda people, but ya never know til ya live with em. then you really find out. who'd a thunk that people would be asking me to live with them? and her house house is practically neighbors with uncle jb. and eeeek she reminded me that i have a month until the "summer." what am i gonna do?
came back to spruce. went down to the student lounge and watched requiem for a dream. that s**t is f*****d up yo. and now i am cold because the lounge is a freezerbox.
and here you find me. well, me with a little ice cream in my tummy. ::bliss::

ps webmd says "Viral conjunctivitis usually runs its course in one to two weeks. It does not respond to antibiotics." so, anyday now, right? it's been a week.

this must be the longest ive gone without wearing eye make-up since i was 12.

and a little HAHA to all you suckers that thought the patrick swayze thing was an april fools joke. looks like the joke's on you. mmmmhm.
oof he has a nice ass!
he (and his wife and someother guy) talked about his career, the decisions he has made, and where they have gotten him. way to be patty for speaking to such a crowd despite your discomfort with such things. i'd say it was worthwhile. can we say group picture? like all 9473573984732 of us that were in the dance studio with him. shhh dont tell the fire marshall.
oh and how about afterward - paris went to the men's room to change for a class and mr. swayze comes in. that was great.
thinkin im gonna see the independent film they star in showing at the prince tonight: one last dance.

yup. snow.

i'm about ready to pull a king lear with my eyes.

is it seriously supposed to snow tomorrow? i just bought new flip flops today.

went to the doc today. yeah that's right, i got my butt outta bed at 9, was showered and hiked over there to be 40 mins early and then sit around for another 20. then the doc said, "yup, you have an old fashioned case of pink eye. i think it's viral (as opposed to bacterial) and there aren't any good antibiotics for that, so no meds for you and it should clear up in a week. don't infect anyone, k?bye."
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
so for my sanity, i might just go with it if people ask me if i'm high, rather than explain how i am diseased and contageous. don't get me wrong, i will take precautions so they don't get it... ::fiendish grin:: ::wink::

it is so hard to watch the show Hack, because:
a. it is slow and needs some ooof
b. i get caught up in, hey, i walk down that street everyday... oh and there's the corner of such and such
c. the times when i know one of the actors cuz i see him almost everyday make me not believe the character
the show is ruined for me because i am tainted. by the industry. by my daily life.
oh well. lol.

so Johnnie's episode of Hack comes on tomorrow. it was delayed cuz of the.... yeah

um, how about i have pink eye. did i not predict that i was going to be sick within a week? yup. i called it on sun.

i love that it has happened enough that i am used to the filming going on outside. on my street. on my block. where i walk. that i don't feel the need to chill outside, gawking.

apartment hunting is exciting.

aaaaand patrick swayze. need i say more? ok. he's supposedly coming to my school for a q&a... that IM GOIN TO ATTEND. and i'm going to hug him and and and

scheduling: i pretty much will have a four day weekend next year! HA.
classes i'm hoping to get into: brazillian dance, recording, poetry writing workshop, art of the media, freshmen film, and mat class
classes i'm guaranteed: theater management and theater history

i did NOT just think a pigeon was cute...

but oh its coloration was lovely

ps. no sign of hives yet

i had the evil sweater dry cleaned at least a week ago and finally built up the nerve to wear it today for a few hours. i am a little itchy, but no sign of hives yet; we'll see if i am just being a hypochondriac. so if i die in my sleep, don't bother with forensics.