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And this is why I hate going home...
Monday, 6 February 2006 07:39Imagine, I've come home Saturday night, so I can go the the ballet with Dad for DANC128 on Sunday afternoon. The 'rents suggested I bring home my laundry, so I have, with the hydrogen peroxided sheets in a plastic bag inside. When we get home, I explain to Dad, who is the house Laundry Master, that one of my sheets got...stained, and it's wet, but the stain's already been removed. Dad, of course, inquires where the stain came from, and once I tell him that it wasn't from my period, he fails to take the next logical step, and gets pissy when I get cryptic and stammery.
Oh, I love my family.
(To be fair, when my father complains to Mom about it, my mother got it in one, and then had a hilarious silent conversation conveying details to Dad. But really, people.)
In other news, the ballet yesterday was good, I suppose, but Grand Ballet really isn't my thing. The whole thing was visually exquisite, dancing, sets, and costumes, and Mercutio and Juliet were awesome, but Romeo had trouble catching and carrying Juliet, which was distracting (as were the dead bodies that moved, but that's something else). The "plot" (loose usage leik whoa, man) of the ballet was rather different from the play (they kept the basic, basic plotline up through the deaths but changed a lot around in the middle and took away the moral of the story; Casey would be furious), but it was to be expected, though I didn't like it. Ballet has its own conventions and rules and whatnot, and I kept looking at it from a theatrical point of view and confusing myself ("Why are all those people just standing there, and why are they moving? So distracting!). On the up side, I certainly have lots to write about for class!
Alright, back to form-making and my modern rewrite of Oepdipus Rex. Oedipus Inc., anyone? Teehee.
Oh, I love my family.
(To be fair, when my father complains to Mom about it, my mother got it in one, and then had a hilarious silent conversation conveying details to Dad. But really, people.)
In other news, the ballet yesterday was good, I suppose, but Grand Ballet really isn't my thing. The whole thing was visually exquisite, dancing, sets, and costumes, and Mercutio and Juliet were awesome, but Romeo had trouble catching and carrying Juliet, which was distracting (as were the dead bodies that moved, but that's something else). The "plot" (loose usage leik whoa, man) of the ballet was rather different from the play (they kept the basic, basic plotline up through the deaths but changed a lot around in the middle and took away the moral of the story; Casey would be furious), but it was to be expected, though I didn't like it. Ballet has its own conventions and rules and whatnot, and I kept looking at it from a theatrical point of view and confusing myself ("Why are all those people just standing there, and why are they moving? So distracting!). On the up side, I certainly have lots to write about for class!
Alright, back to form-making and my modern rewrite of Oepdipus Rex. Oedipus Inc., anyone? Teehee.
