highrise living for a joke like me

Plan for tomorrow is to try to get to the DMV and renew my learner's permit. Then a job interview (OMG help), and then shopping for underwear and possibly some nicer shirts. I've got maybe four shirts that are nice and can be worn in polite company, and even if I don't get this job, I'm going to need more than that. We'll see what happens.

Tuesday, I'm going to be meeting up with despiojarse12, and possibly allandaros and kashmir_ki_kali, for tea. I haven't seen despiojarse12 since last summer, when he and another friend met me near our old high school while I was taking driver's ed. I miss seeing that crew every day, I really do.

Since I finished my Trek: OS rewatch, I've now started a TNG rewatch. As much as OS amused me, TNG is still my first love. I was literally raised on it: it started the year I was born, and I grew up watching a blend of TNG and Sesame Street. It definitely explains why I'm warped.

Also, I'm almost done already with the cross stitch I'm making for Mum's birthday next month. Once it's done, I'm going to have pictures of the process, and I think I'll even be able to convince one of the boys to take pictures while I wash and frame it. It's very pretty. :D

And now, to bed.

Mum decided to treat the invalid, so she took me out to the Retro Tea Room for high tea. (Little-known fact: one of the defining moments of my childhood was going to the Crooked Tea House in Windsor, UK, and having high tea for the first time with my folks.) Mum had black tea flavoured with blackberry and sage and I had a strawberry kiwi fruit tisane (herbal), with crustless sandwiches (cucumber, date and walnut, tuna, etc), scones with lemon curd and Devonshire clotted cream, fruit tarts, digestive biscuits (plain cookie, good with lemon curd), and a cookie assortment. And we wore hats! It was lots of fun; I felt like a six-year-old playing dress up, but in a good way.

Got a bit of a hair cut, too. Just got the split ends trimmed, but even with that the whole mess goes down to my waist now. When did that happen?

Also, to the editors of my theatrical anthology and the external reading I'm doing: it is not cute to take a text written in Old or Middle English and only modernise bits of it and leave the rest with the original crackpot spelling and vernacular. Yes, you're all affected and shit, but, ywis, noonee likes ain afecteed persone. Feh.

Randomness:

Did a Colorgenics profile. ( Is creepy when these things get it right: )

Is worth doing if you're bored.

Also, for you educationally-minded folks, go sign the Million Voices, One Right petition for a higher quality of education in US public schools. Five minutes to sign, and it's a damn good cause.

(and I apologise for the smattering of British English spellings; I get like that when I've had too much tea)

*headdesk*

Or, considering where I'm sitting, *headmattress*

For those of you wondering, I wasn't at the Alumni Reception today because I had work. Yes, work. Work, where I sat around for almost two hours, hauled podiums for an entirely different event than the one I was there for, sat around for another hour, set up the delivered food for the reception I was actually working, watched people eat for two hours, and then cleaned up after them. I so do not get paid enough for this. Though I did get lots of quality reading time in, between the dead hours at work, the 40 minute bus ride, and the 45 minutes spent waiting for Dad to pick me up. For you RM-ites, I plan to visit in January.

I'm taking off the rest of break because transportation to work is just a bitch. I'm also taking off the first six weeks of the semester to assistant stage manage Crucible for the Department of Theatre, thus beginning my training as a stage manager; more details on that as they come in. Shows are the first two weekends of March; if you're in town, you should come see it. Professional-grade production, $7 a ticket (if you convince them you're a student; I can hook you up), what could be bad?

In other news, I've been home since Tuesday night, and it's so nice to have my own room (even though my brother practically lives in here to have access to the computer), a bathroom I only have to share with one other person, consister shower water temperature, adjustable heat, free laundry, and access to real food all day long. Plus, I got my wireless connection working again, with the assistance of a very nice gentleman at Gateway. Ah, this is the life.

Also, to clarify for those who might be confused by things I've said recently, I appear to be back in the bi camp. Basically, it can be blamed on Mark from down the hall, who does his laundry in his boxers, and some 2a navel-gazing. Also, I as sorta kinda involved with a guy who lives on the floor beneath me, though it's nothing serious. One cool thing about dorm life: visiting people at 3a.

By the way, don't even talk to me about academics. It's bad, people, and it's mostly my fault, but I so do not want to talk about it.

Links of Note:

Pictures of Tai Shan, the baby panda. Click the link and scroll down to "Tai Shan" to see the adorable photos.

Hogwarts Exams: 50 question trivia tests on each of the first five Harry Potter Books. I averaged a 95% on each; can you do better?

Scarves N Hats 2005: a complete list of my scarvesnhats entries, with in-fic dates.

And, ( as if I weren't confused enough already... )

Some time today (2p, we think) they will be breaking ground (for the second time; go figure) at my (old) high school to begin construction of the new building on the (sinkhole-ridden) football field. Though I can't go to the actual event and throw flowers (or bricks. . .they could use them), the fact that it's today is making me a bit nostalgic. I'm going to have to come back in the fall with a camera and take pictures of the (hunk of junk) campus, because if they actually go through with the construction this time, the building will be gone soon. And as much as we bitch about it (and almost don't get re-certified by Middle States becasue of it), my RM experience would not have been the same without it.

One of the most memorable things of my freshman year was absolutely trying to figure out how that labyrinthine building came together. There was one staircase (the one that led into the gym wing) that I didn't realize when both up and down until second semester of my freshman year. This was still when I was using that Gods-forsaken rolling backpack. I used to get through the crush where the hallways come together in front of the IB office using that backpack and a lot of elbowing. I learned a lot of curse words that first year (not that I didn't know them already, mind you. . .).

Where else do you have classrooms within classrooms, so that when you come in late you have two full classes staring at you, instead of one? Where else do you have the county's best drama troupe working with a stage that has no backstage, no fly-system, and seating that you can't use because almost 1/3 of it lets the audience see into the wings? Where else do you have to go outside to get to some classes, and then have them taught in the cafeteria, the auditorium lobby, and stairwells when it's not safe to go outside?

Where else do you have lunch on the floor because the cafeteria's too small to house one grade, much less all four? Some of my best memories come from sitting on the floor outside of the 118 computer lab, chatting about religion, politics, Star Trek, and school work with any number of people, both the lunch group staples like JP and Shagun and the transient types like Ersin and Correll. I'll have to get used to eating at a table again, that's for sure.

I never did get a chance to sled down the hill to the S rooms, or take a picture of the yellow paint toilet in the ladies' room by the home ec hall. There are still parts of that building that I forget exist when I'm not thinking about them (the hoome ec hall, for one, or the math rooms next to the gym or the shop building). Like this parentheses-filled essay-thing, this building is full of surprises. Sinkholes and asbestos-like insulation, yes, but also little hidden bits you can only find if you know where to look.

Ta, RM, I know I'll be missing you. *salutes and hums Taps*

Mm, I have finally graduated. I got to wear my fabulous dress, wear a cap and gown, and got the damn diploma! But, has it sunk in? You can bet your ass that it hasn't!

And I beat Sam at pool at Nick's party, which is amusing.

Oh, and Sam? You may feel the need to kill me, but only if I don't kill you first. We need to talk, boyo.

Tonys last night were amazing. I am so madly in love with Hugh Jackman, it's not even funny. Except to Shagun, but she finds every odd thing I do amusing beyond belief. Watching the Tonys over the phone with her rocked most hard (to quote my strange little brother), including squeeing over various things on cue. And and and Spamalot won for best musical *cheers*, which means we have to go up and see it before the original cast disperses. And I finally got to hear Hugh sing and see him dance *swoons*. Add to that the sheer homosexuality of the whole event (the Cagelle dancers, the number of non-straight couples who kissed when one of them got an award, etc) and you have one happy Ilana.

Eliza's party was great fun, as well. We so need to hang out more. But the brat was being a total pest, even for him. Which was odd, because he got to stay with his best friends last night. *shrug* Teenagers.

Also saw the first three episodes of season 1 of Stargate SG1. But the damn video store doesn't have any of the other seasons. If anyone can put their hands on the discs and loan them to me so I can watch them, I will love them forever.

Oh, and Celebriel? I'm being paranoid. Next time we hang out, remind me to talk to you about my hair.

The music part of the CD now exists in its complete form. Burninators -- you know who you are -- expect an e-mail before the end of the day with your instructions to take over the world -- I mean, burn the CDs. *hides plans for world domination*

[edit] The messages are sent. If you haven't already, Burninators, go look for them. [/edit]

In other news, being female sucks. The only time I am convinced that creationism is correct is times like these. God obviously got lazy by the time sHe got to us, because sHe gave us intelligence and said "They can fix the plumbing problems and the pain themselves" and then crawled off to sleep. Adam and Eve obviously woke Hir up early, which is why God was so bitchy with them. . .Need I continue? *crawls off to bed with a bottle of Advil and a book*

I'm officially done with all my school work (after hauling in to do stuff yesterday, but now I seem to be ill or something. *kicks immune system*

Neeli's arangetram today was amazing. Just amazing. She was beautiful, the costumes were spectacular, the dancing was beyond spectacular. Twelve years of dance really paid off, it seems. And I got to wear my Indian outfit (thank you, Celebriel), so that was cool, too.

And, CD people (you know who you are. . .), check you e-mail.

So slept until like 11a (after waking up at 5:45a without the alarm)

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