Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Many thanks to whatever minor deity who arranged for my play practice to get cancelled. 2 to 3 hours of my life have been returned to me (though they will be taken away again sometime this weekend)... This is good, because I can now use that time to a) get a massage from a friend, b) start work on my English paper, and c) get more sleep than planned. Rock!
So often I hit on a few songs or an artist that I get stuck on for awhile. Current obsession: Beulah.

The really nice thing about my iPod is that as I listen to stuff walking around campus, I tend to listen to the lyrics more. Hence my newfound deep love (as opposed to my previous deep like) for "A Good Man is Easy to Kill," "Popular Mechanics for Lovers," and "Gravity's Bringing Us Down."

I know he knocks you off your feet,
You’re so bitter; you think he’s sweet.
Well he’s wrong for you, I swear.

Did you forget to read the script?
There was never a role for him.
It was always you and me, just me

Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now.

I know you never felt romance,
And we always lack suspense -
I can edit those parts out.

I never made you feel complete,
I would fall beneath your feet.
I would never bring you down, so down.

Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now.

Just because he loves you too -
He wouldn't ever take a bullet for you.
Don’t believe a word he says -
He wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you.

I heard he wrote you a song -
But so what.
Some guy wrote 69,
And one just ain’t enough.

And there’s no sense in him trying -
I know cuz I’ve been
Trying all the time to find something that would make you mine.
But all I ever find my love
Are clichés that don’t rhyme.

Popular mechanics for broken hearts could help me now.

Just because he loves you too -
He wouldn't ever take a bullet for you.
Don’t believe a word he says -
He wouldn't ever cut his heart out for you.


Beulah, "Popular Mechanics for Lovers"

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Okay, so my life for the next week or so...

Tonight: Finish playwriting stuff for tomorrow.

Wed: RA lunch, 12-1 pm; playwriting, 1-4 pm; choir, 7:15-10 pm; play practice, 10-1 am

Thurs: Work at library, 10-12 pm; PoR class, 1:15-2:30 pm; RA evalution 3-? pm; radio show 6-8 pm (time changed so I can go to next event!); middle school dance themed study break, 9:30-11:30 pm

Fri: Costume design lab, 2-4 pm; meet with director of student play about costumes, 4-4:30 pm; choir concert, 6:30-? pm

Sat: See Senior Company show, 2 pm; Jamboree, 8 pm?

Sun: Choir in Chester, 4:15-? pm

Mon: Dress rehearsal, 9-midnight

Tues: PoR class, 1:15-2:30; call for play, 7 pm; play performance, 8-8:30

Wed: Playwriting, 1-4 pm; play, 7-8:30 pm; celebrate 21st birthday

Thurs: Costume design, 9-noon; December housing lottery, 5 pm; murder mystery dinner, 6-9 pm

Fri: Die, then revive self to do work for papers, finals, etc.
So I think what I really want in life is just a personal masseuse to follow me around, giving me massages all day. On a very related note, a combination of Wink and moving heavy objects have left my shoulders and pecs in a very bad state. Owie.

Monday, November 28, 2005

I just woke up from a nice nap. Well, it was kind of nice. There was a dream within a dream thing going on, though, and it was kind of unsettling. When you can't even get away from your anxiety in your sleep, it's very very bad.

These next two weeks are going to eat me alive.
It's been awhile since I've posted song lyrics, but this song is really getting to me at the moment.

I broke free on a Saturday morning,
I put the pedal to the floor,
Headed north on Mills Avenue,
And listened to the engine roar.

My broken house behind me and good things ahead,
A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time.
Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking,
Ahhh listen to the engine whine.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.

I played video games in a drunken haze.
I was seventeen years young.
Hurt my knuckles punching the machines,
The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue.

And then Cathy showed up and we hung out,
Trading swigs from the bottle all bitter and clean.
Locking eyes, holding hands,
Twin high maintenance machines.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.

I drove home in the California dusk.
I could feel the alcohol inside of me.
Home.
Picture the look on my stepfather's face,
Ready for the bad things to come.

I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway.
The motor screaming out stuck in second gear.
The scene ends badly as you might imagine,
In a cavalcade of anger and fear.

There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.


- "This Year" by The Mountain Goats

Sunday, November 27, 2005

My elbows weep -- I have a stinging rug burn on each arm, plus a few scrapes on my knees. Really not that bad, just annoying. But Wink was fun and rather non-sketchy (though also rather small), so it's all good.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Blarg to just about everything, but most especially lack of sleep and boys.

So I thought I was developing a crush on someone, but I think it was more just me wanting to have someone to like, hopefully someone who would like me back. I've been single for 6 months now, the longest time for quite awhile. So yeah, I'm getting a little antsy. I don't need a boy, but dammit, I want one.

Of course, this is the time my omnipresent crush decides to intensify a little bit again, to which I can only say the following: "Damn it, I thought I was over you!" But apparently not, because really, that would be far too simple and drama-free.

Also, sonnets are currently the devil. By the end of today, however, I'm fairly sure the throne of hate will be usurped by opera. Packing and then traveling will soon follow.

I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving break, and I cannot wait until winter break. Oh precious sleep, how I miss you so...
I just registered for my classes for next semester. So, barring anything bizarre, my schedule for next semester is:

Mon: Production Dramaturgy, 1-4 pm
Tues: Theory of the Novel, 11:20-12:35 pm
Wed: Special Project in Playwriting, 1-4 pm, choir, 7-10 pm
Thur: Theory of the Novel, 11:20-12:35 pm
Fri: Nothing

My special project in design hasn't been scheduled yet, but it'll be either Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon, I think.

Off to write sonnets now, blarg.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

My feet currently hate me very, very much. For the first time in forever, I wore my shoes the entire time I was at a formal. So, owie. On the plus side, I had a lot of fun, got to be all pretty, and danced with all my girls (and some of the guys). It was good.

Now to re-hydrate myself and apologize dearly to my poor feet.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

So, tonight. Dinner - fun. Bookstore and ice cream - good times. Movie - great. The last one is debatable (many of my friends weren't overly impressed), but I rather liked it. Yay.

Off to tidy my room up and then perhaps do a bit of reading before bed.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Playlist:

* Explosions in the Sky - A Song for Our Fathers
Matt Sweeney and Bonnie “Prince” Billy - What Are You?
Low - Point of Disgust
Richard Ashcroft - The Drugs Don’t Work
The Cranberries - Liar (from Empire Records soundtrack)
Gary Jules - Mad World (from Donnie Darko soundtrack)
Tori Amos - Pretty Good Year
Sufjan Stevens - John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
The Weakerthans - (Hospital Vespers)
TV on the Radio - Mr. Grieves (a cappella version of a Pixies song)
* Doves - Black and White Town
# The Reputation - Bottle Rocket Battles
Friends Like These - What Emily Says
* The New Pornographers - Sing Me Spanish Techno
* Metric - Poster of a Girl
Portishead - Only You
Frou Frou - Psychobabble
Minus the Bear - The Game Needed Me
Sleater-Kinney - The End of You
Spike (from Buffy) - Rest in Peace (from Once More, With Feeling soundtrack)
Le Tigre - My My Metrocard
Ladytron - Seventeen
Enon - Leave it to Rust
Interpol - PDA
Irving - I Can’t Fall in Love
* Architecture in Helsinki - Spring 2008
Badly Drawn Boy - Another Pearl
Pavement - Kennel District
Communique - Drummer Boy
Belle & Sebastian - Get Me Away From Here, I’m Dying
* My Morning Jacket - It Beats 4 U

A bit of work tonight, dinner out and HP tomorrow, formal Saturday, various other things throughout the weekend. It will be very busy, will hopefully also be quite a bit of fun.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Today's weather: high of 70, thunderstorms likely. Tomorrow: high of 47, clear. Weather is wacky.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Yeah, so not much multitasking happened while I was watching Empire Records. I got one large drawing of an outfit done. Since the movie ended, I have done about 12 smaller sketches. They will get colored tomorrow, and I will also draw more. The men are getting all the attention this time; I'll redo some of the women if I get a chance.

My iPod is nearly full -- I'll have to start figuring out what I don't need on there, blarg.

Time for bed, so I can get up in like 4 hours and get ready to go to work. Whee!

Monday, November 14, 2005

So today was mostly good. Class was fine, I got to chat with people and that was nice, and I stole Erik away and made him have dinner with me and my friends. That was a lot of fun -- dinners are wonderful (lunches are too, usually, but dinners are consistently great). I seriously love my friends. It's sad that so many will be graduating at the end of this year. :(

That reminds me -- I was yet again thought to be a senior by a classmate. He confessed that it was at least in part due to my height.

Not much else to say. I need to get some work done tonight (drawings and such), and will probably get distracted by Empire Records (being shown in the lounge at 9 pm). As I've now seen the movie at least 2 or 3 times, however, I should be able to multitask.
One of those geeky moments: I'm writing a response paper when a phrase from another class pops up. I get the essay where the phrase appears, work that into the paper and use it to further the discussion.

Silly me.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

I didn't go see the musical today after all, because I slept. And slept. I did a little work too, but mostly I slept. It was nice; I needed it.

Time to actually get some work done before dinner, I think.
I'm feeling happy and cuddly. I just got back from a girls' night with a few friends. There were girly drinks and facials and silliness and so much more. It was wonderful, and just what I needed.

Now I'm off to bed. Much work is to be done tomorrow!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Slipping this in before the day is over: Happy birthday, Neil Gaiman. I really wish your visit to Swat last year hadn't been cancelled due to poor planning on our part.
Sensory memory is a weird thing - whenever I read about tattoos or the tattooing process, my lower back kind of tingles.
Playlist of the night:

Beulah - My Side of the City
TV on the Radio - The Wrong Way
* The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
The Futureheads - Man Ray
The Cure - Just Like Heaven
Enon - Shoulder
Le Tigre - Eau ‘d Bedroom Dancing
Bloc Party - Like Eating Glass
Pretty Girls Make Graves - Chemical, Chemical
# Shoplifting - Contrapuntal Prancing
* Metric - Monster Hospital
Sleater-Kinney - Step Aside
Ted Leo/Pharmacists - Heart Problems
# The Washdown - Confusion... (Confusion?)
The Natural History - Watch This House
* Tangiers - A Hundred Million Feathers’ Weight
Interpol - Evil
Death from Above 1979 - Romantic Rights
Fischerspooner - Emerge
Switchblade Symphony - Funnel
Nine Inch Nails and David Bowie - I’m Afraid of Americans
Pixies - Where is My Mind
Aphex Twin - Alberto Balsalm
Zeitmahl - Girl Unknown
Stereolab - Pack Yr Romantic Mind
Ladytron - Mu-Tron
* Styrofoam - Front to Back
Sneaker Pimps - Walking Zero
* Architecture in Helsinki - To and Fro
* Of Montreal - I Was Never Young
* Super Furry Animals - The Horn
* Rouge Wave - Love’s Lost Guarantee
On my way to bed now, but before I forget - I saw a fox on my way to campus today. When I first caught a glimpse of it, I thought it was a large and rather ugly cat. But no, it was a scraggly looking fox, who then crossed the road and disappeared.
I seem to have this karmic balance thing going on within myself. I cheered someone up last night, and then today I made someone cry. (Really, that sounds worse than it was... I think.) Anyway, so yeah. Last night I felt like a good person, this afternoon I felt horrible and mean, even though I just did what had to be done.

I am more awake now than I have been most of today, so that's good.

Off to do stuff that probably isn't work...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The ceiling, or perhaps the pipes, is doing something. Settling, perhaps. Whatever it is, it makes odd cracking noises. It makes me paranoid that the ceiling is going to cave in on me. (Laugh all you want, but it actually did happen a few years ago, on a different floor.)

Doing play-writing stuff right now... I got a late start and have gotten distracted many times since. I have the class exercises done, now I'm just working on the five page section of my one act play. I have just crossed onto page two, blarg.

A short nap may be in order... Man, I can't wait until Thursday afternoon -- I get to sleep! (And probably do some laundry, but oh well.)

Monday, November 07, 2005

I am no longer frustrated with the theatre department. In fact, I currently adore the theatre department. My meeting with the head of the department turned an otherwise horrible day into a good one.

I wore my steel-toed boots today so I would feel tough and strong and so that nothing would screw with me. The world laughed and messed with me anyway... I was running late this morning, so I decided to grab a bag lunch instead of going to Sharples. When I got there, there were no bag lunches left. I scurry off to print off things for class, stealing a sandwich from Robert on the way. I deal with printing things, then scurry back to Tarble to get yogurt. Such a good lunch. I then head to class, stopping by the English office to see if they had posted the list of people for the poetry workshop. They had. I was not on the list. Despair and frustration, but no time for tears -- it's off to class. I make it through two and a half hours of class without breaking down, then go to the design lab to look up possible replacement classes. Someone is working in there, so I can't cry there either. I finally make my way to Cornell and cry on Emily's shoulder (quite literally). And then I prep for my meeting with Allen.

This is where the day became good. To get my minor in theatre with a specialization in play-writing/dramaturgy, this is what I have left to take: Production Dramaturgy, Play-writing Special Project, and Performance Theory and Practice. That's it. Other design classes that I'm considering are just icing on the cake. The ease of getting this established was astounding, and then having Allen go on to talk and encourage me to do more design, to help with productions, etc... It was what I needed then, and it made me really, really happy. It was followed by a fun dinner (as dinners usually are when we have a table full of people), and my mood was greatly improved.

So. Here's the tentative schedule for next semester as of now:

Monday: Production Dramaturgy, 1-4 pm
Tuesday: Theory of the Novel, 11:20 am-12:35 pm
Wednesday: Play-writing, 1-4 pm, choir 7-10 pm
Thursday: Theory of the Novel, 11:20 am-12:35 pm
Friday: -

My other class is not yet scheduled, but it will be a design special project (i.e. I get credit for doing costume designs for two shows a student is doing next semester). So yeah. Three theatre, one English, a busy but hopefully happy me.

As for the rest of my time at Swat... (oh-so-tentative)

Senior fall: Shakespeare, Survey I: Beowulf to Milton, Performance Theory and Practice, x (where x may = Senior Company, may be something else)
Senior spring: Modernism: Theory and Fiction, culminating essay (0.5 credit requirement for my major), x, y, and maybe z (if I decide not to go for a 3.5 credit final semester, which is very tempting...)

x may = Production Ensemble I, or x+y may = the theatre history seminar, if it is available. If I can take the seminar, I will probably do so, because if I do that and Senior Company the semester before and they let me count the design special project for the Advanced Design credit... Well, then I'd have a major. But that seems unlikely. As it is, if I do the design project next semester and then some other design credit the next year, I would basically have a design specialization in addition to my play-writing/dramaturgy one. That would be neat.

At the same time, hopefully one of the open classes in my remaining semesters will take the form of a class I can count towards my creative writing emphasis. This would take the form of either the poetry workshop or fiction workshop offered my senior spring, or some other sort of arrangement that I devise with Nat (classes at Bryn Mawr or Haverford perhaps?)

Appealing classes at Bryn Mawr: Short Fiction I, Creative Nonfiction, Screenwriting, Writing for Children. There are also some classes at Haverford, but they don't sound as interesting. Also, do you really expect me to pass up a class that could be like WFC, Part 2? I think not.

Now time to do more work for costume design. Yay sketches and watercolor pencils...

Sunday, November 06, 2005

So much frustration with the theatre department right now! Seriously, the requirements and figuring out how to meet them? Not always an easy task, especially when you choose the lessthan clear cut focus of play-writing/dramaturgy.

What's dramaturgy, you ask? Why, there's a lovely bit of information on that right here! At the very least, read the bit about being a literary manager. That's the job I read a description for, in internship form, that made me go "I must get a minor in theatre so I can get a job like this." Kind of a bit like dealing with a glorified slush pile (which, honestly, is another job that sounds oddly appealing to me), but with plays. Nifty.

Anyway, back to grumpiness with the theatre department. So, in many ways, linking play-writing and dramaturgy together makes a great deal of sense. But it makes dealing with the requirements funny. One of the requirements is either play-writing workshop, production dramaturgy, or directing I. Okay, fine. But later on, there's a requirement for a focus in dramaturgy that requires the production dramaturgy class -- which I haven't taken because I took play-writing instead. So, now comes the issue of how to achieve a concentration in play-writing/dramaturgy that does not ignore the play-writing (by not taking the workshop) while still getting the requirements filled without too much excess. Because I am planning on taking the dramaturgy course anyway, but having it basically thrust upon me is frustrating, as it makes it another credit tacked onto what is already a 7 credit minor. I have 4 credits right now, 3 semesters in which to get the others. Doable, but frustrating with possible scheduling conflicts and the need to make sure I get all the credits for my major.

Also, the idea of a focus on play-writing/dramaturgy implies, to me, the option of doing more with the play-writing stuff. But you need 3 classes, it seems, in your specialization, but there are only 2 play-writing courses - the workshop and the special project. So that means you have to take at least some dramaturgy, but that leads back to needed to take a course in the requirement bracket that was already dealt with. Unless there's some sort of loophole where for the more play-writing focused bit you can count that dramaturgy class as your 3rd course in place of Production Ensemble I (the course that is needed for dramaturgy concentration -- and therefore, it would seem, the play-writing/dramaturgy specialization -- and requires the dramaturgy class to get in).

Anyway, I'm frustrated. But I'm meeting with the head of the department tomorrow, so hopefully things will become more clear then. At the very least, he should be able to tell me when Performance Theory and Practice is next offered -- another class I need.

Blarg!
Today was basically swallowed up in a happy dose of fiction and discussion on writing. Four Swarthmore alums - Adam Haslett '92, Yongsoo Park '94, Chris Castellani '94, and Joe Gangemi '92 - came to read, conduct workshops, and talk with people. I heard readings by Yongsoo, Chris, and Joe... All were different but all were good. I caught the last bit of Adam's talk/workshop, then got to listen to all of Joe's. I also sat in on the final panel-style Q and A thing. And I bought a copy of Joe's book and got it signed. This last bit makes me ridiculously happy, as I developed a bit of a fan-girl crush on him over the course of his reading and talk.

By and large, the guys were novelists, though I think Adam also does a lot of short stories. Joe's main focus is on screenwriting. Mel Gibson's company is producing one of his scripts. Johnny Depp is going to produce the script based on the book Joe read from today. He's adapted some of Stephen King's stuff for the screen. He cowrote a script - about vampire heart surgeons - with a friend. I don't think the script ever saw the light of day, but the friend later went on to write 'Minority Report.' So yeah, getting all that info in the brief intro before his reading was a bit of an overwhelming "wow" moment. And then, when he turned out to be a funny, really nice guy who wrote really well -- well, fan-girl crush.

All of the guys were really nice, and all have had quite a bit of success. On one hand, it's a bit mind-boggling and scary to think that these guys -- all in their 30s -- have already worked so hard and done so well. It's a lot to try to match. On the other hand, it's awesome to hear about Swat grads who have done really well in mainstream areas like popular literature and movies.

You hear a lot about Swatties who do quirky things when you pick up the Swarthmore alumni magazine. You hear some about the ones who are more mainstream and just too well-known to ignore (i.e. Jonathan Franzen). But these four guys, with their various awards and success stories? I would never have heard about them if not for this weekend organized by the English department. The editor of Glamour, Cindi Leive, is a Swat grad. She got mentioned in one Swat publication in 2003, apparently... But I only found out when she came for a dinner/discussion done by Career Services.

It's nice to hear about these people who are successful in more mainstream areas. Because honestly, while going out and being a midwife may be cool, I'd rather be a screenwriter. The midwives made the cover of a past Swat alumni publication. The same issue had about a column on Gangemi publishing his novel and selling screenplays. I remember reading the midwife story; I wish I had remembered the article on Joe. I probably leafed past it; the first few lines of the article do ring a bell.

Basically, I guess my issue is this: I know Swat prides itself on quirkiness. I understand and like this... But I do think they should be better about showing more of the facets of what you can do with your degree. Given attention to the more unusual choices and stories is good; being reminded that you can have a more 'normal' career and still be happy and successful is nice too. As it is, there's almost this unconscious push towards the unusual, like you won't be a noteworthy alum if you're doing something linked to popular culture. This frustrates me.

It also seems to go against the school's more mainstream push of late. The new admissions DVD, the attempt to tone down the intense image, and so on... All of that seems to be aimed at polishing up the quirky image to make the college appeal to a wider group.

And this is where it gets weird for me. I like the quirky image. I don't want the college to aim for a more mainstream crowd, because there are a lot of things that seem to come with it -- such as the increased issues with drinking that seem to have emerged over the past few years -- that I don't want to see here. I love Swat, I love the intense image. I even love the intense reality, no matter how much I complain about it. But I do like the possibility of more mainstream success, of becoming an editor at a bigger publishing house instead of a specialized non-profit press.

I guess I feel somewhat hypocritical, wanting this quirkiness now while preserving the chance to go back to the mainstream after graduation. I feel odd wanting to be seen as a quirky Swattie but also wanting to be reminded about alums who have succeeded in popular culture. I want my cake, and I want to eat it too, because it looks like a very tasty cake... But then I feel bad. Not right away, no... But when I do this, when I reflect on the incongruities of how I want to be seen now and what I dream of becoming (even if many of those dreams will, in fact, never happen -- I mean, lead singer in a band? Still a dream of mine, never happening...), that's when I feel bad. Maybe not bad, but confused to some extent.

I have now rambled on for a good long while, and that should stop now. It's been an hour since I started writing this, and while I definitely got distracted by other things, that is still too long. It's time for philosophy reading and bed, I think.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

You wouldn't think that sketching costumes would be so time consuming and draining... But it is. It's also fun, however, so it works out. I now have two full outfits for all four main women in Three Sisters (the sisters and their brother's wife)... I have one outfit for all of the non-military men... And one basic uniform drawing for the soldiers. None of them have color, and I need to do quick basic pencil sketches for two outfits per woman, as well as some for the men. Gah.

Much of tomorrow is going to be eaten up by the fiction writers' weekend - there are four alumni here doing readings and workshops and such, and I'm going to try to go to as much as I can.

Time for some reading or something until bed... I don't think I can handle any more drawing at this point... I think I've been going for almost 3 hours now, not really sure.

Friday, November 04, 2005

So I girl I know from high school just recently got married... One of my friends from home is getting married this summer... And now I just found out that two of my other friends are officially engaged (to each other, so it's only one engagement to deal with.) It's not really a surprise, it's just one of those things that reminds me that yeah, I'm basically an adult now, and the real world is approaching rather quickly.

*hides in fear*

Thursday, November 03, 2005

And I was in a really good mood like 3 minutes ago... The 'awesome' evaluation has just been completely undone by this:

Hello,

I'm sorry to tell you that your pieces were not selected for this semester's issue of Small Craft Warnings. Be assured that we still very much enjoyed reading your pieces, and strongly hope that you'll continue to send us submissions in the future. Thank you so much for submitting.

Best,
Small Craft Warnings

Rock. Another rejection. And sadly, it was a poem I really liked - even other people liked it! It was a poem I used in my submission for the poetry workshop. And now, since I won't know the outcome of the poetry workshop selection until the 7th, I get a fun weekend of imagining horrible things as this rejection eats on that worry and I watch the possibility of getting into the workshop sputter and fade. And with that fading possibility fades a bit of my chance at getting a creative writing emphasis. Gah.
Playlist for tonight:

*American Analog Set - She’s Half
Bjork and Thom Yorke - I’ve Seen It All
Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong
Menomena - Twenty Cell Revolt
Beulah - Cruel Minor Change
Elliot Smith - Baby Britian
* The Like - Mrs. Actually
Poe - Control
Le Tigre - Hot Topic
Le Tigre - The Empty (I couldn’t decide between the two, so I went with both...)
* The Capes - Super Girls
The Futureheads - Hounds of Love
*# Thunderbirds Are Now! - Bodies Adjust
The Go Find - Over the Edge
* Summerbirds in the Cellar - Lonely Sleeping Giant
* Architecture in Helsinki - City Calm Down
* Metric - Empty
Driver of the Year - Volume Switch
Super Furry Animals - Something for the Weekend
*The Mountain Goats - Dilaudid
The Weakerthans - Uncorrected Proofs
* Matt Pond PA - So Much Trouble
# Shark Quest - Katherine of Krakow
Quasi - Genetic Science
* Moresight - Faked Out (& Faked Back In)
Man Man - Zebra
* Destroyer - Don’t Become the Thing You Hated
* Teenage Fanclub - Cells
* The Constantines - Soon Enough
* The Clientele - (I Can’t Seem to) Make You Mine

Whee. RA evaluations are happening now. They're not supposed to get handed into me, but I saw one that someone tacked to my door. I tried very hard not to read it, but the word 'AWESOME!' did pop out at me, so that's nice.

Still sick-ish, but functioning.
So I'm in a play this semester. We've decided that it will probably be happening on December 6th and 7th. You, as my friends (for I assume that the people who read this are either one of my friends or a family member - if you're neither, that's fine too), are encouraged to come see it. More information will follow, of course, but I figured I'd give you a heads up now.

Back to being sick. (Though I am feeling a bit better than I was this morning, so that's good.)

(Parentheses! Such useful bits of punctuation!)

(Yes, I have gone mildly crazy. I would blame it on cold/flu/whatever meds, only I haven't taken any.)