Surveys and Yesterday

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[Bad username or unknown identity: My Economics grade rests in the balance. Well, actually, it doesn't . . . but I need more than five ][Bad username or unknown identity: or so people to answer for it to be a complete survey.]

redxdeath , your request still stands, too; hurry up and answer before it works its way off my actual journal page (and not to mention even your friends list).

Yesterday was fun, I guess, in a way . . . I went to rehearsal really early, 9:00 . . .  well, when we were supposed to be there . . . and everyone was so tired that nothing got accomplished until about 10:30, when we all started working on set construction. We were supposed to be running lines, but seeing as how I only have about five and the rest are just arbitrary wails, that didn't accomplish much-- and even the people WITH lines weren't doing much of anything. Kylie was sick, and everyone else was just tired.

So then Brock and I painted the rest of the Hay and Feed Store brown, which was a bit of an adventure, seeing as how I had to stand on a ladder on a platform (if you come see the play and see how high that thing goes, you'll know what I mean)-- and the platform was unstable, as the legs were half on the trap door, which was warped, and half on the actual platform. So Brock had to stand under the thing and hold it steady, and hold the paint so I didn't have to climb down every time and get some, and I painted . . . and sort of splattered paint on him a few times . . . I'm a very messy painter . . . believe me, I looked even worse: in my hair, on my pants, on my shirt, on my FACE, and ALL OVER my hands.

Mrs. Glenn got there while we were in the middle of all of this and decided to run a scene. It was the Harmonia Gardens dinner scene, which we aren't in for a million years (even more than that when the chorus has trouble with "Hello, Dolly!" or the orchestra is still getting used to cuts), so we didn't bother stopping painting until it was a little too late.

It is nasty as heck trying to polka while you and your partner's hands are covered in brown paint. We didn't put our hands on each other's shoulders and waist, obviously . . . but . . . ew . . .

 . . . and our polka is freaking bad enough as it is . . .

Then I left for my eye appointment-- I had to have my "six months appointment" and order some new contacts. I went home for a brief, brief lunch, and then came back and had some random pizza and breadsticks they had ordered . . . it was pretty good . . .

Ended up painting lines for a set for a long time, and Nichole and Brock joined me until we were "outsourced by the National Honor Society" (which I am in . . . but like Laura took over and we didn't get it back, lol . . . ). So then we painted the train, which looks more like a giant unstable mass of boards stapled together-- painted white, now, thanks to us . . .

I ended up dancing with black crap all over my hands, then, too . . . because of the earlier black lines . . . but at least they were DRY this time . . .

Nichole reached the conclusion that Brock never shuts up-- and just about everything he says is dumb. Lol, Nik, now you know what it's like to be in Creative Writing class . . . only you need Mrs. Hook threatening people and complaining about her married life (which is only for physical and financial reasons, apparently . . . *shudder* when you think about it in turns of Mrs. Hook . . . or, really, anyone, for that matter . . . ) with a surprising lack of feeling, and Joey in the background muttering about how we're all stupid (except our corner), or else ranting about something he hates.

I am so sick of paint. Today I am working on my Economics project and nothing else.

 . . . well . . . perhaps some things that are just fun . . . ^_^

Surveys and Yesterday

[Bad username or unknown identity: OUT!!!]

[Bad username or unknown identity: My Economics grade rests in the balance. Well, actually, it doesn't . . . but I need more than five ][Bad username or unknown identity: or so people to answer for it to be a complete survey.]

redxdeath , your request still stands, too; hurry up and answer before it works its way off my actual journal page (and not to mention even your friends list).

Yesterday was fun, I guess, in a way . . . I went to rehearsal really early, 9:00 . . .  well, when we were supposed to be there . . . and everyone was so tired that nothing got accomplished until about 10:30, when we all started working on set construction. We were supposed to be running lines, but seeing as how I only have about five and the rest are just arbitrary wails, that didn't accomplish much-- and even the people WITH lines weren't doing much of anything. Kylie was sick, and everyone else was just tired.

So then Brock and I painted the rest of the Hay and Feed Store brown, which was a bit of an adventure, seeing as how I had to stand on a ladder on a platform (if you come see the play and see how high that thing goes, you'll know what I mean)-- and the platform was unstable, as the legs were half on the trap door, which was warped, and half on the actual platform. So Brock had to stand under the thing and hold it steady, and hold the paint so I didn't have to climb down every time and get some, and I painted . . . and sort of splattered paint on him a few times . . . I'm a very messy painter . . . believe me, I looked even worse: in my hair, on my pants, on my shirt, on my FACE, and ALL OVER my hands.

Mrs. Glenn got there while we were in the middle of all of this and decided to run a scene. It was the Harmonia Gardens dinner scene, which we aren't in for a million years (even more than that when the chorus has trouble with "Hello, Dolly!" or the orchestra is still getting used to cuts), so we didn't bother stopping painting until it was a little too late.

It is nasty as heck trying to polka while you and your partner's hands are covered in brown paint. We didn't put our hands on each other's shoulders and waist, obviously . . . but . . . ew . . .

 . . . and our polka is freaking bad enough as it is . . .

Then I left for my eye appointment-- I had to have my "six months appointment" and order some new contacts. I went home for a brief, brief lunch, and then came back and had some random pizza and breadsticks they had ordered . . . it was pretty good . . .

Ended up painting lines for a set for a long time, and Nichole and Brock joined me until we were "outsourced by the National Honor Society" (which I am in . . . but like Laura took over and we didn't get it back, lol . . . ). So then we painted the train, which looks more like a giant unstable mass of boards stapled together-- painted white, now, thanks to us . . .

I ended up dancing with black crap all over my hands, then, too . . . because of the earlier black lines . . . but at least they were DRY this time . . .

Nichole reached the conclusion that Brock never shuts up-- and just about everything he says is dumb. Lol, Nik, now you know what it's like to be in Creative Writing class . . . only you need Mrs. Hook threatening people and complaining about her married life (which is only for physical and financial reasons, apparently . . . *shudder* when you think about it in turns of Mrs. Hook . . . or, really, anyone, for that matter . . . ) with a surprising lack of feeling, and Joey in the background muttering about how we're all stupid (except our corner), or else ranting about something he hates.

I am so sick of paint. Today I am working on my Economics project and nothing else.

 . . . well . . . perhaps some things that are just fun . . . ^_^

Fantasia 2000

[Bad username or unknown identity: OUT!!!]

Please?

Thank you so much to all of you who already did.

redxdeath , your request still STILL stands, too; hurry up and answer before it works its way off my actual journal page (and not to mention even your friends list).

I am in a musical mood today. I went and played my violin just for the fun of it for the first time in a while (seeing as how I wasn't so hot on bringing it home so much after Solo and Ensemble).

I think it had something to do with watching Fantasia 2000. I was happy with the musical selection in that. though it wasn't as long, which was disappointing.

( My Reactions )

Oh, and anyone who's read The Da Vinci Code . . . the Priori of Sion thing is still there . . . the flamingos made a pentagram out of a yo-yo string at one point, lol . . .

I liked the old Fantasia. I used to watch it all the time. I liked the Day in the Country part with the unicorns and pegasuses (pegasi?) the most, seeing as how it was me, lol . . . Tory and I also used to act out the Dance of the Hours bit; she would be the alligator (crocodile?) with the cape and dance around whirling a cape about her shoulders, while I would alternate between the ostriches and the hippo. The hippo got to do more and had a tutu, but she was fat . . . but the ostriches were just bitchy (yes, the ostriches . . . and they WERE bitchy, admit it . . . ) so I really had trouble making up my mind half the time.

We also used to turn it off when it got to Night on Bald Mountain, because it scared us (we were like 5 and 2 years old, lol . . . ). Then for a while it scared only Tory and not me, so I still had to humor her. I also had to run upstairs to hide when the dinosaur part came on. It scared me, too, and I couldn't reach the Fast Forward button at that point-- the cable box and VCR was on top of the TV which was on top of the table. I still feel odd when I hear The Rite of Spring.

I also see the same stuff in Toccata and Fugue in parts when I play it. At least that stuff was abstract.

I feel less attached to the stuff in this version. I think most of it is that I have heard all the pieces, and already have my visions cooked up. I like it better . . . I like cooking up my own visions. In the original Fantasia, all of those pieces have, in a way, been stolen from me; I can't make them my own, because I will always have THEIR vision of it-- and it's the same as anyone else who has seen it. It's like socialization of music! Hmm . . . can you imagine a society that did that?

Speaking of which, there's a Korean man who is trying to develop ways for robots to have sex (they will feel lust for other robots, and the two of them together will create a new robot through the use of codes, or something . . .) and experience emotion. He says we should program them to only have good emotions.

Still, that's what they always say at the beginning of those horror movies, before the robots become embittered with their emotions (and they're not even SUPPOSED to have emotions) and take over the world.

Tory is excited about this. She says she WANTS to live in an action movie like that. I think she just has some fetish about robots enslaving her or something, lol . . .

Anyway, I am off St. Louis tomorrow . . . PLEASE fill out my survey, so I can make it and turn it all in on Wednesday-- and I only have about two hours to do the entire survey results thing once I get back . . . so PLEASE . . . ^_^ thank you . . .

Fantasia 2000

[Bad username or unknown identity: OUT!!!]

Please?

Thank you so much to all of you who already did.

redxdeath , your request still STILL stands, too; hurry up and answer before it works its way off my actual journal page (and not to mention even your friends list).

I am in a musical mood today. I went and played my violin just for the fun of it for the first time in a while (seeing as how I wasn't so hot on bringing it home so much after Solo and Ensemble).

I think it had something to do with watching Fantasia 2000. I was happy with the musical selection in that. though it wasn't as long, which was disappointing.

( My Reactions )

Oh, and anyone who's read The Da Vinci Code . . . the Priori of Sion thing is still there . . . the flamingos made a pentagram out of a yo-yo string at one point, lol . . .

I liked the old Fantasia. I used to watch it all the time. I liked the Day in the Country part with the unicorns and pegasuses (pegasi?) the most, seeing as how it was me, lol . . . Tory and I also used to act out the Dance of the Hours bit; she would be the alligator (crocodile?) with the cape and dance around whirling a cape about her shoulders, while I would alternate between the ostriches and the hippo. The hippo got to do more and had a tutu, but she was fat . . . but the ostriches were just bitchy (yes, the ostriches . . . and they WERE bitchy, admit it . . . ) so I really had trouble making up my mind half the time.

We also used to turn it off when it got to Night on Bald Mountain, because it scared us (we were like 5 and 2 years old, lol . . . ). Then for a while it scared only Tory and not me, so I still had to humor her. I also had to run upstairs to hide when the dinosaur part came on. It scared me, too, and I couldn't reach the Fast Forward button at that point-- the cable box and VCR was on top of the TV which was on top of the table. I still feel odd when I hear The Rite of Spring.

I also see the same stuff in Toccata and Fugue in parts when I play it. At least that stuff was abstract.

I feel less attached to the stuff in this version. I think most of it is that I have heard all the pieces, and already have my visions cooked up. I like it better . . . I like cooking up my own visions. In the original Fantasia, all of those pieces have, in a way, been stolen from me; I can't make them my own, because I will always have THEIR vision of it-- and it's the same as anyone else who has seen it. It's like socialization of music! Hmm . . . can you imagine a society that did that?

Speaking of which, there's a Korean man who is trying to develop ways for robots to have sex (they will feel lust for other robots, and the two of them together will create a new robot through the use of codes, or something . . .) and experience emotion. He says we should program them to only have good emotions.

Still, that's what they always say at the beginning of those horror movies, before the robots become embittered with their emotions (and they're not even SUPPOSED to have emotions) and take over the world.

Tory is excited about this. She says she WANTS to live in an action movie like that. I think she just has some fetish about robots enslaving her or something, lol . . .

Anyway, I am off St. Louis tomorrow . . . PLEASE fill out my survey, so I can make it and turn it all in on Wednesday-- and I only have about two hours to do the entire survey results thing once I get back . . . so PLEASE . . . ^_^ thank you . . .