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A Happy First Day Home
Mar. 12th, 2006 12:16 pmYesterday was a good returning-home day.
My plane was delayed a half-hour in St. Louis (the sunny leg of my journey, oddly!), but was perfectly smooth through rainy Cincinnatti and windy-as-hell South Bend (very turbulent flight; I thought I might actually throw up at one point O.o).
Dad had gotten a new car (to counteract the effects of any midlife crisis, a little red sports car rather than a 22-year-old blonde, my mom pointed out, lol . . . ), and so I'm driving his old blue jeep (which really isn't that old, and has a WORKING RADIO and a WORKING CD PLAYER . . . lol . . . sad that I'm that excited?). I'm surprised how well I'm adjusting to it, actually; aside from some confusion over where the windshield wipers and defog-er were, I drove Nichole and Kristina home in the rain and the wet and the dark without (much of :-P) issue, lol . . .
Anyway, after I got home (and discovered a couple of gifties for me; I have a cute Whale Purse-- I call it that because it has whales printed on it-- and a skort-skirt thing-- all the fuctionality of shorts, but the beauty of the skirt, lol), there was a lot of talking-catch up time around the family room, and then Tory and I went to see the high school play: Little Shop of Horrors.
The play was a lot different from the movie-- in fact, it made me cry (I told Tory's friend, who played Audrey, that I was moved to tears, lol . . . ). It was much more tragic-- and worked even better as a metaphor for the welfare system, lol . . .
Mostly, however, I just missed being on the stage; I'd only ever watched one Central production; I either tried out for them and then refused to go (because I was bitter, lol), or was in them. The set was really nice this year, but, then again, it was no Guys and Dolls 18-piece set, or with a million moving parts like Hello Dolly. It was sort of a sad number for the chorus people, comparable or even worse than the two numbers and a scene we got to show up in for Grease. I felt bad for a lot of the graduating seniors-- though there didn't seem to be many, mostly just Gaby and Brock, who got supporting roles while the leads went to a freshman (Tory's friend who's always been heavily into theater-- and, well, she was a darn good singer ^_^), and a debuting junior (also good, but never heard of before . . . but, then, I guess, that's sort of the way Dan O'Brien had been, his junior year, too, lol . . . ). Gaby was one of the three like shoo-bop girls (her voice carries ^_^ fun for soprano-ness), and Brock was the dentist-- which was just awesome, for him, I think; that part is hilarious and requires someone with absolutely no inhibitions, lol . . . and he got to actually sing, and I was impressed (I think his voice got deeper since last year, lol . . . and I think he actually got even taller, lol . . . ).
The most fun was after the show, however, when I could go around and say hi and give a hug to all my (non-graduated) friends from the musical last year-- which, well, if you think about it, was most of my friends from the musical, anyway, since like Kylie and Dan and Lindsay and Lauren (though since when did Lauren ever like me? Last count was at about age three-- and we were good friends! *cries*) and Rob (and even Andrew, when he was going about getting a big head about his big role) wouldn't condescend to speak/associate with me. Nichole and I gave a hug to Nick (I was glad he got a decent role, too; he's only a junior but he always did well and showed up last year) and Gary (who is hilarious and played the voice of the plant :-P), and Jackie and Ashley and Amanda who had been in chorus both the past few years. I congratulated Kelly (Audrey-- and Tory's friend) for her excellent job-- didn't talk to the lead guy O.o lol-- and then went over to poke Brock. I was glad he seemed happy to see me, and he actually knew where I had gone to school (which is really odd, considering like talking to people I saw in the audience, people are like "Washington University? Where's that/never heard of it?). I pointed out that he had about as much random laughter in the show as I had random crying last year, lol . . .
Anyway, it was all very nice. I like going back and being nostalgic. It'll be weird next year; I mean, what the heck happens when they all graduate? Facebook? Lol . . .
Nichole and Kristina had come to the show, so they came home with me, and we hung out until about 1:00 in the morning (yea for being 18 and not having a curfew anymore! Lol . . . ). We watched the ridiculous Bond movie (it's only fair that after I forced Kristina into a sex scene, she see my forced sex scene, lol-- and I did show all the actors of the Bond movie the movie Nichole and Kristina acted in :-P), and then made some popcorn and some of those yummy raspberry and/or vanilla syrup-soda-water (attempt at the Orgasm in a Cup, lol . . . ) drinks, and sat down to talk about just . . . everything. Mostly love, and weird perceptions of them.
That's one think I do really like about being home, and being around my home friends: Perspective. It's sad that we're not together all the time anymore, of course, but since our main setting is elsewhere, away from each other, it's less us on the playing field as friends with drama and development and relationships; it's more like we've been removed from the "life" aspect of our relationships and we're now watching the rest of each other's lives with objective, clear perspective-- but with a sense of unconditional love, thorough understanding, and genuine concern a psychologist or something would definitely lack, lol . . . We can sort of use each other as springboards for perspective (well, perhaps myself more so than Nichole and Kristina, being together all the time), which I feel like I've needed lately. It's odd; it's as if by describing people to others while you're away from them, you can understand your relationships with them better. After all, I did the same thing to the two of them in Japan to my friends there, and such, lol . . .
Lol, so now you're all probably paranoid-ly convinced that all I do is talk about you behind your back to other people. It's definitely not bitching people out and making them look bad, though; in fact, I think most of the time it's good things, funny stories to illustrate personalities and interesting moments to get across the friendship. If I do complain, it's more like right after a situation, when I'm upset and I obviously can't confront the actual offender because I'm not confrontational, and I'd rather just suffer and deal with it-- as long as I can get my frustration out through complaining (sooooo much cleaner than letting it turn into a big blow-up-- and still healthy!). It's more to get the bearings on my own standpoint about the situation, you know, rather than to get the other person on my side-- particularly since, in most cases, particularly now, the two parties seldom seem to interact. It's as if I just employ non-involved friends as my Humanistic Psychologists, lol . . . Heaven knows I play that role plenty of times myself, and, well, I quite enjoy it. In fact, I feel sort of useless and maybe even a little rejected when people don't want to open up to me. I guess I just trust everybody so whole-heartedly, and I can't see why anyone else would want to hold such reserves, or something . . .
My plane was delayed a half-hour in St. Louis (the sunny leg of my journey, oddly!), but was perfectly smooth through rainy Cincinnatti and windy-as-hell South Bend (very turbulent flight; I thought I might actually throw up at one point O.o).
Dad had gotten a new car (to counteract the effects of any midlife crisis, a little red sports car rather than a 22-year-old blonde, my mom pointed out, lol . . . ), and so I'm driving his old blue jeep (which really isn't that old, and has a WORKING RADIO and a WORKING CD PLAYER . . . lol . . . sad that I'm that excited?). I'm surprised how well I'm adjusting to it, actually; aside from some confusion over where the windshield wipers and defog-er were, I drove Nichole and Kristina home in the rain and the wet and the dark without (much of :-P) issue, lol . . .
Anyway, after I got home (and discovered a couple of gifties for me; I have a cute Whale Purse-- I call it that because it has whales printed on it-- and a skort-skirt thing-- all the fuctionality of shorts, but the beauty of the skirt, lol), there was a lot of talking-catch up time around the family room, and then Tory and I went to see the high school play: Little Shop of Horrors.
The play was a lot different from the movie-- in fact, it made me cry (I told Tory's friend, who played Audrey, that I was moved to tears, lol . . . ). It was much more tragic-- and worked even better as a metaphor for the welfare system, lol . . .
Mostly, however, I just missed being on the stage; I'd only ever watched one Central production; I either tried out for them and then refused to go (because I was bitter, lol), or was in them. The set was really nice this year, but, then again, it was no Guys and Dolls 18-piece set, or with a million moving parts like Hello Dolly. It was sort of a sad number for the chorus people, comparable or even worse than the two numbers and a scene we got to show up in for Grease. I felt bad for a lot of the graduating seniors-- though there didn't seem to be many, mostly just Gaby and Brock, who got supporting roles while the leads went to a freshman (Tory's friend who's always been heavily into theater-- and, well, she was a darn good singer ^_^), and a debuting junior (also good, but never heard of before . . . but, then, I guess, that's sort of the way Dan O'Brien had been, his junior year, too, lol . . . ). Gaby was one of the three like shoo-bop girls (her voice carries ^_^ fun for soprano-ness), and Brock was the dentist-- which was just awesome, for him, I think; that part is hilarious and requires someone with absolutely no inhibitions, lol . . . and he got to actually sing, and I was impressed (I think his voice got deeper since last year, lol . . . and I think he actually got even taller, lol . . . ).
The most fun was after the show, however, when I could go around and say hi and give a hug to all my (non-graduated) friends from the musical last year-- which, well, if you think about it, was most of my friends from the musical, anyway, since like Kylie and Dan and Lindsay and Lauren (though since when did Lauren ever like me? Last count was at about age three-- and we were good friends! *cries*) and Rob (and even Andrew, when he was going about getting a big head about his big role) wouldn't condescend to speak/associate with me. Nichole and I gave a hug to Nick (I was glad he got a decent role, too; he's only a junior but he always did well and showed up last year) and Gary (who is hilarious and played the voice of the plant :-P), and Jackie and Ashley and Amanda who had been in chorus both the past few years. I congratulated Kelly (Audrey-- and Tory's friend) for her excellent job-- didn't talk to the lead guy O.o lol-- and then went over to poke Brock. I was glad he seemed happy to see me, and he actually knew where I had gone to school (which is really odd, considering like talking to people I saw in the audience, people are like "Washington University? Where's that/never heard of it?). I pointed out that he had about as much random laughter in the show as I had random crying last year, lol . . .
Anyway, it was all very nice. I like going back and being nostalgic. It'll be weird next year; I mean, what the heck happens when they all graduate? Facebook? Lol . . .
Nichole and Kristina had come to the show, so they came home with me, and we hung out until about 1:00 in the morning (yea for being 18 and not having a curfew anymore! Lol . . . ). We watched the ridiculous Bond movie (it's only fair that after I forced Kristina into a sex scene, she see my forced sex scene, lol-- and I did show all the actors of the Bond movie the movie Nichole and Kristina acted in :-P), and then made some popcorn and some of those yummy raspberry and/or vanilla syrup-soda-water (attempt at the Orgasm in a Cup, lol . . . ) drinks, and sat down to talk about just . . . everything. Mostly love, and weird perceptions of them.
That's one think I do really like about being home, and being around my home friends: Perspective. It's sad that we're not together all the time anymore, of course, but since our main setting is elsewhere, away from each other, it's less us on the playing field as friends with drama and development and relationships; it's more like we've been removed from the "life" aspect of our relationships and we're now watching the rest of each other's lives with objective, clear perspective-- but with a sense of unconditional love, thorough understanding, and genuine concern a psychologist or something would definitely lack, lol . . . We can sort of use each other as springboards for perspective (well, perhaps myself more so than Nichole and Kristina, being together all the time), which I feel like I've needed lately. It's odd; it's as if by describing people to others while you're away from them, you can understand your relationships with them better. After all, I did the same thing to the two of them in Japan to my friends there, and such, lol . . .
Lol, so now you're all probably paranoid-ly convinced that all I do is talk about you behind your back to other people. It's definitely not bitching people out and making them look bad, though; in fact, I think most of the time it's good things, funny stories to illustrate personalities and interesting moments to get across the friendship. If I do complain, it's more like right after a situation, when I'm upset and I obviously can't confront the actual offender because I'm not confrontational, and I'd rather just suffer and deal with it-- as long as I can get my frustration out through complaining (sooooo much cleaner than letting it turn into a big blow-up-- and still healthy!). It's more to get the bearings on my own standpoint about the situation, you know, rather than to get the other person on my side-- particularly since, in most cases, particularly now, the two parties seldom seem to interact. It's as if I just employ non-involved friends as my Humanistic Psychologists, lol . . . Heaven knows I play that role plenty of times myself, and, well, I quite enjoy it. In fact, I feel sort of useless and maybe even a little rejected when people don't want to open up to me. I guess I just trust everybody so whole-heartedly, and I can't see why anyone else would want to hold such reserves, or something . . .
