Good lord, it has been nearly a week since I last wrote. I feel so under-accomplished. Ah, well, such is life.
Let's catch up. I left off on Wednesday, which was basically a chill day. I did realize a few moments ago that I didn't ever mention auditions, for either the show or for the improv troupe. First, the show: no, I did not make callbacks. That's all right, I was not upset at all, it was a very small and select group who did. I was happy with my audition, considering my current skills, so it wasn't a big deal. As for the improv troupe, no, I did not go back and audition. I was dead tired Wednesday, and honestly, although I did get over the fear I had on Monday night, I realized the time commitment I would have to make, and thought it was probably a bad idea to get so heavily involved before I had gotten used to the college schedule. C'est tout, je promets.
It's been a week of ups and downs. All week, I've been having emotional highs and lows, thanks to random events...let's start from the beginning, I guess.
Thursday. What happened Thursday? Can I even remember? Class, I know that one. Start there. Start off in my Acting class with an interesting discussion of Stanislavski. I think. Maybe. Then onto acting games (oh, how I love theatre classes). Script Analysis? Good class! Action analysis of Oedipus. Irony. I read Oedipus last in January for UIL Tech theatre preparations, since the play picked for the contest was Antigone. Had lunch with a guy from my classes who seems pretty cool. Think, think, Thursday, I could never get the hang of Thursdays, or remember them.
Oh wait. Duh. We had our Shehane reunion on Thursday!
It was great to see everybody. Jeebus, fish camp feels like it was ages ago. It's amazing how differently time passes when you're busy. One of the counselors picked me, which I was grateful for. I was glad to catch up with everyone, I was amazed by how much I'd missed some of them in such a short amount of time! Took a TON of pictures. Speaking of, I started (on Wednesday, I suppose, something else I forgot about) my own Project 365--take a picture a day for a full year. I need to upload the ones from the past couple of days to facebook. I think I'll make an album on photobucket or something and provide a link here, too. Why not, right?
Anyway, point being, the reunion was a blast. Plus, the party didn't stop once I got home--stayed up talking music and other biznatch with a member of Camp Shehane 2010 for half the night. Then, called my mom on Skype (dude, my mom's AWESOME) and we talked for an awfully long time. It was good to catch up.
Friday. Oh, good lord, so forgetful...psych class. There's two girls from fish camp in my Psych class, people I like quite a bit. They had an empty seat next to them Thursday, and since I came in pretty late, that worked out all right. (Not late to class, just late considering.) We had a short quiz (which I got 100% on, by the way. For the win!) and we went over the science of the brain. I found myself thanking IB all over again; my senior year in bio we spent so much time over the brain I wanted to scream. Want to know what Nodes of Ranvier are? I can tell you. Want to know how signals pass between neurons? I can tell you that. How about the different parts of the brain? The types of receptors humans have? Where the largest clusters of touch-sensitive neurons are located? Yeah, I remember most of that. I will probably never need to use any of it again, but hey! I thought I'd never need it again, and here I am using it my second week on campus. Thank you, Ms. Katavic, for beating it into my skull. Or not. I'm not sure yet.
There we go, I'm through Psych. After is Shakespeare. Finished up Macbeth, reading-wise. Again...is it good, or bad that I've read that play so many times I'm starting to get annoyed by the name? My Shakespeare buddy wasn't there, unfortunately, but it was all right anyway. I was bored through class. Only so many times the question of Lady Macbeth's evil nature can be discussed before it starts getting redundant.
What else happened Friday? I didn't have Poli Sci, that's only Mon-Wed. Oh! Oh. Ohhhh. Catastrophe. My life. Almost blocked this memory out. Yuck.
Get to the point, all right, all right. So, Friday morning I saw a flyer for an MSC Cinema showing of The Host. I'd heard it was a good movie, it's on my netflix queue, so I figured I would head over and check it out. So I get to Rudder and I realize that while I know it's in Rudder, I have no idea WHERE in Rudder. I'm early though, so no biggie. I send a text to one of the counselors that's in the cinema group, ask him if he knows anything. He doesn't respond. Meanwhile, I am assaulted by "The Revolution", some Christian anti-sex group. All right, all right, I try not to get too political on here; after all, I am a minority in this school, being extremely liberal, socially and economically (if mostly socially). I am pretty open about my problems with religion, though. I have had some really bad experiences at churches, and I sanely admit that it's colored my feelings about the whole institution of faith. So, do I mind it if someone is very religious? Not at all. But if I repeatedly tell someone I'm not interested, and they persist in telling me to "join the revolution" (because abstinence is so very revolutionary, don't you agree?) and refuse to leave me alone, I feel the temptation to start acting a little more antagonistic about it. There's nothing more irritating to me than someone pushing religion on me. Especially because usually calm argument gets me flat out statements of "you're going to hell". Lordy, I could go on and on...
I'll stop the religion rant. I have no problem if someone is religious, as I said, and I think some religions (i.e. NOT Westboro Baptist) are good institutions that really believe in what they preach as well as practice it. However, that acceptance and even approval does not continue if someone is shoving flyers in my face.
Still, minority and all. I bite my tongue, to keep from asking if this is a part of the Junior Anti-Sex League, and if we'll all get some crimson sashes to wear if we join, and decide, screw it, I'm leaving. So I do. In a very irate mood.
I walk across the street to Potato Shack, forgetting this is Friday night. There's a special on Friday nights. This is a college town. This place is packed. I am literally the only person in this room that is there by themselves. So what do I do? Do I walk out the door, like a sane person would, and forget the madness? Do I find someplace else to eat? No, I do not! I order, stubbornly insisting on my oversized potato with a disgusting yet oddly satisfying array of toppings, and seating myself at the highly visible bar, defiantly pull out my iPod and wait for my meal. Wait. For thirty minutes. All alone in a crowded room. God, it makes me depressed thinking about it. Ups and downs, ups and downs, no worries, it'll get better. Although, I do wait 30 minutes for my food. And about 10 minutes into eating I get a text-- my counselor replying, telling me the room number. A little late now, I think.
Ahh, well. Considering how the night is going I don't risk going to Midnight Yell; it just seems like a bad plan. I do have tickets for the game the next day--I am going with my roommate and some of her friends, so I head to bed and just wait for the next day.
Saturday! Good day, that was. Woke up awfully late, cleaned some. Actually spent a lot of time on the internet, is that bad? Enjoyed myself though. I feel like a total dork, I found out there's a Pirates of the Caribbean Online Game. Life's goal, completed. Yes, I now have a pirate character on an RPG game. Her name is Catherine Wavefellow, and she is bad ass.
Oh wow, that sounds bad even to me. Ah, well, at least it's not WOW...yet...
Anyway. After I had all my stuff done on Saturday that I needed to do (i.e., catch up on my class reading and cleaning) I played on the game for a little while. And then, went to the game. As for the game itself. First deck seats! How on earth did THAT happen? It was amazing! Great view of the game, and some random junior gave us JPs. Really fun game, on that account. My roommate hadn't been to a game yet, so that was fun, because she was overwhelmed by the noise and insanity of it. Still, though, there was one pretty obvious downer, if you saw the game. I.E...What is with our Ags????? Horrible first half, again, and then we came back and b.t.h.o.LA TECH. So, what's the deal? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we won. The disconnect seems awfully strange, though. We did suffer from a few really bad calls (first yell leader sponsored horse laughs!), but it still seems strange. Good game, though, and it was definitely fun. AND I got some great pictures.
After the game, I went to a party, and and and...just kidding. I was boring after the game. I went back and read Shakespeare, talked to my parents and bestie back home, and...played an RPG at 2 in the morning. Lame. Yeah, I know.
Sunday was, again, a good day. My dad came in! And he had all kinds of gluten free goodies--brownies and granola bars and yummy soups and things. We spent a good ol' time driving around college station, pointing out the locations of his various misdeeds and shenanigans back in the day. Like the taco bell that he never went in sober. Ever. Ever, ever. To this day. I love my dad. Granted, the drinking age was 19, but still. He also showed me...drumroll....A&M'S very own nuclear power plant. No, I'm not kidding. Check it out:
http://nuclear.tamu.edu/facilities/main/
Ok, so it's a REACTOR, not a plant, but still. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think that's awesome on so many levels.
Random, but I love my parents. My mom baked cinnamon rolls and biscuits and sent them down to me (carb overload, anyone?) and my parents went to build-a-bear sometime this week and made me an A&M bear, complete with A&M tshirt, scarf, and hat. My parents also recorded their voices to put into it, so if you squeeze its paw, it says...
"I love you Katty! Gig'em Ags!"--My mom
and
"Miss you boo boo!"--My dad's contribution.
Silly thing, but it almost made me cry. I got a little choked up when he pulled it out, it was just so sweet. I don't think I've even had a stuffed animal in my room for 4, 5 years now, but this thing is going to have a place of honor.
It also happens to be really squishy. Apparently my parents had a debate, because there were two they were going to choose from: one with "curly" fur, and one with normal. My mom voted the curly one, because I have, like, a curly hair fetish or something (I don't know, I just have a thing for guys with curly hair), and my dad voted for the normal one, for the same reason. He said he didn't want to encourage it. Lol, Dad. My mom won, though. It's adorable. I'll post a video or something sometime this week.
Rest of the day was spent watching different adaptations of Macbeth. Throne of Blood, I finished. Polanski's Macbeth, almost got done. Scotland, PA, unfortunately, I was too tired to finish. I think I can officially say for the first time in my life that I am Macbeth'd out.
Thus was Sunday. Yesterday? Let's see. Psych. More neurons. Slept through my alarm for class, though, literally ran the entire way to get there on time. That's really all. Then Shakespeare...watched clips of those three movies. Good class. Then, Poli Sci.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but one of my fish camp people is in my Poli Sci class. Honestly, this was the bright spot in my day. The guy's hilarious. He'll probably read this later (apparently he reads my blog? How many people do? Dude, tell me if you do, that's awesome! I have no idea who's actually looking at this thing. I'm writing it more for myself, at this point, knowing other people have read it is a weird and amazing feeling!), but I don't really care, because it's nothing I wouldn't say to his face. Know that now, sirrah, if you are reading.
Point being, I apparently can't make a sad puppy face. Why, you ask, did this come up? Because the guy is hilarious, but also rather an ass. A funny ass, but an ass. So he says something mean, I try and act wounded, I start laughing, and the effect is lost. Supposedly I look either like I'm going to throw up or like I am constipated. Note to self: DO NOT TRY AND MAKE A SAD PUPPY FACE.
That was pretty much the high point. Came home and cleaned and put stuff away from the morning rush. Read for class today. Went to bed early. My roomie and I had a long and fun talk. That's about it.
Today? Started off all right. Slept through my alarm again, but woke up still with plenty of time. Good day discussing Angels in America in class. I feel really strongly about this play--it's genius, and it has so many political statements, so it was nice to discuss some issues with a group that, while not exactly liberal on the whole (it is still A&M), has a viewpoint closer to mine on some big issues--homosexuality, etc. As I said earlier, social issues are a bigger deal to me than economics, and that's always...interesting, in this environment.
Another good day in my Script Analysis class. No huge revelations, but we got through the analysis, and we did pretty well, I thought. Points from class today:
"I wanna see a Disney Oedipus."
"Oedipus is a stupid king. Stupid king, stupid king."
"INTERNATIONAL SIGN OF DISTRESS."
I love this group of people, seriously.
Seminar over Enrique's Journey. THAT was interesting. Definitely the only liberal among THAT group, which was FUN because we started discussing immigrants' rights. Oh, goodie. My favorite topic.
Sarcasm, if you haven't figured out. The last time I opened my mouth in an immigration debate my best friend and I ended up in a screaming match that lasted for the entire class period, with our teacher trying (and failing) to restore order. Yeah, it's always a good idea to involve me in a political debate.
It ended up ok, though. I think most of the group was clearing a wide path around me (maybe I'll infect them with my hippie ideas?) but one guy was sane enough to friend me on facebook, so I don't feel too anxious about next week. 1 out of 8 isn't too bad, right?
I went to the SCC after class to look up tech applications. A bit of a roller coaster here, too--I check the application, see that it wants applicants for particular positions, and go OH SHIZ. Because these are Stage Manager, Master Electrician, Props Master/Mistress--all head positions. So I'm freaking out, because what happened to the normal, I-am-a-freshman-let-me-work-please positions? I sent the tech prof an email, sick to me stomach, thinking, Oh good lord, WHAT am I going to do.
Now, if you don't know me very well, I have this lovely tendency to overthink, overevaluate, freak out, have nervous breakdowns...you get the gist of it. As you might imagine, this news does not seems to bode well for my hopes and plans this semester, and I am sent straight into panic mode. So, what do I do? Stew the whole way home, throw myself on the bed, sit down on the bed, and turn on the TV.
To Glee.
I swear, I may have problems with religion, but I have no issues believing in a higher power. I turn on Glee about 10 seconds before the Journey medley (season finale, if you don't watch the show) starts playing. Don't Stop Believin'.
Ahhh, well. When you put it that way.
Oddly enough, it reminded me of something I'd almost forgotten. You know my emotional breakdown day 3 of fish camp, the what-am-I-doing-what-was-I-thinking-oh-God-oh-God nutcase breakdown? Yeah. That one. I almost forgot. When I was being all emo and reclusive, I turned on my phone's music player and listened to it. This was just after I'd gotten that troublesomely helpful counselor to go away. I turn on the phone, hit random, and the very first thing that starts playing is "Taking Chances". The Glee version. And then, a few days ago, that night I was feeling down? Put on my phone. "Keep Holding On." What is this, some metaphysical conspiracy to send me life advice, using a musical tv show soundtrack as the message medium? Wouldn't a Facebook wall post be easier?
Obviously, you can't ignore something like that. So, I flip on my computer and pull up my email. Barely an hour later, there's a reply. The prof lets me know that I should still apply, and they'll see where they can put me, knowing that even though I may not be as experienced in certain things, I am definitely willing to learn and want to be involved. She signs off with, "Can't wait to work with you in the future."
Cosmic forces, working through Glee. All right, I hear you. Take some chances, keep holding on, and don't stop believin'. Sage advice. I'll try and remember it, the next time life takes a dip.
So, leaving off with my Gleek revelation? That's really the last thing that happened today. As for the rest of the time spent today? Well, you've been reading it. I have been writing this ridiculously long post. Remind me not to do this again.
It was a good day, though.
And the week, well, that balanced itself it.
If I remember anything else, I'll post it in later blogs. NOT tonight though.
Signing off, this is Kat...still believing. Don't ever stop.
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