After that the night just got rather random. Elise and I spoke to Ariel briefly after the show, and he told us to meet him at the cast party at 4am, when they’d be done striking the set. Which left us with about four hours to kill. First we attended a drunken dorm room bash where i was aghast at the amount of making-out that was occurring until i was informed that all the couples were really couples. After that there was some french homework, a discussion of the history of theatre, Festivus ice cream, and a guy from my senior prom table. Eventually we did wind up at the cast party, where i was so tired i could barely keep up my facial communication skills, let alone my verbal ones. Ariel arrived, we chatted with him, and then left. Elise and i parted ways at her apartment (after i thanked her for baby-sitting me through a night at Penn) and i walked home, occasionally pretending i could fly.
day in the life
There was this one girl sitting next to me for the first act who had to keep leaning over to talk to Elise, who was on the other side of me and removed by one person. Apparently, to get to the right angle to make comments to her, she needed to stretch out past me so that her breasts were wedged up against the hands i had folded politely in my lap. The first time she did this i was rather embarrassed but couldn’t move my hands without essentially feeling her up along the way. On subsequent leanings over i attempted to shift my hands, but every time they were assaulted by cleavage. This was all very upsetting because i had no intention on hitting on any random Penn students, and i couldn’t very well just sit there and have breasts imposed upon me without flirting with their owner a bit. Wow, i think i’m a chauvinist now. Anyhow, we all switched seats at the end of the first act, which left me next to the person i had been planning on flirting with in one of those situations where i couldn’t decide whether or not to put my arm around her. Yes, i suck. No, you don’t have to remind me again.
life is yummy. I am blasting Debussy’s la mer and drinking peppermint tea from a mug while reading about 19th century german history and wearing my favourite brown sweatshirt. the windows are closed, because it is crisp. i think i might have a spice cookie. yum
It’s morning, and i’m awake. Go figure… after a quick web-check (with I-O down i usually make the rounds in under 20mins) i’m headed off to the studio for a quick non-musical project, and then back here to work on my german history paper. So, only one blog per hour is allowed! Enforce it!
What i just awoke from was not sleep: it was hibernation. I had been running low on energy all week, but a fitful Wednesday 12-hour night left me refreshed on Thursday morning for class and work. Friday found me a bit sleepy, but still alert enough to contend with all of my classes (something i couldn’t say for myself on Wednesday). After my last class i stopped by Mad Greek’s to get a Chicken Cheesesteak (which very well might become a weekly tradition; last Friday i had a chicken sandwich there with laurel), inhaled it while reading the newspaper, and then headed back here. I made the few posts that you see underneath this one, and then decided to head into the bedroom for a nap. That was 6:30pm
That nap lasted until 8am this morning, when i got up to make sure that my bladder didn’t explode. After using the bathroom, i took a peek into the living room to see that it was exactly as i left it; matt hadn’t come back from the lab. I headed back to the bedroom, considered how much blogging i could get done if i started at 8am, and then laid back down to get another hour or two of sleep.
That hour or two lasted until 1:30pm. I slept for 19 hours straight; longer than most people stay awake on most days. Even more amazing, this means i only spent 10 hours awake yesterday… surely not enough to tire me out that much!
And now? I’m wide awake, and raring to go.
discs of today, reverse order:
peter mulvey – deep blue – scary and electric
elastica – the menace – ooo, they really did keep on the path in the most unexpected way
sleeper – the it girl – not quite as good as smart
david bowie – aladdin sane – possibly more perfect in construction than Ziggy, but you didn’t hear me say that…
ani difranco –ani difranco – so so so perfect
ani difranco – swing set – violent violent foot tapping
Because Drexel is cool like that, i’m sitting on the floor of the vending machine lounge with Andi and we’re both on the internet with wireless laptops. I’m sitting inbetween two coke machines eating some blueberry yogurt. I should really be reading Plato’s Republic, though. Oh, the new link on the sidebar is Nicci from SurvivorBlog, who is yummy and fun! In fact, three of my four picks for Survivor are still around in the final three! Ann’s link coming soon, but i shall never reveal the link of SurvivorBlog! I give them enough hits daily as it is :) …