Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Sorry for the lack of anything that would be relatively considered content, but if it’s any consolation, my hell week is over!!! To celebrate, i got about 16 hours of sleep last night and dreamed a wide array of totally wierd dreams, none of which i can recall. But they were all wierd.
by krisis
I think everyone considers me so extroverted because of my introversion; i spend so much time spinning thoughts around in my head by myself that when i’m unleashed onto the public i’m this unstoppable whirlwind of energy and chatter. So, maybe i need all this downtime to be as happy as i am. At the same time, i don’t have as many friends right now as i did this time last year because i never see anyone. One factor in that is theatre… ugh. I don’t like to act. I am bad at it. I hate being in boring shows just because they’re what’s around to do. And one is coming up… good person of sezuan, a show i don’t like one bit. And there aren’t any characters who i want to be. And i’m going to be too busy next semester anyway. And i seem to have been drafted. To the theatre i am a warm body and a resource; the director knows i have a certain amount of potential and that i work very hard and so he basically made sure to make me agree to work in the show before i could decide if i liked it or not. So, now if i don’t show up at auditions, it’s a personal afront more than it is a statement about my opinions on the show. Isn’t life nice?
by krisis
People never believe me when i tell them i’m an introvert. How could i be? I’m the friendliest most open person in the world! This might be true, but that side of me is only available when i’m around other people, and those times are often few and far between. I have so much introvertedness in my system, probably from being an only child without any local friends to hang around with. What i wound up with is my own continuity inside of my head that no one else gets to share in. Except you. I suppose at its heart this has been about emptying the contents of my head out so that i know that someone else can hear them and recognizing, even from my first posts. The question is, … is this a healthy exercise, or does it just worsen matters? I suppose that there’s no way to tell, but in general the less i interact with other real people the worse off i am.
by krisis
Pi Nu Epsilon is a cool group of people because you know you have one overriding truth in common with everyone else in the Fraternity: you love music. Maybe you love to be in the spotlight, or to hold down the rhythm, or just to sit back inbetween your parts and listen, but it’s an uncommon comfort in relating to relative strangers that you know they swoon for a sweet melody the same way you do. Another interesting aspect of finally meeting our three other chapters is that they’re approximately three quarters female because both their bands and schools are predominantly female (whereas Drexel, primarily being an engineering and technology school, is almost to the point of an even gender split). I went over rather well for not knowing a single person (the first comment out of my mouth after our dizzying and frigid dorm-to-dorm dash search for the other members was “That was the worst fucking game of hide-and-go-seek i’ve every played.”), and i (as a matter of course) developed a crush on one of my sisters from another chapter in about ten minutes flat. Overall, the people were cool, we got stuff done, and i ate a whole freakin’ lot of red meat. I think i gained 10 pounds. Uck. But, hey, i looked dead sexy the whole time.
by krisis
Might i add that on my way out to nearly miss the train yesterday i threw two handfuls of styling gell in my hair and just piled it on the top of my head, and the result was me looking dead fucking sexy for one entire day. That only happens to me once or twice a year, ya know…