Argh - running like a hamster on a wheel
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itsallovernowThere was all of this stuff I was supposed to do last night. Edit, and write, and edit some more. And instead spent four hours watching the mini twice, which shouldn't surprise anyone, and now am going through the flist, riffing on the squee and totally distracted by the thought of having two more hours tonight, and trying not to get misty at the thought of this being it, of having no more to anticipate.
And I'm still not done with the writing and editing and am not quite sure how I'm going to get done.
Also, saw the Motorcycle Diaries this weekend and Garden State, again. Also saw a decent band at the Cat Club, and since I clearly can't be Claudia Black when I grow up, let alone Aeryn Sun, then I think I'd like to be a rock star. Maybe Kim Deal, because bass is just so fucking sexy. Yup, a rock star. Got the hair for it.
I liked Garden State even more the second time, still think the ending was a cop out, but I wasn't unhappy with it.
The Motorcycle Diaries, well, even if you're not starry eyed over Che Guevara, distracted by utopian thoughts of socialism and the rights of the people, go see this movie. It's beautiful, the stars of it are beautiful, and it's a beautifully subtle depiction of how Ernesto Guevera developed his need to be a revolutionary without ever really addressing his future. It's a young Che, very young, seeing South America on the back of a battered bike, and it's done with humor, and a rich tapestry of experiences and fuck ups and interactions. The people they meet shape their views, as do the times and the circumstances and you feel yourself changing along with these idealistic young men who draw people to them.
I also am on the hunt for a turquoise wig for the stripper number. Blue, they have. Turquoise, not so much.
Got to go back to ballet, which was wonderful. Am not going to be a Snowflake, for a variety of reasons. Some good, some irritating, all probably for the best. Which doesn't make me less irritated, but well, I'll deal. My ballet teacher, whom I've been with for years, didn't know if I'd be able to dance. So she didn't cast me. She also didn't ask me, which is the part that makes me angry. She shouldn't have taken that for granted, but I see why she did. I didn't go to the audition - because I had rehearsal, and couldn't wear my point shoes anyway, and I told her this. So, I see her point. Casting a show like this is a humongous pain in the ass, and she's flaky anyway about things. Out of sight, out of mind. I'm still the Arabian dancer, but really, that's just bellydancing. It's not interactive, but I don't even know when I would fit rehearsals in, and the only other corps number I'd have time for is Waltz of the Flowers, which is boring and endless, so it's okay. But, like I said, a little disappointing. I'll get over it. And hopefully return to editing!!
And I'm still not done with the writing and editing and am not quite sure how I'm going to get done.
Also, saw the Motorcycle Diaries this weekend and Garden State, again. Also saw a decent band at the Cat Club, and since I clearly can't be Claudia Black when I grow up, let alone Aeryn Sun, then I think I'd like to be a rock star. Maybe Kim Deal, because bass is just so fucking sexy. Yup, a rock star. Got the hair for it.
I liked Garden State even more the second time, still think the ending was a cop out, but I wasn't unhappy with it.
The Motorcycle Diaries, well, even if you're not starry eyed over Che Guevara, distracted by utopian thoughts of socialism and the rights of the people, go see this movie. It's beautiful, the stars of it are beautiful, and it's a beautifully subtle depiction of how Ernesto Guevera developed his need to be a revolutionary without ever really addressing his future. It's a young Che, very young, seeing South America on the back of a battered bike, and it's done with humor, and a rich tapestry of experiences and fuck ups and interactions. The people they meet shape their views, as do the times and the circumstances and you feel yourself changing along with these idealistic young men who draw people to them.
I also am on the hunt for a turquoise wig for the stripper number. Blue, they have. Turquoise, not so much.
Got to go back to ballet, which was wonderful. Am not going to be a Snowflake, for a variety of reasons. Some good, some irritating, all probably for the best. Which doesn't make me less irritated, but well, I'll deal. My ballet teacher, whom I've been with for years, didn't know if I'd be able to dance. So she didn't cast me. She also didn't ask me, which is the part that makes me angry. She shouldn't have taken that for granted, but I see why she did. I didn't go to the audition - because I had rehearsal, and couldn't wear my point shoes anyway, and I told her this. So, I see her point. Casting a show like this is a humongous pain in the ass, and she's flaky anyway about things. Out of sight, out of mind. I'm still the Arabian dancer, but really, that's just bellydancing. It's not interactive, but I don't even know when I would fit rehearsals in, and the only other corps number I'd have time for is Waltz of the Flowers, which is boring and endless, so it's okay. But, like I said, a little disappointing. I'll get over it. And hopefully return to editing!!
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Date: 2004-10-18 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-18 11:12 pm (UTC)Hee. Thanks babe!
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Date: 2004-10-19 12:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-19 12:41 am (UTC)and for a reward for surviving all the dren that life has been tossing around...john crighton on a platter. just think about it and you'll smile? ;)
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Date: 2004-10-19 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-19 04:45 pm (UTC)*hee*
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Date: 2004-10-19 05:11 pm (UTC)And I hope you're having an absolutely frelling fantastic time!