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Well, since I have a huge-ass test in World Civ tomorrow, this seems as good of a time as any to update about the last couple weeks.
The Trip:
We boarded the flight to Boston Thursday morning, bright and early. This was the first time I'd flown since 9/11, but it didn't seem like anything changed, except now you ave to take off your shoes when you go through the metal-detector thing. Whatever. The flight was awesome; nobody was on it, I slept for most of it, and I saw "Something's Gotta Give" which, while not being stunning, made me laugh.
Friday was Tufts visiting, which was pretty chill. Our tour guide was intense (he did, maybe, every extra-curricular you possibly could) but my class was cancelled. Boo. We then saw New England Conservatory, which I would hate to go to, but would be cool to take classes at (their recital hall is GORGEOUS), and you can with the Tufts/NEC program. We went to my grandma's friends' house for dinner, who, as luck would have it, had a HOT son who goes to Tufts, Bryan. So I got to chat up Bryan and his friend Tony over lobster. Good.
We explored Boston on Saturday with my mom's friend who lives there. Second to Paris, Boston is far and away my favorite city ever. I can totally picture myself living there; everything you could possibly want is in this relativly small (walk-across-in-2-hours) city. GAH I love it. Then we went to Legal's in Cambridge, and poor girl-deprived MIT-ers all came and talked to me. Ha.
Sunday was the first time I didn't celebrate Easter with my entire family. We didn't celebrate at all really, which was weird. We drove to Providence and hung out with my ex-aunt and my half-cousin who I've never seen. Okay, sure.
Brown was Monday and I must say, I was disappointed. I built myself up SO much for that, and nothing was really that special. Music department sucked, people were none too friendly, Thayer Street was blah. I might apply just cuz the drama teacher asked me to, and because it's Brown, but...meh? We saw my great-aunt and -uncle in the evening. Drove to Mystic; ate MYSTIC PIZZA HELL YEAH!
Anywho, we went to Connecticut College the next day, perhaps the rainiest Tuesday ever. We'd beeen really lucky with weather, but that day was SO blah. Connecticut College was really pretty, but REALLY just like my high school. Plus, NO ONE talked in the class I was in, about Modern European Theater. And people didn't know what "to mince" was. Sadly, I had the most awesome interview, and bet I could get in. But it was lame. We drove to New Haven, and saw this show, "The King Stag," a world premiere musical, which was SO funny, although some parts didn't make sense. hehe..."pink slip? Damn you milkman!"
Ah, New Haven. I couldn't have picked a better way to spend a Wednesday. I loved Yale. Truly, madly, deeply. I won't try to put my love into words. But it rocks. And I made another "Brian" friend who is hot and amazingly nice. Drove to Middletown.
Thursday was Wesleyan, which sucked so bad, I won't even write about it. Although, my class on Ibsen and Shaw kinda was good, and I totally participated with my stunning analysis of Waiting for Godot (aka, I said something straight from the mouth of the teacher at ConnColl. ha; way to be mindless). Drove to Poughkeepsie; saw "Measure for Measure" at Vassar, which was interesting. GOOD guy actors, there, yes?
Last college was Vassar, where I spent my Friday. Second to Yale, Vassar was my favorite of the ones we saw. It is stunningly gorgeous, people are super-cool, theater is nice, there's stuff to do, train ride to New York, etc. I met a couple of seniors who were accepted, and they were pretty cool (one was from Geneva!). I took a class on the musical in film, which ROCKED. How cool is a class where you watch movie-musicals all day and hang out with really awesome, totally gay guys who talked about musicals? Pretty damn cool. My new gay friend Eric and I commisserated about Brown and how cool we are.
The weekend was spent and family friends Linda and Kenny's house. I was put to work doing manicures for Kristin's birthday party Friday night and ccalming down a bunch of 8-year-olds (sigh). We saw Matisse and Chagall stained glass windows and the coolest sports bar ever. And Alison does some insane irish step dancing.
GOOD, YES? OKAY!
The Stress
School sucks a lot. As I said, I have a huge test tomorrow, and next week begins the finals I have to take for AP classes (French, English, Physics). I'm not too worried, except about Physics which I am sure to fail. My meeting periods are filled with meetings for Journalism next year (Co-Editor-in-Chief, BABY), which are fun, but time-consuming. Plus, Pulse is competing Saturday, and we have to rehearse, I'm supposed to take pictures for my World Civ Honors project, and I have a MAJOR audition Saturday which I don't have a monolouge for. And I HAVE to be good, especially in front of certain people who will be there (read on...)
The Issues
So, I was trying to get ahold on Nick over break, and no one would answer his phone. We talked on Sunday, planning to meet Wednesday and talk, since I was gone for so long. Long story short, he called on Monday to break up with me, saying that we weren't spending enough time together and it wasn't fair to either of us to try to make it work on such busy schedules (mad deja vu back to Matt). I pretty much thought this was bullshit, seeing as my schedule is way more filled that his, and I was willing to make time for things. And it was pretty shitty of him to pull that on a day when he knew I was stressed, my dad had been in Japan for two weeks, and we were going to the prom together in 3 weeks.
After thinking about it, however, I realized that it wasn't Nick that I was clinging onto; I just REALLY liked having a boyfriend again. A lot. It especially helped break some ties to Nick by hearing what people in Pirates really thought of him now that they didn't have to spare my feelings (some of which I cannot repeat. hee). I relayed the situation to John, who instantly agreed to fill Nick's place at Prom, so that's not a problem. I just miss having someone to talk to no matter what, and who makes me feel pretty. I LIKE TO FEEL PRETTY!
The real issue is that we had both applied to this 9-week conservatory program over the summer, and I have to see him at auditions this weekend and, possibly, every day this summer. I can't say how much this sucks, but I want to do this program SO badly. Nick has never really heardmy sing solo before. Let alone act.
So I better be good. DAMN good.
I want to change the words on my write comment/comment thingy. How is this goal achieved?
I'll close this with a meaningful song which Nic and I heard on the radio this morning, and which we sang all day:
(you have to imagine this sung by one of those really hippie-like twenty-something teachers with a guitar singing with her kindergarten class. it's brilliant)
Earth Day! Earth Day!
It's Mother Earth's birthday!
Earth Day! Earth Day!
Let's take care of our world!
word.
The Trip:
We boarded the flight to Boston Thursday morning, bright and early. This was the first time I'd flown since 9/11, but it didn't seem like anything changed, except now you ave to take off your shoes when you go through the metal-detector thing. Whatever. The flight was awesome; nobody was on it, I slept for most of it, and I saw "Something's Gotta Give" which, while not being stunning, made me laugh.
Friday was Tufts visiting, which was pretty chill. Our tour guide was intense (he did, maybe, every extra-curricular you possibly could) but my class was cancelled. Boo. We then saw New England Conservatory, which I would hate to go to, but would be cool to take classes at (their recital hall is GORGEOUS), and you can with the Tufts/NEC program. We went to my grandma's friends' house for dinner, who, as luck would have it, had a HOT son who goes to Tufts, Bryan. So I got to chat up Bryan and his friend Tony over lobster. Good.
We explored Boston on Saturday with my mom's friend who lives there. Second to Paris, Boston is far and away my favorite city ever. I can totally picture myself living there; everything you could possibly want is in this relativly small (walk-across-in-2-hours) city. GAH I love it. Then we went to Legal's in Cambridge, and poor girl-deprived MIT-ers all came and talked to me. Ha.
Sunday was the first time I didn't celebrate Easter with my entire family. We didn't celebrate at all really, which was weird. We drove to Providence and hung out with my ex-aunt and my half-cousin who I've never seen. Okay, sure.
Brown was Monday and I must say, I was disappointed. I built myself up SO much for that, and nothing was really that special. Music department sucked, people were none too friendly, Thayer Street was blah. I might apply just cuz the drama teacher asked me to, and because it's Brown, but...meh? We saw my great-aunt and -uncle in the evening. Drove to Mystic; ate MYSTIC PIZZA HELL YEAH!
Anywho, we went to Connecticut College the next day, perhaps the rainiest Tuesday ever. We'd beeen really lucky with weather, but that day was SO blah. Connecticut College was really pretty, but REALLY just like my high school. Plus, NO ONE talked in the class I was in, about Modern European Theater. And people didn't know what "to mince" was. Sadly, I had the most awesome interview, and bet I could get in. But it was lame. We drove to New Haven, and saw this show, "The King Stag," a world premiere musical, which was SO funny, although some parts didn't make sense. hehe..."pink slip? Damn you milkman!"
Ah, New Haven. I couldn't have picked a better way to spend a Wednesday. I loved Yale. Truly, madly, deeply. I won't try to put my love into words. But it rocks. And I made another "Brian" friend who is hot and amazingly nice. Drove to Middletown.
Thursday was Wesleyan, which sucked so bad, I won't even write about it. Although, my class on Ibsen and Shaw kinda was good, and I totally participated with my stunning analysis of Waiting for Godot (aka, I said something straight from the mouth of the teacher at ConnColl. ha; way to be mindless). Drove to Poughkeepsie; saw "Measure for Measure" at Vassar, which was interesting. GOOD guy actors, there, yes?
Last college was Vassar, where I spent my Friday. Second to Yale, Vassar was my favorite of the ones we saw. It is stunningly gorgeous, people are super-cool, theater is nice, there's stuff to do, train ride to New York, etc. I met a couple of seniors who were accepted, and they were pretty cool (one was from Geneva!). I took a class on the musical in film, which ROCKED. How cool is a class where you watch movie-musicals all day and hang out with really awesome, totally gay guys who talked about musicals? Pretty damn cool. My new gay friend Eric and I commisserated about Brown and how cool we are.
The weekend was spent and family friends Linda and Kenny's house. I was put to work doing manicures for Kristin's birthday party Friday night and ccalming down a bunch of 8-year-olds (sigh). We saw Matisse and Chagall stained glass windows and the coolest sports bar ever. And Alison does some insane irish step dancing.
GOOD, YES? OKAY!
The Stress
School sucks a lot. As I said, I have a huge test tomorrow, and next week begins the finals I have to take for AP classes (French, English, Physics). I'm not too worried, except about Physics which I am sure to fail. My meeting periods are filled with meetings for Journalism next year (Co-Editor-in-Chief, BABY), which are fun, but time-consuming. Plus, Pulse is competing Saturday, and we have to rehearse, I'm supposed to take pictures for my World Civ Honors project, and I have a MAJOR audition Saturday which I don't have a monolouge for. And I HAVE to be good, especially in front of certain people who will be there (read on...)
The Issues
So, I was trying to get ahold on Nick over break, and no one would answer his phone. We talked on Sunday, planning to meet Wednesday and talk, since I was gone for so long. Long story short, he called on Monday to break up with me, saying that we weren't spending enough time together and it wasn't fair to either of us to try to make it work on such busy schedules (mad deja vu back to Matt). I pretty much thought this was bullshit, seeing as my schedule is way more filled that his, and I was willing to make time for things. And it was pretty shitty of him to pull that on a day when he knew I was stressed, my dad had been in Japan for two weeks, and we were going to the prom together in 3 weeks.
After thinking about it, however, I realized that it wasn't Nick that I was clinging onto; I just REALLY liked having a boyfriend again. A lot. It especially helped break some ties to Nick by hearing what people in Pirates really thought of him now that they didn't have to spare my feelings (some of which I cannot repeat. hee). I relayed the situation to John, who instantly agreed to fill Nick's place at Prom, so that's not a problem. I just miss having someone to talk to no matter what, and who makes me feel pretty. I LIKE TO FEEL PRETTY!
The real issue is that we had both applied to this 9-week conservatory program over the summer, and I have to see him at auditions this weekend and, possibly, every day this summer. I can't say how much this sucks, but I want to do this program SO badly. Nick has never really heardmy sing solo before. Let alone act.
So I better be good. DAMN good.
I want to change the words on my write comment/comment thingy. How is this goal achieved?
I'll close this with a meaningful song which Nic and I heard on the radio this morning, and which we sang all day:
(you have to imagine this sung by one of those really hippie-like twenty-something teachers with a guitar singing with her kindergarten class. it's brilliant)
Earth Day! Earth Day!
It's Mother Earth's birthday!
Earth Day! Earth Day!
Let's take care of our world!
word.