No I will not play cotton eyed joe.

Note: This post written last Sunday night.
I had an odd weekend. Elias came on Friday. He and I hung out some, did the monkey thing, and then went on a quest for an epic night. We found it. It started with lying over the bridge at the lake so the reflection looks right side up and the real world looks like a reflection, and I felt we'd fallen into a parallel universe. If that was true, the rest of the night made good sense. If not, well, I hallucinated it or something. Went to bed around 9am on the futon in the TH.
Got up at 1 and went back to my house, slept til 7, ate and went to spin at the bonfire. Then I rushed home for my stuff and went to play the Masquerave. It was fine, my computer was being glitchy and odd (kept cutting the sound), but whatever. The Masquerave was very empty. I was asked to play cotton eyed joe, which was just weird. As always, I cannot get dressed up in a corset, black satin elbow gloves, and a top hat, and not want to make out with someone. But as there was no one appropriate/acceptable at the party, I restrained myself admirably.
Today, I ran errands and lay on Sunset hill reading, then went to work and continued reading, and basically did nothing productive all day. I have so much work. I'm totally screwed.

Still nothing to say

I'm 22! My birthday was Monday. Unsurprisingly, I was stressed and tired and emo and ran out of family birthday dinner crying. That happy birthday shit is a giant lie. Like the cake. No actually, my birthday cake did turn out to be a lie. Twice. Long story.
I'm having a party on Saturday night, which I have no idea how many people are attending. Also, I must talk to my housemates about it.
Monkey madness continues, with at least 2 rehearsals a day this week. nothing I'm in is ready, and acts are due Sunday. Yeah.
Happily the Masquerave has been moved and will no loner be the same night as the fire show. Hallelujah.
My art is coming along. I finished the painting I was working on, it looks awesome, even if the pictures I took of it don't. I can't post them now, because I have to go to Women in Antiquity. I skipped Ballet this morning, tired and headachey and not wearing tights today. It just wasn't happening.

Goofy and sore

Super busy weekend AHHH!
Friday- Thrift store (fail), race to monkeys, speed fire, fastest attempt to get 3 women drunk and dressed up ever (found Friedman), sound check, Shiva Rave! My set was ok... the 1st half kinda sucked, then I found my stride and got rocking, only to be told far too soon that it was Connor and Christopher's turn, so I should stop. Then we went back to my house for another drink, danced a bit (not enough), returned the speakers and went to the Acrop where I finally got dinner. It was good, not as good as the fall, but awesome none the less.
Saturday- Not enough sleep. Chilled with Friedman. Tried to repaint the Shiva black, but all the rollers were dead. VT football instead. Then Friedman and I got dinner. Fire, at which I was too cold and tired to spin. Also, I learned on Friday that I don't like spinning in deep snow. My toes are cold and my balance is off, and when I try to move I end up tripping/sliding so my flow gets ruined because I have to remain rooted on the ground. Then I went home, was amused by best of creigslist and passive agressive notes, and went to bed.
Today- up at 6 am for a Snowboard trip. Stacey is a really good teacher and I made lots of progress. ie I suck less now. Here is what I learned: 1) I must board goofy (right foot front) or t all goes to hell. 2) Toe turns, better heel turns, and how to do both intentionally. 3)How to stop (mostly) and how to get up without doing the stupid flip onto your belly like a whale bit. 4) How to ride the chair lift, often without falling over on the way off. 5) That the bit where you eat it -ie crash, sucks, but not as bad as expected. The first time I had a major fall, about an hour in, I "caught edge" - too much snow in front of the lip of the board, and you flip, in my case backwards and my head goes boing boing boing. Stacey was all "Are you ok?!" I gave her a thumbs up, lay there a second and then made it to the bottom of the run. She was very impressed. Apparently, she'd been thinking that either I'd be like 'Ouch. Done for the day' or I'd man up. I maned up. As long as nothings broken, I figure its like a horse. You lay there until you remember how to breathe, then you get up, get back on, and go again. Otherwise, by the time you're ready to try again, the fear will be much worse than the fall. 6) I have adrenaline. I like it. I was going down the run, feeling great, finally realized why this sport is awesome, then I had too much speed, not enough control, and literally flipped. I swear, if I'd put my hands down, I could've done a cartwheel. I flipped completely over myself. Anyway, after, I kind of wanted to do it again. I lived, and it was awesome. Before the stroke, I'd've been terrified, but now, well, its about having fun. And It didn't end badly, which means it was awesome. 7) Mom was right. The helmet is crucial. 8) I need better equipment. Ie snow pants with pockets and long enough to cover the boot tops, more waterproof gloves (preferably which don't let the snow in my wrists) and goggles. Definitely goggles.
Now I've come to work and done my reading for tomorrow. I need dinner, a hot shower and bed and lots of icy hot. Lots of icy hot. My feet, calves, neck and abs all always hurt post Shiva. Feet, back, hips, butt, calves, thighs, shoulders and neck got further abused today. Everything will be sore in the morning.

Back again

Getting back to school has been majorly busy
There has been all sorts of drama with my friends - break ups, fights, people moving, getting back from JYA, all sorts of nonsense. But mostly, its been good, and I'm glad to be with them for one last semester!
Monkeys are going well, we're about to embark on the Spring Fire show, which I'm running. It will be glorious. We're also doing the Wicked Winter fest- Charlie and the Condom Factory. Don't ask. Look, its an adult Ren faire. What do you want? Raunchy humor earns tips. We're poor.
I'm still working on the purse I've been knitting, although I've finished the part that will be sewn into the actual bag, now I'm just knitting the strap. Then lining and sewing, then DONE. Finally.
I decorated a notebook for Kate Tracy, and she thinks, and I agree, that I should sell them. Perhaps this can be a way for making some money after graduation.
OMFG the Shiva Rave is this weekend! I'm playing the 11pm slot! Everyone but me is tag-teaming, so I'm kinda paranoid. But, I have tons of music prepped and it should be awesome, even if said prep is eating my life. Now if only I knew what to wear... I'm such a girl.
Classes should be good. I'm taking Advanced beginning ballet, which is fine. I'm also taking Women in Antiquity, which has a metric butt-ton of reading, but seems interesting. Also, Barbra Olsen rocks. Then I have Color Theory, which is basically collage and playing with color, yay. And Behavioral Econ, which seems really cool, and is taught by Sean Flynn, who despite being slighty wierd (hey, it's Vassar), is awesome-sauce and really fun.
Graduation is coming way to soon and while I am ready to be done with the academic nonsense here, I'm not done with Monkeys and VT and my friends. Also, in the real world one needs a plan and income and a place to live, so I have to sort that out ASAP. I'm freaking out a little.
As if that weren't enough, I'm taking belly dance and yoga and going home for PT and working 8 hours a week at the ROC. My room is already a huge mess. And going to the gym 3 mornings a week, and trying to have a life and some downtime and make some art. Sleep what?

Fell off the earth

Ok, I know I fell off the earth when I came back to school, but we were talking about Stacey's blog last night, so I thought I'd update. Finally.
So, world's shortest synopsis of my life:
VT- Shiva Rave was awesome!
Monkeys- Lots of new frosh. Yay! Unfortunately, stuff isn't going as well as I hoped. But my expectations were unreasonably high. I am so short on patience for this nonsense. Luckily, Ashlyn and Stacey and Christopher, an odd enough group, are keeping me sane-ish. The fire show turned out fine, I just didn't have a very good time. This weekend we had a party that was not what I needed at all.
I am suddenly super angsty and depressed again. Maybe I'll get some sleep and actually be able to enjoy Wildfire this weekend.
I am taking an awesome online class with Suzi Blu on mixed media painting but I have had almost no time to work on it.
I've also done no school work. I have a midterm in a week. This is going to bite me in the ass, isn't it.