Failure

Woops. So I failed NaBloPoMo this month . . . sue me. The approaching end of the semester pulls down my blog on the big list of priorities.

Although, I'm not gonna sit here & make it sound like I didn't post because I was doing important schoolwork . . . I was with friends. Playing monopoly . . . & watching shows in our lovely theatre & memorizing lines. And yesterday, I woke up around noon, which for me is just unbelievable . . . I NEVER sleep in. BUT, the night before I was up until two because I was wired. I was wired because the night before that I was up til three riding around with Irene on the scooter & still woke up @ 6:30 am. So, yesterday I woke up at noon, & invited a few friends over to hang out & wii it up. :)

Irene & Will came over & we had a blast. I picked up Will first who wanted a bigger game selection than my two standards of Wii Sports & Wii Play. So I offered to rent a game. We stood in the store for a few seconds before he yanked Rayman Raving Rabbids from the shelf & at $8 for a week, I prayed that he'd be content as I asked if he wanted anything else. After a thorough search of the shelf, he picked up Wario Ware. We rented both with a little trouble at the register. They're no longer accepting phone numbers if you don't have your card.

"Actually, we don't do the phone number thing anymore, but we do the driver's license thing."
"Here ya go"
"We don't have anyone in here under 'Klapp'"
"Ah, no, it would be under Smith."

Great. Way to have the single most common name on the planet, Brian.

"O . . .k . . . there's no Ripley Smith . . ."

How is this so difficult? My mother takes two seconds to say her name is Smith when she doesn't have her card

"Try Brian Smith . . ."
"Well, there's two Brian Smiths . . . address?"
I don't know his address. Good job, Ripley. I managed to recall a street name & after a few more questions & crinkled brows, the guy at the counter . . . whose name was . . . Jason or David . . . dunno why I get those mixed up . . . maybe there are two workers there that I'm familiar with, one of each name . . . anyway, he said he'd let me rent the games this time, but Brian would have to put me on his list. Damned if I know what that means, but I passed on the message to my mother while she was with him - not that I necessarily expect that to mean that he got the message . . . but it has been released into common knowledge.

Later I picked up Irene & we all dived into the games. Oh My God.

These games are unbelievable. It's like . . . they took someone with serious ADD, a touch of OCD, got them drunk & high, put them in a room with several random objects & told them to invent a game.

Rayman Raving Rabbids is a game where you do stuff involving bunnies. Ugly Bunnies. Ugly Bunnies that frequently yell, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!" You shoot plungers at them, you close the doors to their bathrooms before they throw plungers at YOU, & it's just all that random. Irene's favourite was a game where a chorus of bunnies sang Ode to Joy (la la la la la la la la la la la la laaa lala) & you had to find the bunny that was singing out of key & slap him.

Wario Ware is a game composed entirely of a great number of 3 second challenges. All of a sudden, the screen says, "SHAVE!" & you move the wiimote over a guy's face to shave it. "PICK!" & you pick a humongous nose. It's so random! And you find yourself laughing at the concept & after a while, you stop laughing at it & start doing it . . . & that makes you laugh at yourself . . . when you realize you just shooed away 7 kids with a skunk on a stick.
And the best part . . . yes, there's more . . . There are different poses with the wiimote. And they tell you which pose to prepare for before they give you the three second task. But they introduce the pose first. The put an elegant sketch on the screen, play relaxing/sexy music that's kind of reminiscent of Barry White & this guy, in an over-the-top soothing voice, introduces the pose. "The Umbrella. Hold the form baton vertically with the tip facing upward & your thumb resting lightly on the button. This pose gives you the quiet dignity . . . of a circus clown . . . in a thunderstorm."

I have these games for one week. Which is awesome because they're so random that I love them so much . . . I'd cry if I only had them for a day. But they're so stupid & Raymon Raving Rabbids REALLY aggravates my tendinitis, AND between Irene, Will, & I all taking turns, we beat both games! We're done!! So I'm really glad I spent the $8 a piece & also really glad I didn't spend $50 a piece. It's possible I may rent them again someday, but to have them in the house constantly is a bad idea for so many reasons.

So I took Will & Irene back to campus around 11, realizing halfway there that the decision that they were tired & wanted to go back was so sudden that we left without my grabbing my cell phone. My mother had been up in Philly for the day & I was in the 'any minute' time frame. Turns out she got there seconds before I did. I wound up passing Brian who had just dropped her off . . . & he may or may not have thought I recognized him immediately . . . I talk to people when I'm in the car & usually it's really rude stuff in an exaggeratedly kind tone. I turned the corned & grinned widely & said, "Hi there, I wanna turn left, what do you wanna do? Wanna get out of my way?" And then I saw it was Brian & laughed so hard I almost crashed at the all of 15 miles an hours I was going. When I got inside I immediately set up to show my mother the games. She played a round or two & was hooked. She managed to break away & go to bed by midnight. I had no such luck & wound up going to bed around 2:30 where, for some reason, I tossed & turned for at least an hour & managed to wake up several times over the course of the night. Had class @ 8. Oh, that was nice. Followed by a the next group's presentation on Tartuffe. Bill Clinton came into the presentation for some reason & a Freudian slip came up that, oddly enough, I've never heard before . . . The Oral Office.

Found out today that permission was granted &
I am now in a directing scene. And for a long time, I've
Really looked forward to my first kiss, only to find that it has now been
Scheduled for between 2 & 3:30 on
Tuesday afternoon. My first kiss goes to the stage.

Kind mercies have been granted.
I'm not fated to kiss ugliness incarnate. He's fairly attractive. However, I
Seem to be in quite an interesting
Situation regarding the fact that apparently, it's quite the passionate kiss & I won't know what the hell I'm doing.

So, in class today
Under no real pressure
During a
Discussion on translation, I
Exhibited a bit of talent during a reading
Not expecting anything along the lines of recognition

But after class, I was
Lassoed into acting in a directing scene in the
Event that the director can
Snare permission to fire her current actress.
She also happens to be directing a show
In next semester's season. Should I prove an asset, it may
Not be unthinkable to be cast in that show which may
Get me the stage time I need to be recognized by the bigger productions!!!

NaBloPoMo

Well, it's the 1st of the month & the theme is letters. & ya know, I'm so glad 2 hear it. 'Cause society 2day seems so rushed that they leave out letters 2 speed up their lives. In txt msgs, in e-mails, even just writing little notes. So if any1 finds it irrit8ing, this is the tribute. This month is all 'bout letters. & this month I'll leave 'em all in my posts. Also, I'm sure I'll be finding some interesting ways 2 use letters or 2 bring them out.

So, y'all should join in the theme & give the letters back their rights.