vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (it's just been that kinda day /)
WHOOOOO!!!

*collapses*
vanitashaze: Kirk throwing up his hands. (Jazz hands!)
I have this rare affliction among teenage girls: I think of myself as more attractive than I actually am. I don't know how this happened, exactly, or why, but usually I'm pretty good with it, and it allows me to tell my friends - who are inevitably moaning and groaning over how awful they look, how they're fat and disgusting - no, if I'm attractive than you're really attractive, shut up, you're gorgeous, you know it's true. And that's great. But man, when this is true, there is nothing like seeing about ten thousand pictures of yourself from really bad angles (because they're shot from the audience), making scrunched-up, sour faces, because the character you're playing in the play is a simpering, abusive mother who wants her daughter to wed Demetrius or DIE. (Seriously - why?) It is not so helpful for the affliction; in fact, it is almost a cure.
vanitashaze: Ruby. (what at the heart of your engine's rage?)
SUPER-HUGE FUCK-OFF LIST OF VID RECS IS UP!
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (it's just been that kinda day /)
I am so there.

Also, who knew that Jeffrey Dean Morgan - i.e. the Winchester Daddy - was the Comedian in Watchmen? Because I didn't.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (girl if you're a seascape i'll be a boat)
Dear Bally heels for sale in a DC consignment shop:

You are strappy, kickass, and for a 3.5 inch heel, super comfortable. You are also my size - 10.5 - which makes you a rarity among footwear. Perhaps because of this, you are also on sale for 70%, which averages out to about $20, when you normally market for ~$500. And oh yeah: you are MINE now! Ha!

A: "You are so much of a girl sometimes it hurts."

Me: "Yeah, pretty much. Want to talk eyeliner?"

Also, if you are in the DC area any time during March, go see Clybourne Park at Woolly Mammoth Theatre. I went during the Pay-What-You-Can night - $2.50 theatre tickets! Three hour line! Chinese food afterwards with far-traveling friend at one in the morning! I love living in a metropolitan area - and it was bloody amazing. It's hilarious, and uncomfortable, and thought-provoking, and all the more important now, in this allegedly "post-racial" era. (Which, sadly: HA. Dream on.)
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
AAAAAAAAAAAAH JOB HUNTING.

*claws face off*
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
Using pronouns in a same-sex romance? AHHHHH. It's enough to drive you to epithets.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (it's just been that kinda day /)
Don't you just want to be this lady when you grow up?

Cut for big, awesome photo. )

Photo off Stockholm Street Style blog.

Also: ahahaha fashion world. I have combat boots; they were army surplus and $10 at Goodwill. And they still look less cheap than these.
vanitashaze: Profile of Teyla. (we burn our boats each new year /)
After being thoroughly impressed by Jude Law's work in Sherlock Holmes - and damn, I cannot WAIT until that comes out on DVD - I decided to check out the rest of his ouvre. For such a well-known star, he has a surprisingly short resume, and really only a handful of his parts have been leads. As soon as I can find a copy, Wilde is next on the list... For now, I've contented myself with The Talented Mr. Ripley (his breakout role) and Cold Mountain. I like the former, but surprisingly, it's the latter that's my favorite of the two, and this is something I did not expect. INMAN = ODYSSEUS; RUBY = FANTASTIC. Spoilers for Cold Mountain, starring Jude Law, Nicole Kidman, and Renee Zellweger. )

In other news, I got my [livejournal.com profile] deancastiel Secret Angels Three assignment back, to which I have two words: What the...? I am not well-suited for these prompts at all.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (it's just been that kinda day /)
I AM DONE WITH ALL MY COLLEGE ESSAYS AND APPLICATIONS OH YES HALLELUJAH ETC. ETC. THANK YOU ALLAH, YAHWEH, JESUS, AND/OR FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER.

*collapses*
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (girl if you're a seascape i'll be a boat)
Unlike short stories - with which I have severe problems with too little length - I have problems keeping poetry short. It's difficult, you know? On the one hand, I feel like there's more to what I want to say, or even when there isn't, that people won't get it, and on the other hand, I don't want to clutter. I want to write, as Hemingway said, one true sentence, over and over, but damn it, sometimes that one true sentence is just one. I don't know. I think it's perfect, and then I blink and it looks like a great start but just that, a prequel.

And yes, this was inspired by Supernatural, which - despite all the skeevy gender issues which I am not even TOUCHING right now, because, well, AGH - is really fascinating and addictive and not nearly as scary as I'd thought. I still can't watch the haunted house episode, though. Or the more recent one with the dead schoolboys. Apparently I am severely creeped out by pale children.



GOOD NEWS

"ויהי אור," said God,
and as it was written,
so it occurred.

fin.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
Theatre has kind of been a bitch to me lately. Between the production I was in and the productions I was trying to see - and now, of course, the million and one productions I'm trying to figure out how to audition for - I feel like my most recent of mistresses has been very fickle. Our admittedly amateur show goes off awesomely - it's the talk of the town, and when I say it, I mostly mean the male lead and myself - and we get tepid, badly-written (misspelled!) reviews. I finally scrounge up enough money to go see Angels in America: Perestroika, on the last day that it's playing, and because I waited so long the tickets are sold out. (Obviously I'm a little annoyed: see title.)

To top it all off, of course, I would have thought that I'd have more free time after this production finished - to post and write and not be TEARING MY CHEMICALLY-TREATED HAIR OUT BY THE ROOTS - but apparently, no. I felt a void and have endeavored to fill it with dozens of other activities, and I'm only now just realizing that it means I will be just as busy.

I know it's immature to whine about time management, but really, I feel like I could use a little release.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
Bloddy sodding hell. I never thought I'd say this, but I never want to read another history in my life. I think I've spent almost two weeks in a delirium of accents, strange grammar structures, and trying - and failing, miserably - to explain my research verbally in something other than a jumble of short es and blaighs in an American accent. Thank god at least most of the analyses of the Cumann na mBan (basically, the women's IRA) are in English, and I only have to contend with names and places, which still have far too many letters. Máire Nic Shiúblaigh, for instance. I know there must be a logical way to pronounce it but for the life of me I cannot figure out how.

I must say, I have real sympathy for all these historians, because according to them, during the time they are studying, the push for the Irish language was so strong that the Cumann na mBan secretaries were instructed to relay all their internal messages in it. Ouch.

(And yes, like every other speaker of American English, I am incredibly obnoxious when it comes to language! It's like that old joke that my teacher's linguist wife tells: What do you call someone who speaks two languages; three languages; many languages; one language? Answer: bilingual, trilingual, polyglot, American.)

In other news: sorry, internets. I've been pretty much dead to everything that isn't a) term papers, b) college applications, c) play rehearsal, or d) SAT I and II review. (Though at least with the last, I'm almost done with, and what I have gotten back is pretty good, I think, in the high 700s. Which of course makes my 500s math score suck further.) ...But I promise I'll emerge from this! Eventually!
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
"Though answer (C) does show up several times in the passage, answer (E) is the more complete answer."

SAT II Literature exam: ALL ANSWERS ARE RIGHT, BUT SOME ARE MORE RIGHT THAN OTHERS.

*screams*
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (Default)
1. As per the instructions on the sign-up page, I now announce to you: [livejournal.com profile] multiverse5000! Is open! Prompt claiming goes until June 1st, with a wealth of different prompts from different fandoms. For those not in the know, [livejournal.com profile] multiverse5000 is a multifandom crossover / mashup challenge for SciFi shows. It's got everything from world!gen - the prompt I chose, for example - to character!gen, to slash, to het; from Farscape to Firefly, and some other ones besides. (Seriously. I've never even heard of some of these shows, and I'm a pretty committed geek.)

2. My local comic dealer got some promo stuff a few days ago, and one of them caught my eye: a Marvel "Noir" series, some of which are apparently out already. Has anyone heard anything about them? Are they good?

3. Going to see Design for Living this weekend! Am very, very excited, even if my theatre companion has all of the maturity of a lemur.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (Default)
Oh. My. Fucking. God. Two hours, and I'm going to be unpacking this for weeks.

If you are in the vicinity of Washington D.C. anytime between now and April 26th, YOU MUST SEE THIS PLAY.

vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (Default)
So, the highlight of my night? Was nearly getting stuck in the middle of a gang-related mob fight that broke out. In downtown Silver Spring. At a nonviolence concert.

I have never had much sympathy for police, but man, I am starting to get why they behave like such assholes. (Hint: because everyone else is so stupid.)
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (Default)
Just... God. Love and hate and saintly motorcyclists, the sound of rain on the windows, "Howl" echoing in my ears and 70,000 deaths on the page. See, it's right there, such a clear and precise and fucking sterile representation of

1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person + 1 person, times ten, times a hundred, SEVENTY THOUSAND, and even that cannot sum up the sheer amount that's fucking LOST with every death, their own small epics of love and irrelevancies and careless cruelties, all that makes you you, and so, perhaps this is the only way, imagine yourself times seventy thousand, and imagine yourself dead, and imagine them together.

All of this and thousands more: Nanjing, Dresden, Darfur, Haiti, blood-rust and sweet decay and fuck you, Kerouac, fuck you, Peter Martin - fuck you and the Old Testament you rode in on - don't you DARE shy away from Alexander's hand, shy away from Sammy's, because after all this, you're so fucking trivial, you're such a grain of sand on the beach, and

Jesus Christ, humanity, when are we going to get our shit together?

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