July 21, 2011 on the airplane, over Canada 7:55 PM EST
Well, we just ate, and for plane food, it wasn't that bad. It could be worse. Having survived a week on cold meals and trail food, I've definitely had worse (I'm not saying I enjoyed it, though).
And the guy in front of me just tilted his seat WAY back.
This is just great. Not.
Anyway, the two hours we've spent in the air have been relatively uneventful, except for some turbulence and the kid three seats over having hissy fits every half hour.
And now the seat belt lights are on, which means I am not allowed to go pee.
Not that I could. The guy in front of me has leaned so far back that I probably can't get out.
The light went off again. Awesome.
I'm going to empty my bladder while I have the time and the need, and hopefully there will be very little turbulence and the guy ahead of me won't lean back even more.
Also, I will hopefully be capable of exiting the seat. This remains to be seen.
Until I write again, farewell!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Entry #2, Europe Journal
July 21, 2011 5:35 PM, the plane
We are on a PLANE! WOOHOO! It's one of those super-huge planes where they play classical music ALL THE TIME (or for the twenty minutes we've been on, at least), have pillows AND blankets ON THE SEATS, and seat seven people to a row with two aisles. A diagram is in order. [Unfortunately, I cannot recreate this diagram. My apologies.]
I have no idea why they decided to be lame and remove the letters D, F, G, and I from the alphabet, but they did.
Okay, I will write later - I need to deal with my pens. I may write later today; I may write tomorrow; but I will write again. My logging-of-trip skills are not dead. Yet.
We are on a PLANE! WOOHOO! It's one of those super-huge planes where they play classical music ALL THE TIME (or for the twenty minutes we've been on, at least), have pillows AND blankets ON THE SEATS, and seat seven people to a row with two aisles. A diagram is in order. [Unfortunately, I cannot recreate this diagram. My apologies.]
I have no idea why they decided to be lame and remove the letters D, F, G, and I from the alphabet, but they did.
Okay, I will write later - I need to deal with my pens. I may write later today; I may write tomorrow; but I will write again. My logging-of-trip skills are not dead. Yet.
More Europe!
Okay, I KNOW I've been super-lame at posting. And I'll try to improve while still telling you what I did in Europe. So I have an idea of sorts. And it's a good idea. What is this good idea? To type up, on the blog, exactly (okay, not exactly, because some of it wound up being me being moody) what I wrote in The ItalioSwiss Chronicles. (I just made that title up, but I like it).
Well, I sort of already passed the first four entries, but here they are again. Because I can.
Entry #1 July 21, 2011 4:51 PM the airport
Well, after two years of planning and nearly two hours of going through security, we are finally awaiting boarding the plane to SWITZERLAND! THe troop has shrunk massively; our current group going to Switzerland (plus Mer, who went a few weeks ago) is only 1/6 (not counting Mer, or Liza, Mary, or Jordan, the last three of which aren't going) the size of the original troop.
Who is going?
Paige
Leila
Emily
Allison
Me
Moms:
My mom
Mrs. W
Mrs. K
It was a rather stressful morning. Well, I take that back. This morning was okay for us, until 11:30 when Mom's panic started to set in and I essentially had to half-repack my suitcase about twelve times. The panic exponentially increased from there.
Right now, after getting through security and having a while before boarding, most people's stress levels are relatively low, except for Allison, who is panicking because Jean is off getting some food and Allison is trying to tell her that she doens't need to (since it's an international flight, we're getting fed).
Now Jean is back, and as far as I can tell, stress levels are back to normal. Now Leila and Emily are arguing about whetehr whole grain goldfish are better than regular Goldfish (Emily is arguing in favor of whole grain Goldfish). Now we're all discussing Goldfish flavors.
The discussion ahs now progressed to snack foods, honey mustard, bacon, combos, and smell vs taste. Also, bacon and chocolate. And now I'm getting really hungry.
And avocados, pickled eggs, and the apparently strange food habits of one of the fathers.
Also, furbies.
And Leila's opinion of mashed potatoes (only at one place will she eat them). Paige doesn't normally eat potatoes.
Emily doesn't like bananas or raisins by themselves. Or celery or eggplant, period. But she likes craisins. But she DOES like celery with peanut butter OR salmon (but not together). Paige doesn't really like eggplant.
We are boarding now. Will write later.
Well, I sort of already passed the first four entries, but here they are again. Because I can.
Entry #1 July 21, 2011 4:51 PM the airport
Well, after two years of planning and nearly two hours of going through security, we are finally awaiting boarding the plane to SWITZERLAND! THe troop has shrunk massively; our current group going to Switzerland (plus Mer, who went a few weeks ago) is only 1/6 (not counting Mer, or Liza, Mary, or Jordan, the last three of which aren't going) the size of the original troop.
Who is going?
Paige
Leila
Emily
Allison
Me
Moms:
My mom
Mrs. W
Mrs. K
It was a rather stressful morning. Well, I take that back. This morning was okay for us, until 11:30 when Mom's panic started to set in and I essentially had to half-repack my suitcase about twelve times. The panic exponentially increased from there.
Right now, after getting through security and having a while before boarding, most people's stress levels are relatively low, except for Allison, who is panicking because Jean is off getting some food and Allison is trying to tell her that she doens't need to (since it's an international flight, we're getting fed).
Now Jean is back, and as far as I can tell, stress levels are back to normal. Now Leila and Emily are arguing about whetehr whole grain goldfish are better than regular Goldfish (Emily is arguing in favor of whole grain Goldfish). Now we're all discussing Goldfish flavors.
The discussion ahs now progressed to snack foods, honey mustard, bacon, combos, and smell vs taste. Also, bacon and chocolate. And now I'm getting really hungry.
And avocados, pickled eggs, and the apparently strange food habits of one of the fathers.
Also, furbies.
And Leila's opinion of mashed potatoes (only at one place will she eat them). Paige doesn't normally eat potatoes.
Emily doesn't like bananas or raisins by themselves. Or celery or eggplant, period. But she likes craisins. But she DOES like celery with peanut butter OR salmon (but not together). Paige doesn't really like eggplant.
We are boarding now. Will write later.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I'm BA-ACK!
I came home from Italy on Tuesday, and I really should have blogged about the whole 20-day trip then, but I didn't, so here I am, posting two days later. Yeah.
Anyway, I'll try and bounce over stuff in good enough detail to satisfy people and in little enough detail so I can actually start all the AP reading I have procrastinated on in a reasonable amount of time. I may have to break it up into multiple posts so the readers are satisfied and I still get homework done. Yeah.
Storytelling, commence!
So we left for the airport on Thursday, June 22nd at around 2:30. It took about 2 hours to get through check-in, security, and other international shenanigans before getting to the gate, where we had around half an hour before boarding started. It was long, so I was glad I was wearing my hiking boots since we were standing up so much (I was initially wearing them because I hadn't put my clothing into Ziploc bags and pressed all the air out (it's a space-saving trick that also keeps clothes dry that I learned from backpacking), so I had no room for my boots, which were the bulkiest things I brought). Anyway, then we actually boarded the plane, which was one of those International planes with ten seats in a row and two aisles. We departed at 6 PM; we landed in Geneva on Friday morning around 8 AM, Switzerland time. At home, it was 2 AM, and we had had around an hour of not-exactly-sleep on the plane (where you are not dreaming, but you still wake up), so we were all completely jet lagged, utterly exhausted, and running on adrenaline.
After we landed and got through customs, we took a train to Bern and checked into the only hostel in town.
Also, I nearly left my bag at the airport, but I didn't because Mom kept annoyingly not-reminding me by saying, "Are you SURE you have everything? Are you SURE you're sure?".
After the hostel, we went around Bern and went to the market, where I discovered my new favorite fruit-berry thing: a sort of mini pomegranate (it is about the size of a grape, is really veiny like a pomegranate, has the seediness of pomegranate, and kind of tastes like a pomegranate and a blackberry mixed together). I have no idea how to spell it (it had a long, cool-sounding German name), but it was really good, and we definitely don't have anything like it in the US.
Market food was what we had for lunch before going off to be dorky tourists for a while. I don't remember what we saw, but it was cool. Then we went to the hostel and ate dinner and slept really well.
And I'm going to leave it at that for now because I have a lot of AP reading to deal with and complete and stuff. Also, calculus packets. This is what you get for procrastinating on supper AP work...
Anyway, I'll try and bounce over stuff in good enough detail to satisfy people and in little enough detail so I can actually start all the AP reading I have procrastinated on in a reasonable amount of time. I may have to break it up into multiple posts so the readers are satisfied and I still get homework done. Yeah.
Storytelling, commence!
So we left for the airport on Thursday, June 22nd at around 2:30. It took about 2 hours to get through check-in, security, and other international shenanigans before getting to the gate, where we had around half an hour before boarding started. It was long, so I was glad I was wearing my hiking boots since we were standing up so much (I was initially wearing them because I hadn't put my clothing into Ziploc bags and pressed all the air out (it's a space-saving trick that also keeps clothes dry that I learned from backpacking), so I had no room for my boots, which were the bulkiest things I brought). Anyway, then we actually boarded the plane, which was one of those International planes with ten seats in a row and two aisles. We departed at 6 PM; we landed in Geneva on Friday morning around 8 AM, Switzerland time. At home, it was 2 AM, and we had had around an hour of not-exactly-sleep on the plane (where you are not dreaming, but you still wake up), so we were all completely jet lagged, utterly exhausted, and running on adrenaline.
After we landed and got through customs, we took a train to Bern and checked into the only hostel in town.
Also, I nearly left my bag at the airport, but I didn't because Mom kept annoyingly not-reminding me by saying, "Are you SURE you have everything? Are you SURE you're sure?".
After the hostel, we went around Bern and went to the market, where I discovered my new favorite fruit-berry thing: a sort of mini pomegranate (it is about the size of a grape, is really veiny like a pomegranate, has the seediness of pomegranate, and kind of tastes like a pomegranate and a blackberry mixed together). I have no idea how to spell it (it had a long, cool-sounding German name), but it was really good, and we definitely don't have anything like it in the US.
Market food was what we had for lunch before going off to be dorky tourists for a while. I don't remember what we saw, but it was cool. Then we went to the hostel and ate dinner and slept really well.
And I'm going to leave it at that for now because I have a lot of AP reading to deal with and complete and stuff. Also, calculus packets. This is what you get for procrastinating on supper AP work...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Okay, the REAL last post
We leave for the airport at 2:30. As I write this sentence, the clock on my computer says 11:48.
In the three hours I have been awake, this is what I have done:
1. cut the sleeves off a t-shirt (got a brain wave to use sleeves to make my fall formal dress... why am I getting this brain wave four months earlier than I need to? Things to ponder while on a plane...)
2. eaten breakfast
3. updated Facebook
4. had some caffeine
5. Facebook again
6. checked packing
7. more cutting of t-shirts!
8. blogging!
So you can see, I've had a very (not) productive morning. I still have to shower and do the normal morning sanitary things, and it's almost noon. We leave in two and a half hours. I've never really been the type to procrastinate on trip preparation the day we leave... but then again, we usually leave in the morning. We'll be leaving at around 6 pm today, and arriving at 8:30 am Switzerland time tomorrow. AAAHHH!!! I'm still in shock that this is actually going through.
Since it all appears to be going so well, it'll probably turn out that circle needles (however non-dangerous they are) aren't allowed on the plane to Switzerland, or something equally irritating. (It wouldn't make sense to not allow pointy objects of a craftsy nature onto a plane to SWITZERLAND, even if they thought I was going to attack someone... why WOULD I attack someone? Isn't Switzerland the Middle-Ground Country On Everything?) So I'll be hoping that my circle needle makes it through international security. Hopefully it will. Hopefully the security people will not want to annihlate me for being a knitter. If they confiscate it, I'm kind of dead - the circle needle is being used for a commission. If they take it, they won't give me half a headache during my attempt to reload the stitches onto needle - they will be giving me a FULL headache because I will have to put ALL the stitches back on (for you non-knitters, a circle needle is basically two knitting needles joined by a cord in the middle. It helps with doing seamless circles for hats/ things of a circular nature, which is what I'm doing).
Well, I guess it's time to go do that packing and that showering. Farewell!
In the three hours I have been awake, this is what I have done:
1. cut the sleeves off a t-shirt (got a brain wave to use sleeves to make my fall formal dress... why am I getting this brain wave four months earlier than I need to? Things to ponder while on a plane...)
2. eaten breakfast
3. updated Facebook
4. had some caffeine
5. Facebook again
6. checked packing
7. more cutting of t-shirts!
8. blogging!
So you can see, I've had a very (not) productive morning. I still have to shower and do the normal morning sanitary things, and it's almost noon. We leave in two and a half hours. I've never really been the type to procrastinate on trip preparation the day we leave... but then again, we usually leave in the morning. We'll be leaving at around 6 pm today, and arriving at 8:30 am Switzerland time tomorrow. AAAHHH!!! I'm still in shock that this is actually going through.
Since it all appears to be going so well, it'll probably turn out that circle needles (however non-dangerous they are) aren't allowed on the plane to Switzerland, or something equally irritating. (It wouldn't make sense to not allow pointy objects of a craftsy nature onto a plane to SWITZERLAND, even if they thought I was going to attack someone... why WOULD I attack someone? Isn't Switzerland the Middle-Ground Country On Everything?) So I'll be hoping that my circle needle makes it through international security. Hopefully it will. Hopefully the security people will not want to annihlate me for being a knitter. If they confiscate it, I'm kind of dead - the circle needle is being used for a commission. If they take it, they won't give me half a headache during my attempt to reload the stitches onto needle - they will be giving me a FULL headache because I will have to put ALL the stitches back on (for you non-knitters, a circle needle is basically two knitting needles joined by a cord in the middle. It helps with doing seamless circles for hats/ things of a circular nature, which is what I'm doing).
Well, I guess it's time to go do that packing and that showering. Farewell!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Europe bound!
This is the eve of my first trip to Europe. Starting at around 2:30 tomorrow and concluding at around 6:30 on August 9th, I won't be here. There is the slight chance I actually muster up the energy (and the Francs) to get some Internet passes and blog from the Chalet in Switzerland, but that remains to be seen.
If I don't, please don't think it's because I'm dead. I'll just be gone for 20 days with a severe lack of Internet access. I promise I'll be recording everything in the numerous photos, journal entries, and letters and postcards I will be writing.
I'm quite certain that the most money I'll spend on anything will be my numerous trips to the location in which stamps are sold in order to send international letters. It's going to be wicked expensive. I will therefore swear to myself not to purchase anything between August 9th and Fall Formal, and get all the knitting commissions I can. Hopefully I will be able to get some cool shindigs in Switzerland or Italy to make it worth it, though. I really don't want to come home with no cool things, but I really don't want to come home broke, either. Ah, decisions, decisions.
Unlike with Disney, where essentially EVERYTHING is overpriced, it's harder to tell in Italy whether or not what you are buying is way over-priced, because I, as a tourist, have probably never seen it before (unless it's one of those key chains with people's names on them, because EVERY tourist shop in America has them). Also, I'm pretty sure all the Italian merchants will be able to tell that I'm a tourist and try and sell me whatever it is anyway. I feel like that's how half of the street vendors in any city make most of their money - exploiting tourists from some place the vendor has never been. I'll try and tell the merchants off... Not sure how, as I don't know Italian... Whatever.
What I'm most nervous about is the long hikes in Switzerland and the language barrier in Italy. And also, the overnight dawn hike. I'm so pumped for that, but I'm also terrified. I don't know why.
What am I most pumped for? um... we'll be visiting a castle in Switzerland as an Excursion (this is planned by the people at the Chalet), which should be really cool because it's really old and stuff. It could also help for writing purposes. We're also visiting the Coliseum when we go to Rome, which I'm really pumped for (the history is the main reason I'm willing to go to Rome).
Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnd I really should be going to sleep now. Farewell!
If I don't, please don't think it's because I'm dead. I'll just be gone for 20 days with a severe lack of Internet access. I promise I'll be recording everything in the numerous photos, journal entries, and letters and postcards I will be writing.
I'm quite certain that the most money I'll spend on anything will be my numerous trips to the location in which stamps are sold in order to send international letters. It's going to be wicked expensive. I will therefore swear to myself not to purchase anything between August 9th and Fall Formal, and get all the knitting commissions I can. Hopefully I will be able to get some cool shindigs in Switzerland or Italy to make it worth it, though. I really don't want to come home with no cool things, but I really don't want to come home broke, either. Ah, decisions, decisions.
Unlike with Disney, where essentially EVERYTHING is overpriced, it's harder to tell in Italy whether or not what you are buying is way over-priced, because I, as a tourist, have probably never seen it before (unless it's one of those key chains with people's names on them, because EVERY tourist shop in America has them). Also, I'm pretty sure all the Italian merchants will be able to tell that I'm a tourist and try and sell me whatever it is anyway. I feel like that's how half of the street vendors in any city make most of their money - exploiting tourists from some place the vendor has never been. I'll try and tell the merchants off... Not sure how, as I don't know Italian... Whatever.
What I'm most nervous about is the long hikes in Switzerland and the language barrier in Italy. And also, the overnight dawn hike. I'm so pumped for that, but I'm also terrified. I don't know why.
What am I most pumped for? um... we'll be visiting a castle in Switzerland as an Excursion (this is planned by the people at the Chalet), which should be really cool because it's really old and stuff. It could also help for writing purposes. We're also visiting the Coliseum when we go to Rome, which I'm really pumped for (the history is the main reason I'm willing to go to Rome).
Aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnd I really should be going to sleep now. Farewell!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Dear Rebecca Black...
Well, apparently, Rebecca Black has a new video called "My Moment." And she seems to have taken voice lessons (or stopped smiling while singing) since releasing "Friday," and the difference is noticeable. And it's a good change, too, which is kind of a surprise (albeit a good one - she seems to have good potential). Maybe it's partially due to the fact that the tune of "My Moment" is nowhere near as annoying as the tune of "Friday", but I think her voice has really improved a lot (her lyrics could stand to be a little less corny, but at least there is some corniness to be had in the new song, which is a step up from only being able to scorn the lyrics of the first one... and she apparently had a song called "Prom Night," which was basically a rip of "Friday." "My Moment" is a new tune as well. Score!).
So, since I need to get my letter-writing skills on for Switzerland, here is a letter to Rebecca Black, from me (that she probably won't read because this is a really unread blog, but whatever):
Dear Rebecca Black,
Whatever you have been doing to step up your game since you released your first song... keep doing it. It is noticeable and it is an improvement. And the rest of the world now has no reason to say you suck, because you no longer suck. Congratulations! Please continue to do whatever you did between releasing "friday" and doing "my moment," because there is a change and it is good. HOORAY!
From,
Drillbit :)
So, since I need to get my letter-writing skills on for Switzerland, here is a letter to Rebecca Black, from me (that she probably won't read because this is a really unread blog, but whatever):
Dear Rebecca Black,
Whatever you have been doing to step up your game since you released your first song... keep doing it. It is noticeable and it is an improvement. And the rest of the world now has no reason to say you suck, because you no longer suck. Congratulations! Please continue to do whatever you did between releasing "friday" and doing "my moment," because there is a change and it is good. HOORAY!
From,
Drillbit :)
Let chaos commence!
Well, if you walked into my room right now (I don't reccomend it), you would find that the closet is barfing clothing, a suitcase is dangerously close to falling off my bed and adding to the clothing chaos on the floor, and an assortment of travel necessities mixed in with books, pens, and whatever other crap was already in my room. YAY FOR PACKING!
I rarely pack for a trip this far ahead (it's Monday. We leave on Thursday), but I will be gone for a total of nineteen (yes, 1-9) days, visiting five (at least) cities, two countries, and living out of ONE suitcase the entire time.
Also, as of right now, I have... one second, while I count... 20 people who want letters. One letter for each day! (and one double-up). I think the most money I am going to spend while overseas will be in the form of buying postage stamps. Apparently, it's almost two Francs (around $2.50) to send a postcard overseas.
And then there's the fact that I'm going to have to buy 40 postcards (two for each person - one from Switzerland and one from Italy) at the very least. I'm going to be doing far too much writing - if I don't wind up keeping a journal, everyone who got mail from me will just have to get together and compare the dates on their mail to see what I did that day, and THAT will be how we record this trip (aside from the photography, of course).
With all this packing, the trip we have been planning for almost two years is finally becoming sort of real. Not entirely real yet, but real-er than it was when we started planning it a few years ago. Two days, after all, is a lot shorter than two years. AAHH!!
The only thing that will make it more real is when we actually get there. I am SO pumped, you have no idea. I have no idea how I am going to avoid clearing out all of my finances on souveniers, but I'll have to figure something out. In the mean time, BACK TO PACKING!
I rarely pack for a trip this far ahead (it's Monday. We leave on Thursday), but I will be gone for a total of nineteen (yes, 1-9) days, visiting five (at least) cities, two countries, and living out of ONE suitcase the entire time.
Also, as of right now, I have... one second, while I count... 20 people who want letters. One letter for each day! (and one double-up). I think the most money I am going to spend while overseas will be in the form of buying postage stamps. Apparently, it's almost two Francs (around $2.50) to send a postcard overseas.
And then there's the fact that I'm going to have to buy 40 postcards (two for each person - one from Switzerland and one from Italy) at the very least. I'm going to be doing far too much writing - if I don't wind up keeping a journal, everyone who got mail from me will just have to get together and compare the dates on their mail to see what I did that day, and THAT will be how we record this trip (aside from the photography, of course).
With all this packing, the trip we have been planning for almost two years is finally becoming sort of real. Not entirely real yet, but real-er than it was when we started planning it a few years ago. Two days, after all, is a lot shorter than two years. AAHH!!
The only thing that will make it more real is when we actually get there. I am SO pumped, you have no idea. I have no idea how I am going to avoid clearing out all of my finances on souveniers, but I'll have to figure something out. In the mean time, BACK TO PACKING!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Camp Photos
Well, here are some photos that I mooched from my camp friends' Facebook profiles. There are only two, I know, and I am in them, I know, but here they are.
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1. This was taken by my good friend Catherine at rehearsal on Tuesday. It was when I was learning to use two weapons on the Mercutio versus Tybalt fight. I feel like it is the most intense of the options. :)
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2. In this one, the lovely Maria is playing Juliet; Alessandra is playing the prestigious role of 'Upstage Balcony Column,' and I am the awesome role of 'Downstage Balcony Gargoyle.' Photo cred (at least on Facebook) to Talia.
Shakespeare... farewell...
Well, today was officially the last day of Camp Shakespeare. It culminated with a performance that occured this morning, which went really well. Except for two people forgot lines.
It was supremely awesome to perform in a professional theater, though. Except for the blinding stage lights and ample amounts of space.
The fights in the show went reasonably well also. The parents of some of my campmates have said that I was really good on the fights and that the anger of my character was evident, but I want to wait until the DVD comes before I say whether or not I agree with them. I probably won't, just because I like watching my stuff even though I think I am lousy a lot of the time (this may or may not be true).
I'm just really sad that camp is over, which has not happened in a while. Maybe because this time I did a lot of stuff that I would not do in shows at school - fighting with two weapons, comprehending Shakespeare and enjoying it, and sharing roles with several other people, to name a few.
Also, I went in to the show knowing absolutely nobody, and I came out with fifteen new friends. At school, I go in knowing a lot of the cast and get to know the people I have not officially met yet. Now, I know a lot of cool people whom I had no idea existed before last Tuesday, and I willingly made an effort to comprehend Shakespeare! IT WAS AWESOME!
Now I kind of want to analyze more Shakespeare, but alas, I have found none so far in the house. It is hard for me to believe that we own nothing by the Bard. I will have to work on that.
And I will.
Right now.
Farewell, for the time being! I shall post in the future!
It was supremely awesome to perform in a professional theater, though. Except for the blinding stage lights and ample amounts of space.
The fights in the show went reasonably well also. The parents of some of my campmates have said that I was really good on the fights and that the anger of my character was evident, but I want to wait until the DVD comes before I say whether or not I agree with them. I probably won't, just because I like watching my stuff even though I think I am lousy a lot of the time (this may or may not be true).
I'm just really sad that camp is over, which has not happened in a while. Maybe because this time I did a lot of stuff that I would not do in shows at school - fighting with two weapons, comprehending Shakespeare and enjoying it, and sharing roles with several other people, to name a few.
Also, I went in to the show knowing absolutely nobody, and I came out with fifteen new friends. At school, I go in knowing a lot of the cast and get to know the people I have not officially met yet. Now, I know a lot of cool people whom I had no idea existed before last Tuesday, and I willingly made an effort to comprehend Shakespeare! IT WAS AWESOME!
Now I kind of want to analyze more Shakespeare, but alas, I have found none so far in the house. It is hard for me to believe that we own nothing by the Bard. I will have to work on that.
And I will.
Right now.
Farewell, for the time being! I shall post in the future!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Feeling of Badassery, commence!
Well, today in camp, we did lots of cool shindigs.
My favorite part of the day continues to be Stage Combat, and that is where the Anecdote of the Day takes place.
Well, the Anecdote of the Day is more like the News of Today, which is this: I get to fight with two weapons at the same time! IT'S EXCITING!!! AND AWESOME!!! I feel supremely cool.
I haven't entirely mastered some of the blocks and and attacks with two weapons yet, as I had memorized the routine with just the sword (as opposed to having a sword in my left hand and a dagger in my right), but I'm working on it, and it's a lot of fun.
I don't know why I'm so excited by the fact that I get to do combat; I just am. (Don't take it as me being a crazy weapon-maniac - outside of combat rehearsal, I take slight fear of any sort of weaponry that is not my fists).
Anyhow, in other news, we finished blocking most of the show today. It's coming together well, considering that the show goes up in four days and that we've only had six days of rehearsal (counting today. If the United States had declared its independence on a different date, then we would've had seven days of rehearsal. But, these things being as they are, we've had six. I AM glad, however, that the US is independent. YAY INDEPENDENCE!).
I'm really excited for the performance. Especially for being a gargoyle. That's going to be loads of fun.
All in all, I'm most pumped for the combat. If it were a musical, I would be pumped for the music and the dancing as well as the combat. But this is Shakespeare, not Sondheim.
Shakespeare is awesome, though. I love Shakespeare.
I didn't think I would wind up liking Shakespeare (or comprehending his writing, for that matter), but here I am, enjoying Shakespeare (and making sense of the show, too!). Go figure!
My favorite part of the day continues to be Stage Combat, and that is where the Anecdote of the Day takes place.
Well, the Anecdote of the Day is more like the News of Today, which is this: I get to fight with two weapons at the same time! IT'S EXCITING!!! AND AWESOME!!! I feel supremely cool.
I haven't entirely mastered some of the blocks and and attacks with two weapons yet, as I had memorized the routine with just the sword (as opposed to having a sword in my left hand and a dagger in my right), but I'm working on it, and it's a lot of fun.
I don't know why I'm so excited by the fact that I get to do combat; I just am. (Don't take it as me being a crazy weapon-maniac - outside of combat rehearsal, I take slight fear of any sort of weaponry that is not my fists).
Anyhow, in other news, we finished blocking most of the show today. It's coming together well, considering that the show goes up in four days and that we've only had six days of rehearsal (counting today. If the United States had declared its independence on a different date, then we would've had seven days of rehearsal. But, these things being as they are, we've had six. I AM glad, however, that the US is independent. YAY INDEPENDENCE!).
I'm really excited for the performance. Especially for being a gargoyle. That's going to be loads of fun.
All in all, I'm most pumped for the combat. If it were a musical, I would be pumped for the music and the dancing as well as the combat. But this is Shakespeare, not Sondheim.
Shakespeare is awesome, though. I love Shakespeare.
I didn't think I would wind up liking Shakespeare (or comprehending his writing, for that matter), but here I am, enjoying Shakespeare (and making sense of the show, too!). Go figure!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
News and Such!
Well, it's official: the Scene Four Kiss is going to haunt me until I get over my fear of doing Theater PDA. I don't know WHY I have a fear of doing Theater PDA, but I'm quite certain that I'll have to do a kiss in Scene Four of every show I'm in until I get over it. Wonderful, yes? (and yes, this DOES count "Romeo and Juliet," which is going up on Saturday). Time to commence Operation Deal With It!
Anyway, in other news, "Romeo and Juliet" goes up on Saturday morning and everyone should come see it! YAY FOR SHAKESPEARE!!! (which I now can spell correctly! Woohoo!!) The only difficult parts so far (aside from dealing with Scene Four) are actually memorizing the lines and being the only left-handed sword-fighter in the entire group. I hope that doesn't totally screw up the fight choreography.
Which gets me to my Most Excited Part: I REALLY enjoy doing fights. I don't know WHY, but I do know that I am SUPREMELY excited to die.
Speaking of dying, remember how I had to die in "Benagridazir?" Well, I was hoping that there would be a really cool photo of me dying, but I couldn't find one. Until yesterday, that is. And here is this supremely awesome photo (photo cred to Rachel, the photo teacher at my school):
I can't stop gawking at it.
And I will leave you with that.
Farewell!
Anyway, in other news, "Romeo and Juliet" goes up on Saturday morning and everyone should come see it! YAY FOR SHAKESPEARE!!! (which I now can spell correctly! Woohoo!!) The only difficult parts so far (aside from dealing with Scene Four) are actually memorizing the lines and being the only left-handed sword-fighter in the entire group. I hope that doesn't totally screw up the fight choreography.
Which gets me to my Most Excited Part: I REALLY enjoy doing fights. I don't know WHY, but I do know that I am SUPREMELY excited to die.
Speaking of dying, remember how I had to die in "Benagridazir?" Well, I was hoping that there would be a really cool photo of me dying, but I couldn't find one. Until yesterday, that is. And here is this supremely awesome photo (photo cred to Rachel, the photo teacher at my school):
I can't stop gawking at it.
And I will leave you with that.
Farewell!
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