Thank you all for being there for me when I needed you, whether you know it or not, whether you read this blog or not.
Lisa and Roni: Thank you both for teaching and supporting.
Machon: Thanks for being my best friends, even if we hadn't been close before. I know I can go to any one of you for anything and you'd take me in, no questions asked, even if we've only had one or two real conversations.
Bunk 13: I want to apologize for being disconnected half the time. Being a counselor was exhausting, and I'm afraid my attention to you girls suffered because of it. You deserved much more of me, because you made me smile as often as you made me want to pull out my hair. Thank you for putting your trust in me, for listening to my poems, for dealing with my inconsistencies.
Rachel W: Thank you for pulling me aside that day early in the session to tell me I was doing a good job. That meant so, so much to me. Probably more than you know.
Mike: Thank you for being my friend. I don't think you know this, but becoming friends with you was a turning point in my life. You were the first friend I made by myself. Every other friendship I've had has started off either through another person, or when I was very young. Having your friendship meant, to me, that I was someone with a personality worth hanging out with beyond inside jokes. Thank you.
Shelly: Thank you for being my best friend; for leaning on me when you needed someone to lean on, and for being there when I needed you. Thank you for counseling me through god-knows-what issues I've had. Thank you for laughing with me. Thank you for writing. Thank you for being amazing.
Dave: Thank you for the very, very good ego boost when I most needed it. You have no idea how little self-confidence I've had. Thank you for our ridiculously open conversations. Thank you for giving me the hugs I need to make it through the terrifying place and time high school can be.
Nuno: Thank you for relying on me, and for knowing you can come to me with anything. I'm so sorry I can't be there, helping you, but you know that any time you're in the US you can come to me for anything. Thank you for being one of the closest friends I've ever had. You probably know more about me than anyone, save Shelly.
Jordan: Thank you for keeping me company, for sharing my interests in this insane group of people we call thespians. Thank you for so many other, innumerable things. Hopefully I'll be able to name them in full someday; for now I'll have to leave it at 'thank you.'
Chris: Thank you for being courageous.
Thespians & S.crew: Thank you for providing the niche in which I'm able to exist. Thank you for late nights and hard work that save me from going other places and provide me with some semblance of a social life. Thank you for allowing me to indulge in my craziness, and for tolerating it.
And with that, I believe I've come full-circle. I know I didn't name a lot of people specifically, but you mean so much to me nonetheless.
To all of you that I skipped, or included within categories: I love you all. You have provided so much support for me, and for that I am eternally grateful.
So thank you, merci, gracias, danke, grazie, arigatou, obrigado, chypta, and toda raba. I love you all.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Chinese Food On Christmas
So true!
We brought in on Christmas, since my family's huge and we didn't want to pile into a car. Then, on Christmas Day, I saw Sweeny Todd. Scary. Don't get me started. We were going to have hamburgers (and veggie burgers) that evening, but Beth couldn't contemplate handling ground meat.
Good times.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Is there anybody out there?
Hello...?
...Hellooo?
Anybody there?
Seriously, I've given this link to three of my closest friends. Someone of the three must actually care.
...I hope?
...Hellooo?
Anybody there?
Seriously, I've given this link to three of my closest friends. Someone of the three must actually care.
...I hope?
Friday, December 7, 2007
Frightening yet fascinating
Frankel showed this in Economics this morning. It's pretty freaky.
Humanity is spiraling, but I'm not sure in which direction we're heading, up or down.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Volunteering and 'Dancing with the Faculty'
An interesting fundraiser, if I do say so myself.
Each school was represented by a pair of teachers (or administrators, or guidance counselors, etc). Our district has two high schools, two middle schools, and seven elementary schools. HSE had the only actual couple (the Magnianis; a health teacher and a guidance counselor), and one of the elementaries had a couple comprised of two girls, which was interesting to say the least. Especially when you're standing next to a fellow techie who's muttering 'dyke' every three seconds throughout their second song, when one of them was wearing a men's-style suit. Well, he gave me someone to hit.
My job was ridiculously easy. I basically just sat next to a projector screen for about twenty minutes, then put the cover back on at the end. During intermission, I did the same thing, only I didn't have to stay sitting next to it. For the rest of the time, I sat with Russ in the lighting booth.
The auditorium was literally packed. That's never, ever happened, especially not for a fundraiser. The only other time I've ever seen a packed house is for a graduation ceremony. Oh, quick run down of our auditorium: orchestra section, plus huge balcony section, equals about 1600 seats. That's a whole lot of people. They told Jim (techie guru employed by the district to run lights and sound on a regular basis) that they weren't going to sell the balcony, so the sound setup was shit. It was glaringly loud in the front by the pit, and muffled to the point of people complaining in the balcony (so Jim and Alex, the student running the board, were given hell, I'm sure).
The next day, I got to go help with stage crew. Jim had a bunch of us come in and help fix up the lights for the music concerts in two weeks. We moved some instruments to the lecture hall, and got to do stuff on the catwalk. If you ever have a fear of heights, come hang out on the catwalk above our auditorium sometime.
Best killers of any fears (or awakeners, depending on your disposition):
But most importantly we started cleaning up 601! (Our shop) The giant, badly made cubes that have been used maybe twice and are just taking up space (they're three feet cubed) were dismantled so they're three feet square and six inches in the other direction. That, in and of itself, is a whole lot of progress if you ask me.
Anyway. Backtracking a bit, for my real rant of the day:
I had a lot of trouble convincing my dad to let me go on Friday night. He wanted me to go to services at Temple. I go every single week I'm with him, unless I've got a play or something religious. And the plays he gives me hell for, most of the time. I had to beg, three times, for him to allow me to go and volunteer this weekend.
I'm turning 18 in two months! Most teenagers my age or even younger just tell their parents "good bye, I'm leaving" on a Friday night, and their parents are lucky if they're not going to a party to drink and get high! I had to beg my father for permission to go volunteer.
Does anyone else see what's wrong with that?
Each school was represented by a pair of teachers (or administrators, or guidance counselors, etc). Our district has two high schools, two middle schools, and seven elementary schools. HSE had the only actual couple (the Magnianis; a health teacher and a guidance counselor), and one of the elementaries had a couple comprised of two girls, which was interesting to say the least. Especially when you're standing next to a fellow techie who's muttering 'dyke' every three seconds throughout their second song, when one of them was wearing a men's-style suit. Well, he gave me someone to hit.
My job was ridiculously easy. I basically just sat next to a projector screen for about twenty minutes, then put the cover back on at the end. During intermission, I did the same thing, only I didn't have to stay sitting next to it. For the rest of the time, I sat with Russ in the lighting booth.
The auditorium was literally packed. That's never, ever happened, especially not for a fundraiser. The only other time I've ever seen a packed house is for a graduation ceremony. Oh, quick run down of our auditorium: orchestra section, plus huge balcony section, equals about 1600 seats. That's a whole lot of people. They told Jim (techie guru employed by the district to run lights and sound on a regular basis) that they weren't going to sell the balcony, so the sound setup was shit. It was glaringly loud in the front by the pit, and muffled to the point of people complaining in the balcony (so Jim and Alex, the student running the board, were given hell, I'm sure).
The next day, I got to go help with stage crew. Jim had a bunch of us come in and help fix up the lights for the music concerts in two weeks. We moved some instruments to the lecture hall, and got to do stuff on the catwalk. If you ever have a fear of heights, come hang out on the catwalk above our auditorium sometime.
Best killers of any fears (or awakeners, depending on your disposition):
- Moving around quickly on the left side of the further half
- Trying to get from the top of the ladder from the further half to the grating connected to the projector room without someone to grab your hand as you leap
But most importantly we started cleaning up 601! (Our shop) The giant, badly made cubes that have been used maybe twice and are just taking up space (they're three feet cubed) were dismantled so they're three feet square and six inches in the other direction. That, in and of itself, is a whole lot of progress if you ask me.
Anyway. Backtracking a bit, for my real rant of the day:
I had a lot of trouble convincing my dad to let me go on Friday night. He wanted me to go to services at Temple. I go every single week I'm with him, unless I've got a play or something religious. And the plays he gives me hell for, most of the time. I had to beg, three times, for him to allow me to go and volunteer this weekend.
I'm turning 18 in two months! Most teenagers my age or even younger just tell their parents "good bye, I'm leaving" on a Friday night, and their parents are lucky if they're not going to a party to drink and get high! I had to beg my father for permission to go volunteer.
Does anyone else see what's wrong with that?
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