I'll Try Defying Gravity

Oh, hi there, Winter's Tale! What an awesome little show you are there~

Hmm? What's that? You go up in a week? Oh, hahahahaha, you're so funny, Winter's Tale! You're really, really funny!!

What? You weren't kidding? We really do have opening night in a week? Y-You know, it's not funny when you do that...

...We really are opening in a week. Right

......'Scuse me while I go have a mini freakout at my first show in college (I'm not counting the 24 hour musical, because I wasn't concious enough for that) opening in about a week.

IN OTHER NEWS.

Do any of you know the sitcom The Nanny? Because my roommates love it, and marathon it practically every night they're not out partying. And I hate it. It's just... not all that funny. It's not terrible, but... it's far from have-it-on-every-night funny. And it makes me want to stab a knife through our TV.

I'm still only a day ahead for NaNoWriMo, and my word count has to increase exponentially for this to work this year. And it will work this year. It just has to.
Although I was novelling earlier today, and I discovered a whole new layer to one of my characters that even I didn't know existed. It was kind of awesome. I mean, my main, Emily, is literally me. But now, I think Nick is my favorite. I'm just sayin'. I kind of love him. It's too bad he has to be a douche later.

So I introduced a friend of mine to Death Note. It was kind of beautiful. We were both in my room, hanging out on my bed, and I showed her my Light pillow. You know, the one where he looks like an Abercrombie & Fitch model... and is wearing as much as one. And she looks at him, and literally goes "oh wow." And I showed her the first episode, and she agrees with me in that she just loves looking at him. And I feel very accomplished and awesome. Just sayin'. (No, she has not seen the potatochip scene yet. Only the first episode. She hasn't even seen "L..." "Kira..." "I will hunt you down where ever you are hiding and I WILL eliminate you." "I am..." "I am..." "JUSTICE!" yet.  <-- *Did that entirely from memory, without even having to think about it. It's kind of sad. And awesome.*)

Lastly, I will leave you with a quote that someone awesome reminded me of that I felt deserved sharing with all of you:
"Banan."
"Little more!"
"Banananana- DAMMIT!"
My friends and I are incapable of saying "banana". <3 you, Nat~!  XD

On a serious note? I'm sorry for the spam. But this story kind of had to be told.

So tonight at Brandeis, there was this major party called Pachanga. It's apparantly a huge deal, you have to buy tickets to get in, tickets are limited, they let in people from outside of Brandeis and everything. It's a pretty big thing.

I didn't go. Instead, I spent the majority of my evening playing Sims 3 with my friends, where we made sims of ourselves, ourselves but blue with strange hair and clothes, ourselves as a mermaid, and/or Sebastian Michaelis. (...There was only one Sebastian. He was mine. Does this really surprise anyone?  XD  It was kind of awesome though- he and my sim totally hit it off. Naturally too- I barely even had to interfere!) I do not regret my actions. I had an awesome time.

At around midnight, I ended up coming back to my dorm since my friends wanted to sleep/realized last minute that they needed to start their homework technically before Sunday.

So I came back, screwed around on the internet a little bit, felt badly and kinda lonely since I wasn't at Hetalia Day, then fangasmed over how my Pandora channel gave me the theme from Star Trek: First Contact, and decided to go watch an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation online.

I wasn't even halfway through that when one of my roommates bursts through the door, with a guy. She points him towards the bedroom room of our triple, and I ask her if she'd rather I go to the lounge for now. She tells me that "no, that won't be at all necessary." So I go back to my Star Trek.

I never ended up finishing that, as other people eventually started going in and out of my rooms. (It's a shame too- The Schizoid Man is one of my favorite episodes, and damn, Brent Spiner can act.) But the other room had gone quiet, and dark. And I just figured that my roommate's friend had left while I was watching, and she had gone to sleep. Well. Whatever- it's not so much my issue.

But then some close friends of my roommates' came in, went into the other room to get/borrow some clothes, and then came back out and asked me where I was going to sleep. I looked up at her in confusion. And then, and I regret not remembering exactly what she said, but she asked me something to the effect of if I'd been "sexiled." Apparantly, my roommate and her guy friend had gone to sleep in the other room. They didn't have sex, because I'd have heard it, but they were sleeping with each other in the most literal sense of the phrase... so maybe, if I possibly could, tonight would be a good night to sleep somewhere else.

And what have I taken away from tonight?

That "sexiled" is a really fun word to say.

I don't think I'm taking the right lesson from this situation. But who cares. Sexiled. It's fantastic.

Oh, and my other roommate needs to get back soon so I can know whether or not it's appropriate for me to go in to sleep in my own bed... even though my first roommate is asleep in there with a guy. Yay awkward situations?

ETA: So a friend of mine has a dingle (it's a double, but she has no roommate) so I'm sleeping in her room tonight. But tonight isn't really the right word, as it's 5 in the morning. She had to do homework, and I can't sleep with a light on so I just stayed up... long story short, it's 5 in the morning. I just finished reading 60 full pages of MLIA (no, I'm not exaggerating) and I may have to walk across campus to go check up on another friend. Oh, college.  -_-

So, it stopped raining yesterday. I can actually go outside now and not drown. Do you have any idea how happy this makes me?? I can go outside and DO stuff and wear NICE clothes and be COMFORTABLE and NOT eternally wet.  8D

Yesterday was karaoke night at the Stein restaurant/lounge/thing we have on campus. And first, it very much did not escape my attention that we were in Stein. (I AM A PERVERT FOREVER.  8D) But then also... I was the first solo singer doing karaoke there. There were a bunch of groups of people who had gone, and then there was me and my newly found and growing and shifting but still awesome group of friends and we all did YMCA together, and I thought there were a few more people, but as it turns out, I went up right afterwards. I sang "And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going," from Dreamgirls. You know, the Jennifer Hudson song. I won't say that I rocked it, because it was a karaoke thing, and I totally screwed up, like, a third of the notes. But that being said... it still wasn't as awful as it could have been, singing wise. And since it was such a... showstopper kind of song, it was epic doing it for everyone there. And now, even the day after, people keep coming up to me, asking if I'll join one of the acapella groups on campus, or just telling me that I sang really well last night. I feel famous. It's awesome.  :D

Classes started yesterday, and they're pretty sweet. I have one huge lecture class- my Intro to Psych class- but it's still really interesting, and the teacher tries to make it as interactive as she can, so it's all good. And then there's my Spanish class where, honestly, I think I may have to move up a level. I think the level I'm signed up for now is just too easy, and that's... weird. I mean... I suck at Spanish, and foreign languages in general. But there you are. And I also had my Defining Satire class yesterday as well, and for the second half of the class, we had to do a writing diagnostic essay about satire, and... I ended up staying an extra 15 minutes, just so I could finish up what I was writing. I mean, once I got started on Family Guy and The Daily Show and The Colbert Report... I just really went off about them. In a good way. But I did. So when I finally got up to give my teacher the essay (I was one of the last two people to leave, by the way) I just handed it to him and was all "...I'm sorry."  XD

I haven't had my Intro to Theater class yet ... but I'm still signed up to audition for the fall musical, and I am excite. Just sayin'.

Also... I know that I used to talk about how I wanted a boyfriend incessantly, but... it's changed now. Especially after my last... ah... romantic foray in which I utterly screwed up, I just don't want a romantic relationship with anyone currently in my life. By which I mean, someone who I see on a daily basis, or something similar. And yet... I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know how I'm doing it... and it could just be me being concieted and thinking mostly of myself again. But... I think two of the guys in my new friend group like me. And... I don't want them to! They'd be awesome friends, but that's all I want! But now, just... ugh. I just wish I knew what I'm doing right... and how I can stop it. (Yes, incidentally, I do realize just how awesome of a problem this is. It's the kind of problem I would have loved just a few years ago. But... it is still a problem. And I want it to go away.)

One more thing here, and then I'll wrap up... because it's lunchtime, and I just realized that I haven't eaten for nearly 24 hours now aside from half of a potato with butter (which was wonderfully craptastic), and a few Skittles and M&Ms, so I should go eat. But... I don't know what to think about my roommates. They're both really, really sweet. They do care about being nice to those around them- if one of us is asleep, they'll be really quiet so as not to wake them up. And while we are a little communal with our stuff, they know not to be over the top, what's-yours-is-mine-since-we're-living-together. But... we have such different interests. Really, it's the two of them and me that have different interests. They're both fairly girly- refuse to go out without makeup on, constantly leave their flat iron and hair curler plugged in because they use them on a regular basis, etc. One of them also wants to pledge to a sorority, and while the other isn't sure, they're both out at frat parties every night. And they're not bad about them. They don't come home drunk, and they always invite me to go with them... like, they genuinely want me to be there. They're not pressuring, but whenever I give a reason why not to go to one, they try to help me find a way around my problem. But... I'm just not into that. And while they're both really nice and everything... I just never know what to say to them. The two of them will start talking about some frat party, or some guys there, or something about hair products and... I mean, the most I ever do with my hair is put it into a ponytail. Maybe for special occassions I'll blow-dry and/or straighten it, but... that's really rarely. And I'm just not all that into the frat scene. I would hypothetically consider pledging, but I honestly am not even close to 100% sure. And sometimes... I feel awkward, since I want to be close to them, but I just... have no idea what to say.

I suppose I should shut up about that one. I could have so many worse problems with my roommates. But... just because it's not that bad a problem doesn't mean that it isn't one.

Does that make any sense? Or is that just the lack of nutrients speaking? Yeah, I'm gonna go eat now.  XD