"Seriously though, eating eggo waffles braless in ALASKA is unforgettable."--Ro
There is very literally nothing I'd rather be doing this night of May 19th than enjoying a s'more scooby snack, writing a commissioned piece of theatre criticism, wearing pjs, and listening to the Annie soundtrack in this luxurious queen. And there's a new Mad Men on in an hour?! Like what da heck, get right out of here! It's so powerful to know what you love and to make it happen for yourself!
Get me now, holy cow, could someone pinch me please?
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Sunday, May 19, 2013
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Finals Semester Dos: Grad School Year Uno
After reading this study question three times, in true self-defense, I just fell asleep for an hour:
Uh...kill me?
"According to our reading, 'the linguistic sign unites not
a thing and a name, but a concept and a sound image' (Saussure 4). Basing your
discussion in this idea of semiotics, explain general structural and post-structural perspectives of interpretation.
Discuss specifically how this relates to theatre performance by discussing how
structural and post-structural interpretive perspectives might differ when
brought to bear on a production of Ibsen’s Hedda
Gabler."
Uh...kill me?
My current fantasy:
Swimming in my pool for an hour or so followed by nachos and watching Titanic again in the theatre. Then, brownie sundaes and reading Beginner's Guide to Community-Based Theatre. Other stipulations: a cold bed and warm blankets to read in, braless day, phone turned off, no emails, boombox playing Lucky Boys Confusion while I swim. Shut up, shut up, shut up--it's my day.
Cool. Now thats out of my system...Except now that I wrote it, I just want it more.
The Pacific in 2011. COME BACK OCEAN.
The radio plays our favorite song. It's what keeps me holding on.
Baby, do you miss me now that I'm gone?
Do you miss me?
I remember the day that you told me you wanted to find another man.
Now I hear you cry every time we play Arizona Stand.
Now I'm standing here with 50 of my friends and a keg of Killians.
And you're at home with your Ani Difranco tapes again.
Baby, do you miss me now that I'm gone?
Do you miss me?
I remember the day that you told me you wanted to find another man.
Now I hear you cry every time we play Arizona Stand.
Now I'm standing here with 50 of my friends and a keg of Killians.
And you're at home with your Ani Difranco tapes again.
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