Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Yoko brought a walrus, there was magic in the air

I am at home on a Friday afternoon because I felt mentally unstable yesterday. Such a perfectly valid excuse for not going to school or doing any work! It is STILL SUNNY, after about 2 weeks of no rain!! And I was hoping the first time it would rain would be a weekday in school, so we can all frollick, but the weather outlook says that it will rain on Sunday, too bad. Friday is my favourite day of the week because there is the most exciting atmosphere around. Our Friday timetable is no longer divine. We used to have a 3-hour break where we can go to town, the beach or lie on the greek metal chairs at the garden tables like lizards in the sun.

School is very insane business now. I don't feel like studying maths, or econs at all. I cannot summon the will to do a piece of homework unless it is lit or tsd, and I cannot think about anything else but The Summer of Love (my ds), such that it is killing me. That was until I stayed home on Wednesday morning to type my script, in a sort of trance, and then went to school and discussed it with the teachers. Mister Lofthouse made things all better and I was extremely happy I went to talk to them!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He gave me ideas on John Baez, unplugging the bathtub, having a more fantastic opening and then everyone in the workshop played a game started by him, which is to tap the melody of a beatles song, which everyone must then guess. He says that he and his wife tap endlessly on plane rides, guessing all sorts of songs, where I expect they must appear looney.

Now everyone is going intensively into group pieces and after that is over it will be the individual skills and it's all so exciting! Soon we'll be meeting our crew with a prop list and then we'll all be weaving in and out of the curtains and wings of the ava, just like last year when we were crewing for guns and butter. we were helping people change, pulling the curtains, being in the dark safe shadow of backstage yet afraid of falling into holes or seeing ghosts and sweeping and mopping the floor before slot starts in stinky blacks. Now it's US, oh, merry christmas! For my group, Seven girls and their crew! And for the individual skills, it was always exciting among everyone to find out what everyone else was up to and working on. It's like what carol said about tsd being like a secret to the school, probably no one really knows what we're doing in our little world in a corner of a school with a greek garden and where the sun shines bright, but people are reading plays, designing sets, thinking up ideas, working on sets, burning cloth, sewing costumes, fitting their models, scrubbing bathtubs soon, making bubbles, working with lights systems, rehearsing a monologue, and creating group pieces about cash and carry brides, coffee shops, agamemnon, a brain's internal system, musicals of abused prisoners or gameshows. It's mindblowing.

There are secrets everywhere. Which I know is obvious, but if you know some secrets (which everyone does) and know that some other people know secrets of their own and some people don't know some secrets, everything becomes a whole mindmap of who knows what secrets and who loves who and who thinks who loves who and who knows who does love who. Sometimes I picture everyone sitting in a circle and slapping each other and telling everyone else their secrets, which would end in crying and everyone loving each other.

At chinese new year, i will pretend to be nice in front of those i enjoy pretending to be nice in front of, and just ignore those who irritate me and whom i will not consider inviting to my wedding dinner even if my grandmother insists. whatever it is, they will stupidly hand over money for the sake of being good chinese who respect traditions and i will benefit from this superficial show of their loyalty to their roots and i will get their money!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it is quite absurd, actually, the idea of giving money to a little kid you barely understand as a human and just ask moronic questions like, 'your school is so far? you've grown so tall?' (what KIND of a question is 'you've grown so tall?' !!!!! it is a stupid question asked by the most idiotic, to which there is no answer except 'yes, person-who-is-elderly-to-me-and-hence-i-must-answer, i've grown taller, in case you haven't notice with your own blind eyes which i am about to scald with acid', that's what!!!!!!!)

I quite think though, that we are having the time of our lives.

moled at 1/27/2005 11:00:00 PM

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