Dear Paul,
This letter is in reference to your behavior to me yesterday morning. I doubt you know this, but I have not studied your subject before, and was studying all of Wednesday and part of Thursday before the test.
Therefore, it was a shock to receive my paper from a month ago, and be told that I had mis-done the assignment. "I still gave you a .... grade," you said, "but follow the instructions next time."
I am not debating my grade (80%) or the fact that I should have made my intent clearer closer to the due date. (You don't seem to remember me checking the aspect of the assignment you had such issue with at the middle of the semester, but I assure you that it happened.)
Paul, I am debating how you went about it. First of all, your comments on the paper may have been written with good intentions, but they were actually very harsh. "How could you think this was okay to do when the paper was worth 20% of your grade?" may have been meant inquisitively, but it came off as accusatory. Also, I find fault with your timing. If you were so incensed with me, I would have preferred for you to take this up with me after the final examination had been completed. Paul, your remarks (written and spoken) made me cry. It took extraordinary strength of character to fall back into "finals mode" and try and do the best I could. It was also very painful to try to not think about your comments as I was doing the test itself.
Last, but certainly not least, I believe your conduct during the exam itself was unprofessional. As the room was quiet and we were writing, you made three loud announcements and questioned the class as a whole. "Do you know Person #1, Person #2, or Person #3's cell phone numbers?? Please text them! They're missing the final!" A few minutes went by, then: "Does anyone have a laptop or tablet with them? .... Can you fire it up? I need to find your classmates." Paul, this last one was my favorite. A student walked in at 10:45 when the final began at 10:30. You exclaimed, "Talk to me! You're fifteen minutes late!! What is your excuse?"
Paul, all of this behavior was disruptive and unprofessional of you. You may know the material, and I am certainly glad that you have faith that we do as well, but this was not a typical class period. This was the final exam. Finals week is a very stressful time in the life of a college student. We do not need emotional upheaval or disruptions during the test itself.
This had made me to never take a class with you again. This will be my first and my last class with you.
Take care.
Signed,
Me
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
I suppose it's cute that he kisses her on the cheek so much, but here's the thing.
He doesn't lift his lips from her cheek or neck or whatever for usually between 10 and 20 seconds and just kisses over and over again. Just little pecks. But that sound, that little wet smack every time, makes me cringe. It happens every like, ten minutes or something. And I'm uncomfortable every single fucking time.
He doesn't lift his lips from her cheek or neck or whatever for usually between 10 and 20 seconds and just kisses over and over again. Just little pecks. But that sound, that little wet smack every time, makes me cringe. It happens every like, ten minutes or something. And I'm uncomfortable every single fucking time.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
I'm trying not to be bitter that I wasn't cast YET AGAIN, but I saw that cast list. I know for a fact that I was a stronger singer and dancer than at least two of those girls. And yet I didn't get cast, and Catherine has the gall to tell me that THAT was the reason.
I call bullshit!
I'll go see this show, because like four of my friends are in it, but I'll be seething inside.
Now please excuse me, I have to go write a paper before I cry myself off to sleep tonight. :(
At least my friends are demanding answers. Laura says she wants to burn something. I'm not sure what will actually happen, but it is nice to know.
I call bullshit!
I'll go see this show, because like four of my friends are in it, but I'll be seething inside.
Now please excuse me, I have to go write a paper before I cry myself off to sleep tonight. :(
At least my friends are demanding answers. Laura says she wants to burn something. I'm not sure what will actually happen, but it is nice to know.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
You know what, reader?
I don't care if you're there. If you are, great! Stick around! If not- well, get used to bitching. Because I have a feeling that's what I'll mainly do here, so I'm not overwhelmed.
Who do I talk to about a big situation in my life when the 3 people I normally talk to are all bad to talk to in this situation?
One is directly related.
One has a bias about me that shouldn't be there to be a good listener.
And the third just doesn't get it.
Honestly? My head is in a whirl and I don't have support. Yeah... This kind of sucks.
One is directly related.
One has a bias about me that shouldn't be there to be a good listener.
And the third just doesn't get it.
Honestly? My head is in a whirl and I don't have support. Yeah... This kind of sucks.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I honestly have no idea if the last thing I posted was really from November. If so, my apologies. Everything has just taken over.
I just thought to come say hello to anyone who may still pay attention to this blog. I guess it's rather been too long to start bitching about life already, so I guess I shall bid you adieu, hopefully only for a short while.
I just thought to come say hello to anyone who may still pay attention to this blog. I guess it's rather been too long to start bitching about life already, so I guess I shall bid you adieu, hopefully only for a short while.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Goodness gracious!
It's been almost two months since I updated?! :O Oops!
What's been going on? Well, I'll be going a bit out of order, but....
1. I auditioned for the spring Production.
2. I did not get in. :( More about this later.
3. Ernest and I celebrated our year anniversary. <3
4. I saw Idina Menzel perform live! Hooooooooooly crap!
5. I saw Raul Esparza and Brooke Shields in "Leap of Faith", down at the Ahmanson. I really hope it goes to Broadway. It was really good!
6. I've started knitting Christmas gifts for my roomies. I have no idea what to get Ernest for Christmas, and it's driving me a little crazy.
7. There have been multiple "Pablo" moments. More about Pablo later.
8. I have connected with a couple of girls in my acting class about the amazing and supermegafoxyawesomehot Darren Criss. We got tickets to see him!!
Okay, more in detail.
The spring production was The Donner Party Cycle, written by one of the faculty here, Mr. Bob Mayberry. It's about the Donner Party and their journey - I had never learned about the Donner Party in school, so getting the information this late in life about potential cannibals was like WHOA. You know? So anywho, I went to the history and reading session, I talked to him before that all happened about the show, I chose a more serious monologue for Acting class so I could get accustomed to not being a more silly character... and I nailed my audition. You know the feeling when you're like, "oh, I could have done better at x, y, and z"? That didn't come up at all. And that ALWAYS comes up. So when I got the email last week with my name NOT on the cast list.. well, to be quite frank, I started questioning everything. Myself, my intuition, even if this was the right field for me to go into. Especially since there is a very good possibility that I'm graduating in the fall and will not have another production to audition for.
The thing is, though, there is only ONE production a year here. I keep telling myself that out in the Real World, there are more opportunities... sure, there are more opportunities to get rejected, but at least I won't audition once and be done for a whole year. Like here. The thing is, this is the second production in two years that I haven't gotten in to. At least I was crew for the last one, as much as I hated being there and not on-stage. Don't get me wrong, stage manager was an amazing learning experience, and I wouldn't trade that. And for that audition, I DID have that niggling I don't think I did well feeling. But at least I was there, you know? .. But I'm just not in this one at all. Fuck.
About our anniversary: It was wonderful. We had talked it over like three weeks prior to October 18 and had thought that a picnic sounded really fun and easy to do. Unfortunately, the weather didn't like that plan, so picnic got canceled and I asked him to plan something. He came through great - we did a wonderful, traditional dinner and a movie. We went to Denny's down the road, where we went quite a bit last semester, and saw Despicable Me at the three dollar movie theater. Both instances were really fun! Definitely one of my better memories of this semester. <3
Idina! Holy shit she was amaaaaaaaaaaaazing. She performed at the Orange County Performing Arts Center for one show only, backed by like an entire symphony! She sang some Wicked and some Rent, then branched out into the song she sang for Glee, and some Barbra Streisand, and some old jazz and musical theatre classics. She had on this gorgeous purple evening gown - strapless, with it cinched at the waist with a shiny buckle type thing and the rest flowing down like some sort of Greek goddess' toga. She was barefoot. She also talked to the audience like we were all her new best friends, telling stories and getting sidetracked and everything. It was great!
"Leap of Faith" - based on the movie with Steve Martin, apparently. It was so cute! I read some reviews beforehand, so I'd know what we were getting in to (I've never seen the movie, but I am in love with Raul Esparza's voice. So there. LOL) and some reviews said that though they understood that the show was still in previews, it was sorely lacking in depth and depended too much on the star quality of the actors. I disagree. The relationships between Raul Esparza and Brooke Shields and Raul and his stage sister Kendra Kassebaum and between the choir - oh, I loved it! I can't wait to see it on the Tony's in a year or so! :P
Ah, yes, the necessary knitting post. Well, I've started making gifts for my roomies. Roomie A gets a lacy scarf in a blue/purple color scheme. It's about 2/3 done now, I think. Roomie B gets a lacier wrap in a very vibrant purple. It's a very easy pattern, and I think I'm about halfway done, maybe more. I haven't yet started on Roomie C's gift, but it's a cowl that is alternating all purl rows and all knit rows, in the round, and I don't foresee that being any problem. Sometime next week or something I'll just put in a movie, print out the pattern, and knit and watch/listen. My favorite knitting activity. :D
Oh, Pablo. <-- That has become a saying in my acting class. There's this guy (Peter) who can somehow get away with saying the raciest things EVER. (He freaking called me a ho and since it's him, I didn't get offended at all. ?!) Peter has somehow become Pablo Jebidiah Casanova over the course of the semester. So when he makes comments like "why is it dirty?" when asking our teacher the meaning behind our "quick and dirty warmups", we all start giggling and saying "oh, Pablo". I have to say, the Pablo moments are probably like.. twenty percent on why I look forward to acting so much. Other moments include: the aforementioned "ho" incident - "A missive.. like a letter... It has words??" - since he has a Hungarian accent, adding a redneck one to that is absolutely hysterical!!
More about my acting class, since I adore it so freaking much! I've made good friends with two girls, Laura and Neggin. I think the two of them connected over Glee, which I don't really watch at all... but suddenly Darren Criss from AVPM/AVPS got on it. And now the three of us are giggling up a storm about how talented/wonderful/cute/hot Darren is, especially in relationship to his partner on the show, Kurt. They have such a cute relationship! But the three of us always quote either his Glee scenes or AVPM/AVPS. Laura found that he will be playing in Hollywood the Saturday after finals, so we got up the courage and called in for tickets, and got them! So now we get to see the supermegafoxyawesomehot Darren live in person!! <3 Soooooo excited!
I think that's all the major things that have been happening this semester. I shall try to keep better updating habits in the future. :)
xoxo
Samantha
What's been going on? Well, I'll be going a bit out of order, but....
1. I auditioned for the spring Production.
2. I did not get in. :( More about this later.
3. Ernest and I celebrated our year anniversary. <3
4. I saw Idina Menzel perform live! Hooooooooooly crap!
5. I saw Raul Esparza and Brooke Shields in "Leap of Faith", down at the Ahmanson. I really hope it goes to Broadway. It was really good!
6. I've started knitting Christmas gifts for my roomies. I have no idea what to get Ernest for Christmas, and it's driving me a little crazy.
7. There have been multiple "Pablo" moments. More about Pablo later.
8. I have connected with a couple of girls in my acting class about the amazing and supermegafoxyawesomehot Darren Criss. We got tickets to see him!!
Okay, more in detail.
The spring production was The Donner Party Cycle, written by one of the faculty here, Mr. Bob Mayberry. It's about the Donner Party and their journey - I had never learned about the Donner Party in school, so getting the information this late in life about potential cannibals was like WHOA. You know? So anywho, I went to the history and reading session, I talked to him before that all happened about the show, I chose a more serious monologue for Acting class so I could get accustomed to not being a more silly character... and I nailed my audition. You know the feeling when you're like, "oh, I could have done better at x, y, and z"? That didn't come up at all. And that ALWAYS comes up. So when I got the email last week with my name NOT on the cast list.. well, to be quite frank, I started questioning everything. Myself, my intuition, even if this was the right field for me to go into. Especially since there is a very good possibility that I'm graduating in the fall and will not have another production to audition for.
The thing is, though, there is only ONE production a year here. I keep telling myself that out in the Real World, there are more opportunities... sure, there are more opportunities to get rejected, but at least I won't audition once and be done for a whole year. Like here. The thing is, this is the second production in two years that I haven't gotten in to. At least I was crew for the last one, as much as I hated being there and not on-stage. Don't get me wrong, stage manager was an amazing learning experience, and I wouldn't trade that. And for that audition, I DID have that niggling I don't think I did well feeling. But at least I was there, you know? .. But I'm just not in this one at all. Fuck.
About our anniversary: It was wonderful. We had talked it over like three weeks prior to October 18 and had thought that a picnic sounded really fun and easy to do. Unfortunately, the weather didn't like that plan, so picnic got canceled and I asked him to plan something. He came through great - we did a wonderful, traditional dinner and a movie. We went to Denny's down the road, where we went quite a bit last semester, and saw Despicable Me at the three dollar movie theater. Both instances were really fun! Definitely one of my better memories of this semester. <3
Idina! Holy shit she was amaaaaaaaaaaaazing. She performed at the Orange County Performing Arts Center for one show only, backed by like an entire symphony! She sang some Wicked and some Rent, then branched out into the song she sang for Glee, and some Barbra Streisand, and some old jazz and musical theatre classics. She had on this gorgeous purple evening gown - strapless, with it cinched at the waist with a shiny buckle type thing and the rest flowing down like some sort of Greek goddess' toga. She was barefoot. She also talked to the audience like we were all her new best friends, telling stories and getting sidetracked and everything. It was great!
"Leap of Faith" - based on the movie with Steve Martin, apparently. It was so cute! I read some reviews beforehand, so I'd know what we were getting in to (I've never seen the movie, but I am in love with Raul Esparza's voice. So there. LOL) and some reviews said that though they understood that the show was still in previews, it was sorely lacking in depth and depended too much on the star quality of the actors. I disagree. The relationships between Raul Esparza and Brooke Shields and Raul and his stage sister Kendra Kassebaum and between the choir - oh, I loved it! I can't wait to see it on the Tony's in a year or so! :P
Ah, yes, the necessary knitting post. Well, I've started making gifts for my roomies. Roomie A gets a lacy scarf in a blue/purple color scheme. It's about 2/3 done now, I think. Roomie B gets a lacier wrap in a very vibrant purple. It's a very easy pattern, and I think I'm about halfway done, maybe more. I haven't yet started on Roomie C's gift, but it's a cowl that is alternating all purl rows and all knit rows, in the round, and I don't foresee that being any problem. Sometime next week or something I'll just put in a movie, print out the pattern, and knit and watch/listen. My favorite knitting activity. :D
Oh, Pablo. <-- That has become a saying in my acting class. There's this guy (Peter) who can somehow get away with saying the raciest things EVER. (He freaking called me a ho and since it's him, I didn't get offended at all. ?!) Peter has somehow become Pablo Jebidiah Casanova over the course of the semester. So when he makes comments like "why is it dirty?" when asking our teacher the meaning behind our "quick and dirty warmups", we all start giggling and saying "oh, Pablo". I have to say, the Pablo moments are probably like.. twenty percent on why I look forward to acting so much. Other moments include: the aforementioned "ho" incident - "A missive.. like a letter... It has words??" - since he has a Hungarian accent, adding a redneck one to that is absolutely hysterical!!
More about my acting class, since I adore it so freaking much! I've made good friends with two girls, Laura and Neggin. I think the two of them connected over Glee, which I don't really watch at all... but suddenly Darren Criss from AVPM/AVPS got on it. And now the three of us are giggling up a storm about how talented/wonderful/cute/hot Darren is, especially in relationship to his partner on the show, Kurt. They have such a cute relationship! But the three of us always quote either his Glee scenes or AVPM/AVPS. Laura found that he will be playing in Hollywood the Saturday after finals, so we got up the courage and called in for tickets, and got them! So now we get to see the supermegafoxyawesomehot Darren live in person!! <3 Soooooo excited!
I think that's all the major things that have been happening this semester. I shall try to keep better updating habits in the future. :)
xoxo
Samantha
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
NOT COOL!!!
Okay. On facebook right now, there's a trend to put where you like to put your purse at the end of the day. I did one - on the floor, chair, bed. Whatever.
One of my roommates' friends replied - and I'm so totally quoting here - "I like breast cancer lol".
I do realize guys are more observant than I give them credit, and the fact that it's breast cancer awareness month and suddenly all the girls are doing these kinds of statuses...
but this is so not cool
I'm pretty much trembling right now. I can't even tell if it's from rage or cold. Probably a combination of both. I'm not even opening my mouth right now for fear that I'll either start cursing my computer out or cry. This hits home far far too much and I cannot believe what just happened.
fuck.
One of my roommates' friends replied - and I'm so totally quoting here - "I like breast cancer lol".
I do realize guys are more observant than I give them credit, and the fact that it's breast cancer awareness month and suddenly all the girls are doing these kinds of statuses...
but this is so not cool
I'm pretty much trembling right now. I can't even tell if it's from rage or cold. Probably a combination of both. I'm not even opening my mouth right now for fear that I'll either start cursing my computer out or cry. This hits home far far too much and I cannot believe what just happened.
fuck.
Friday, October 1, 2010
A Mixed Bag Day
Just as the title says... Today has been all over the place.
First... class. In and of itself, this is a shitty thing. It's at ten in the morning on a Friday. I've not had a Friday class since high school, so it's been quite a shock to my system. Then coming back here and going out to lunch with two of my roomies (Roomie A is out of town; I went with B and C)... very good! Then going to a yarn store for fun/Christmas gifts/bday gift with Roomie B. From there, we went to the cupcakery across the plaza - oh my goodness, so decadent, but so good! From there, the mall. Where I:
a. liked a shirt in LoveCulture
b. was informed my iPod was toast
c. got a makeover, free of charge
d. found eyeshadow colors in Sephora that match some of my favorites, and a new brush - but I didn't have the money to get them.
Came back here, decided to do homework, and have since been on iTunes, cleaning my room, and finishing up fingerless gloves (of my own pattern! <3).
Now, I need to finish up that damn sock, get a header (haha!) on this hat pattern I've had my eye on for like a month (already got it started!) and throw out the trash.
Now if only my mom gets better tomorrow.. then I can go home and have a whole new set of things to do. <3
Samantha
First... class. In and of itself, this is a shitty thing. It's at ten in the morning on a Friday. I've not had a Friday class since high school, so it's been quite a shock to my system. Then coming back here and going out to lunch with two of my roomies (Roomie A is out of town; I went with B and C)... very good! Then going to a yarn store for fun/Christmas gifts/bday gift with Roomie B. From there, we went to the cupcakery across the plaza - oh my goodness, so decadent, but so good! From there, the mall. Where I:
a. liked a shirt in LoveCulture
b. was informed my iPod was toast
c. got a makeover, free of charge
d. found eyeshadow colors in Sephora that match some of my favorites, and a new brush - but I didn't have the money to get them.
Came back here, decided to do homework, and have since been on iTunes, cleaning my room, and finishing up fingerless gloves (of my own pattern! <3).
Now, I need to finish up that damn sock, get a header (haha!) on this hat pattern I've had my eye on for like a month (already got it started!) and throw out the trash.
Now if only my mom gets better tomorrow.. then I can go home and have a whole new set of things to do. <3
Samantha
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Okay...
Just something to get off my chest. It's been bugging me for like a month and a half now.
I was on a job - Glee, if I remember right - and we were just sitting in holding. Again. So I bring out my knitting. It always brings out comments, but from the guy next to me:
"Oh my God!! What are you doing? Crocheting?!"
I correct him: it's knitting.
"Geez! That's so much worse! You're not a like eighty year old lady; you have no business doing that!"
What. The. FUCK?!
Has it really gotten in today's society that someone that isn't fully grown or an "eighty year old lady" can't enjoy a bit of craft work? How do these people think the eighty year old ladies whip out all the blankets and scarves and sweaters? It's not elementary stuff, Watson. It's fucking hard. They probably started when they were my age and advanced UNTIL they were able to get those projects out quickly for their significant other, then their children, then perhaps grandchildren. It's not like.. you turn a certain age, join AARP, and BAM! You know how to knit. Doesn't work that way, bucko.
Grr.
Sorry, this has been resting on me for a while. According to my calendar, since the beginning of August, apparently. And I'm working on sock #2 still - I had to put it down. I dislike socks. Not because of the DPNs... I actually don't mind those. But because I have to make two of them. I know, I know, it sounds terrible. But if I could get away with having mismatched knitted socks the rest of my life, I totally would. But... I'm pretty much on the foot now, so easy going. Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself.
Okie doke. Xoxoxo!
Samantha
I was on a job - Glee, if I remember right - and we were just sitting in holding. Again. So I bring out my knitting. It always brings out comments, but from the guy next to me:
"Oh my God!! What are you doing? Crocheting?!"
I correct him: it's knitting.
"Geez! That's so much worse! You're not a like eighty year old lady; you have no business doing that!"
What. The. FUCK?!
Has it really gotten in today's society that someone that isn't fully grown or an "eighty year old lady" can't enjoy a bit of craft work? How do these people think the eighty year old ladies whip out all the blankets and scarves and sweaters? It's not elementary stuff, Watson. It's fucking hard. They probably started when they were my age and advanced UNTIL they were able to get those projects out quickly for their significant other, then their children, then perhaps grandchildren. It's not like.. you turn a certain age, join AARP, and BAM! You know how to knit. Doesn't work that way, bucko.
Grr.
Sorry, this has been resting on me for a while. According to my calendar, since the beginning of August, apparently. And I'm working on sock #2 still - I had to put it down. I dislike socks. Not because of the DPNs... I actually don't mind those. But because I have to make two of them. I know, I know, it sounds terrible. But if I could get away with having mismatched knitted socks the rest of my life, I totally would. But... I'm pretty much on the foot now, so easy going. Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself.
Okie doke. Xoxoxo!
Samantha
Monday, September 20, 2010
Grr
I don't GET IT.
I'm using the same pattern. With the same measurements. (I took notes before, which made me so sure that this was the right pattern.
Yet this time the sock is looking a LOT smaller.
I really hope it will stretch with wear and wash. Cuz ... what good will it be otherwise to have two "matching" socks... with two different sizes?
*sigh* I've been working on this thing for like two and a half hours. I'm at the gusset... aka where the heel ends and the rest of the foot will begin. Lots of minor shaping and moving of stitches here.
I reeeeeeeeeally hope this will work! *end whining*
xoxo,
Samantha
I'm using the same pattern. With the same measurements. (I took notes before, which made me so sure that this was the right pattern.
Yet this time the sock is looking a LOT smaller.
I really hope it will stretch with wear and wash. Cuz ... what good will it be otherwise to have two "matching" socks... with two different sizes?
*sigh* I've been working on this thing for like two and a half hours. I'm at the gusset... aka where the heel ends and the rest of the foot will begin. Lots of minor shaping and moving of stitches here.
I reeeeeeeeeally hope this will work! *end whining*
xoxo,
Samantha
YAY!
Over the summer, I made a sock.
That's right. Still only one.
I had gotten these great DPNs and this wonderful soft sock yarn at a store in Monterey. So I decided, what the hell, I'll try socks.
Now, these needles are TEENY. So when I had finished Sock Number One, I decided to take a break from straining my eyesight and go on to bigger needle projects. This would have been fine, but...
I lost the pattern.
Yeah. Not my best move, to be sure. Fortunately, it wasn't something I had paid for in a store or anything. It was a free pattern online at ravelry.com (I love ravelry!>
It was fairly easy to find on that page. It was the only one that had no lace or lattice work and was the right height. No knee socks for me; only ankle socks til I get more money so I can get more sock yarn!
So, end of the story: I found the pattern. Yay! Now: to not strain my vision as I work on these toothpick-wide-sized needles again! ;) Sock Number Two, coming right up! (I'll post a picture... hopefully y'all can help me if they should be called Mermaid socks or Mardi Gras socks. We'll see!)
xoxo,
Samantha
Nothing really of note..
To be honest, I have no reason to update right now except that it's been a while and I'm bored. I have class in two hours and nothing (sort of) to do.
I suppose I could start reading for Thursday and Friday, but I'm just .... eh. It's not what I want to do.
What do I want to do?
Hm.
-move around
-get air
-knit (duh)
-sing and dance around
-be productive
-go for a drive
Most of these things are at least somewhat active, a trait I seem to be lacking today. Maybe this is because I just got an email from my professor of my one class today and she says we'll be very physical today.
I also think I want to move around ... because I can't really right now. Yesterday, we went to the LA County Fair and as we were leaving, it felt like I pulled a muscle in the arch of my foot. It's felt better today, but I'm not looking forward to moving around past walking around the suite.
Uhhh... I have more thoughts in my head, I swear I do. I'm just censoring a lot.
And when did my blog become a place for me NOT to really rant and tell whoever's reading about my knitting, but instead a place of veiled ideas based on what's going on in life? Geez.
That's it from me now.
Samantha
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Birthday Celebration Beginnings
Heyyy!
So it is two days before my birthday, and my parents and I got home from Disneyland about an hour ago. I just want to type it all down before it leaves my memory - these are the bare bones, I'll fill it in later.
1. Everything was in order for Club 33 and dinner there. (Yay!)
2. We got our locker. $7 is a lot, but it's really convenient to just open whenever you need it.
3. It was really really hot. Like, Arizona type of heat, in the way that it was dry. It wasn't all that humid. So at least we had that going for us.
4. I looked good today. Daytime: gray A&F shirt, brown knee length shorts. Hair in ponytail - scrunchie has a big bow on the back. Cute. Nighttime: Black halter dress. Hair up in clip.
5. We got tickets first thing for the 10:15 World of Color show. My parents stood in line for Soaring over California.
6. Went on ride. Got a little dizzy. Got over it. Went to the Hollywood section and did:
a. Monsters Inc. ride. Adorable.
b. the Animation building.
7. In Animation building:
a. Did the "who are you" quiz in the Beast's Library. I was Belle, Mom was Cinderella, and Gary decided to be funny and was the Wicked Witch from Snow White.
b. Did the karaoke bit in Ursula's Grotto. Sang Hakuna Matata. Mom and I sang for Timon and Simba, Gary did Pumbaa.
c. BEST PART. Saw the "Turtle Talk" show, where someone can see the audience while talking like Crush from Finding Nemo. Mom and I had front row seats in the teeny auditorium and Crush and I talked
i. about swimming
ii. about that it was my birthday. He then sang me the "Turtle birthday song". To the tune of our traditional bday song: "do do do do do do/ do do do do do do/ I'm so glad that you hatched/ do do do do do do."
8. Saw Gary's friends at the Grand Californian for a few minutes.
9. Walked over to Disneyland.
10. Saw the Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln bit. Tuned out again once the robot Lincoln got onstage and started talking. Got too distracted with the details - his fingers move, his hair doesn't, they stayed on target when recreating his clothes etc etc etc.....
11. Did Jungle Cruise. Not one of the better skippers I've ever had, to be quite honest.
12. Did Pirates. It was Pirates... No real big deal there.
13. Mom and Gary got to experience my scream firsthand at Haunted Mansion. I got to point out:
a. Walt Disney's head in the graveyard
b. the spiderweb on the glass overlooking the ballroom.
c. how the raven used to be the point of talking.
14. Went to Fantasyland.
a. Went on teacups with mom. Did not go on the Bono teacup. Instead, went on pretty blue one with flower on the side.
b. Cast member noticed me and a random girl walking by - and we both had birthday pins on. He then directed us to the front of the line at the Alice in Wonderland ride.
i. This is, embarrassingly enough, the ride I went on almost immediately after I got my ears pierced when I was five.. I didn't quite understand the mechanics of earrings and therefore held my earrings in place for the whole ride.
15. Went to Tomorrowland.
16. Went on Buzz Lightyear ride. I kicked ass. Gary had 2 laser guns going - combined score of 40,000 or so. Mom had one gun, and had about 25,000. I had one gun, and got 184,800. Yeah.
17. Went on It's a Small World. It's the same as it's been. That one doll at the end that is not holding its balloons by its hand, but instead on the top of its head? Yeah, that thing still scares the crap out of me.
18. Decided to take the train back to Main Street.
a. Standing in line, I'm looking at the Princess thing when I think I see a familiar face. "Mom, is that...." "Yes it is... do you want to go?" "No, this has gone on long enough."
b. Turns out to be my best friend from K-12, Jo. She and I hadn't spoken til today since she left for college in Oregon 2 years ago. Broke my heart. Especially since through breaks and everything, we live 5 streets away from each other.
c. My mom and her talk.
d. She and I talk.
i. I shed two tears, maybe.
ii. I got answers that I've been needing for at least a year and a half.
A. You know, when she dropped me like a hot potato...?
19. Parade is setting up, so I look at the shops on Main Street to see if I can find any birthday goodies before we change.
a. After all, shorts are not acceptable at Club 33.
20. Change in the bathroom across from the lockers. I can only imagine what the people in the stalls next to me must have been thinking.
21. Watch the parade. It's the Celebration one, so Mom and I cheered when they said to for:
a. birthday
b. volunteer
c. being at Disneyland!
22. We also danced.
23. From then, we found Gary again and wasted time while waiting to get into Club 33.
24. I got to ring the bell and tell the hostess our reservation name.
a. It's true, they really do have to buzz you in. It's exhilarating when it works and you open that door for the first time.
25. Club 33. Where to start?
a. Entranceway.
i. First thing you see is a staircase. Next to staircase is an old looking elevator. (Apparently European style). To the right of elevator and a bit behind is the check room. When we came in, a party was leaving. They had checked backpacks.
A. Club 33 has a fairly formal dress code. The two kids in that party had to borrow polo shirts to put over their "I SURVIVED THE TOWER OF TERROR" tee shirts.
ii. In front of the check room is the desk. The hostess has a 1920s phone (the one where the mouthpiece and earpiece are separate? That.) that she rang up and told the hostess up THERE that we were here.
iii. Apparently, we passed dress and bag inspection because we headed up the elevator with no problems.
b. The elevator.
i. That thing's TINY!
c. The restaurant.
i. As soon as we got up there, 3 different people helped us: One opened the elevator, the second directed a host, and the host led us to our table where he told us who would be helping us.
ii. Club 33 is really very exclusive. We got in the parks easily. To make up for this, you have to spend a park ticket's worth of money on food/drink in the restaurant.
A. Wow.
iii. As soon as we ordered, Mom and I had a look around. We took our phones and took many various pictures.
iv. We also stumbled upon the case full of Club 33 stuff. Overpriced but really really cool.
d. The food
Me: Started with "contemporary" French Onion soup. Basically onion soup with baked cheese on top. Very yummy. I won "best appetizer" at our table. ;) Followed with steak with a carrot and (I think) a piece of broccolini on the side. Also had some kind of dried cherry bread/cake thing that was extremely delicious. They provided my dessert: chocolate mousse in a scoop with a white chocolate Mickey face in front (with raspberry syrup "eyelashes"), two dark chocolate circles stuck halfway through, and half raspberry in between to signify Minnie's bow. Adorable and again extremely yummy.
Mom: Started with shrimp cocktail. Got the same steak, but didn't really enjoy it. Traded steaks with Gary. They shared his dessert at the end.
Gary: Got the fixed menu. It looked pretty good. There was a cheese on the cheese plate - I believe it was St. Andre Triple Creamy (or something very similar to that name) that was like a really good Brie. I'll have to look into it.
26. The shows
a. We could hear Fantasmic (and see a LITTLE bit) from the balcony of the restaurant. There was a tree in the way. (Apparently people have asked them to chop it down. For convenience's sake.)
b. We finished our food and got out of the park just as the fireworks finished. They were beautiful. Dumbo and Tinkerbell flew. Not at the same time.
i. There was a wonderful version of Chim Chim Cher-ee that I'd like to find. Words were a little changed, and it was sung by a girl.
c. Got our stuff from the locker and headed over to California Adventure
i. Glow Fest was in full swing. You could feel the beat in your chest as you walked past.
ii. Speed walked to our "loading zone" for the Red section of World of Color.
A. If you can, get the yellow section. You can see SOOOO much better.
iii. By this time, parental units were fading quickly.
iv. Show started. It was still good, but was better in the yellow section.
v. Show finished. I still cringed at the Mufasa section and "Awww"ed when all the kisses were shown, and clapped energetically when Under the Sea and Friend Like Me played. Love love love this show!
27. Headed home.
a. Drive took approximately 45 minutes. No traffic. Listened to XM 123 - kind of like TMZ or something similar.
Now....
Time for bed!
xoxo,
Samantha
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Hello, blog world.
I know it's been a while since I updated. The problem was that I had no clue how to follow up my "seeing-the-world" post of last time. Enough has happened that I could have updated but .... it wouldn't have been a really good followup.
Well, here I am. And don'tcha love me, I'm going to fill you in on the past few weeks.
Pretty much a few days afer I had said revelation, I got another call for a job. I don't get too excited these days - though I have to say, when I see "Booked Talent" on my caller ID, I do get really giddy - but when they called for Glee.......
I'm not even a big Glee fan.
Hell, I've never seen an episode of the show.
But it's like... national TV! I'm not enough of an idiot to think that someone would see the "me" sized and colored blur in the background and think, "My God, I must find that girl and put her in this big project!" But still... it's Glee. There was singing and dancing. Granted, of the two days I worked it, the first day at the studio was far better, but I at least got money for the hell day.
I'm not really allowed to give specifics about this episode (2.02, btw. Airing September.) but I worked 13 hours the first day, where it was mainly hallway crosses and whatnot. The second day was on location at a (somewhat) local high school where they did the numbers. This was the hell day. First, for one of them, I was put in a stairwell with some others. I go up stairs while they do their bit. Anywho, while we weren't filming, I somehow managed to twist my ankle. I was excused from part of the work and met the medic. (Robert. Very nice guy.) Filled out a bunch of paperwork and got some ice and whatnot. Part Two of Hell Day: I cannot climb stairs because of twisted ankle. I tell PA Roger about this. He lets me do crosses in front of said stairwell instead.
Now, this is somewhat hard to explain in words (and without being in person) but I'll do my best. They were focusing on the stairwell at this point. There was a HUGE screen to the left of where I was walking, and one above. Two cameras were in action - one set, facing where I would walk, and one moving, where people could walk out the doors. (I swear to God this will all make so much more sense when the episode airs and I can pause and explain "here's where.....") Now. We're in rehearsal. PA Jim gestures me and two others to cross. We do not know that the moving camera (held by a person, by the way) was basically running backwards into us. The guy gets out fine. The girl and I get trapped between a pole and the huge screen to our left. She slips through. The guy holding a screen for the camera STEPS ON THAT SAME ANKLE.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....
Then he cusses me out.
*sniff, sniff*
So yes. Not my best day of work, to be sure. But hell, I got paid for that stuff!
Okay. Following Glee.......
Three days later is Ernest's show of Twelfth Night up in Lindsay. I gather Lauren up and take Gary's car and we go see the show on its closing night. Lauren sees the town, I enjoy conversation about Shakespeare (as well as the production, of course) and met a second one of Ernest's friends from Lindsay. (By the by, the first I had met because he also goes to school. So ... kind of the first real hometown only friend.) Next day, I take Lauren and Ernest back with me to home. I tell ya, even though it's only 3 hours up there, I do not enjoy being behind the wheel for that long - cuz the night in between doesn't really COUNT too much as a break from driving. It's more... I know I'm doing another 3 hours down soon, let me just nap.
So we had Ernest here for about a week and a half. And this may sound terrible, but it's meant with the best - he's amazing, but I am really enjoying my "me" time right now. Playing host for that long is draining. Not to mention, I don't have to worry about anyone peeking at my screen or trying to steal my iPhone from under my nose.... ;)
Today Mom and I saw Eat Pray Love. Oh my God I loved it soooooo much! It was better that I had read the book first, to be honest. Because it's a year of transformation and experiences... there is no feasible way that any of that can fit into two and a half hours. Which, by the way, goes by insanely fast. It seeems to me that I had Julie and Julia last year (remember? I started this blog cuz of it?) and Eat Pray Love is the meaningful movie for this summer. Letters to Juliet was the one of the spring, but that was almost "meaningful lite" to me, compared to the others. All of them show beautiful locations and amazing things. I still want to try the boeuf bourguignon from Julia Child's cookbook. I have this blog up and (mostly) going. I'd love to write to Juliet's Secretaries. And because of this movie... No, I don't want to visit Bali or India, especially for four months like Elizabeth Gilbert did. I'd love to see France and Italy. Maybe not England again but definitely some of the others in the area - Ireland and Scotland and everything beautiful.
Unfortunately, European travel plans aren't in my current budget situation, so I'll have to settle myself for gazing at pictures on the Internet, possibly bugging people that ARE going, and (this is the big one!) learning a new language.
I don't know what, yet. I thought of Italian because of how it all sounds and how it's not just a spoken language, but a language in gestures and tones as well. I have a slight background in French, but I know I'd constantly be hearing my ninth- and tenth- grade Madame in the back of my mind "Samantha, passe compose for ...... " <-- insert horrid verb there. Spanish is too common around here. Sure, it'd be useful, but I've lost hearing the beauty in it.
I was thinking maybe Portugese. Something. Tomorrow (or, later today, as the case may be) I'll be heading to Barnes and Noble to look at language books and tapes. We'll see what I can find. You'll be one of the first to know. ;)
Xoxo,
Samantha
I have a week left til move-in. In that week is going to Disneyland/California Adventure with my parents (and getting to dine in CLUB 33!!!!!) and also my birthday. It's going to be a good week! :)
Well, here I am. And don'tcha love me, I'm going to fill you in on the past few weeks.
Pretty much a few days afer I had said revelation, I got another call for a job. I don't get too excited these days - though I have to say, when I see "Booked Talent" on my caller ID, I do get really giddy - but when they called for Glee.......
I'm not even a big Glee fan.
Hell, I've never seen an episode of the show.
But it's like... national TV! I'm not enough of an idiot to think that someone would see the "me" sized and colored blur in the background and think, "My God, I must find that girl and put her in this big project!" But still... it's Glee. There was singing and dancing. Granted, of the two days I worked it, the first day at the studio was far better, but I at least got money for the hell day.
I'm not really allowed to give specifics about this episode (2.02, btw. Airing September.) but I worked 13 hours the first day, where it was mainly hallway crosses and whatnot. The second day was on location at a (somewhat) local high school where they did the numbers. This was the hell day. First, for one of them, I was put in a stairwell with some others. I go up stairs while they do their bit. Anywho, while we weren't filming, I somehow managed to twist my ankle. I was excused from part of the work and met the medic. (Robert. Very nice guy.) Filled out a bunch of paperwork and got some ice and whatnot. Part Two of Hell Day: I cannot climb stairs because of twisted ankle. I tell PA Roger about this. He lets me do crosses in front of said stairwell instead.
Now, this is somewhat hard to explain in words (and without being in person) but I'll do my best. They were focusing on the stairwell at this point. There was a HUGE screen to the left of where I was walking, and one above. Two cameras were in action - one set, facing where I would walk, and one moving, where people could walk out the doors. (I swear to God this will all make so much more sense when the episode airs and I can pause and explain "here's where.....") Now. We're in rehearsal. PA Jim gestures me and two others to cross. We do not know that the moving camera (held by a person, by the way) was basically running backwards into us. The guy gets out fine. The girl and I get trapped between a pole and the huge screen to our left. She slips through. The guy holding a screen for the camera STEPS ON THAT SAME ANKLE.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....
Then he cusses me out.
*sniff, sniff*
So yes. Not my best day of work, to be sure. But hell, I got paid for that stuff!
Okay. Following Glee.......
Three days later is Ernest's show of Twelfth Night up in Lindsay. I gather Lauren up and take Gary's car and we go see the show on its closing night. Lauren sees the town, I enjoy conversation about Shakespeare (as well as the production, of course) and met a second one of Ernest's friends from Lindsay. (By the by, the first I had met because he also goes to school. So ... kind of the first real hometown only friend.) Next day, I take Lauren and Ernest back with me to home. I tell ya, even though it's only 3 hours up there, I do not enjoy being behind the wheel for that long - cuz the night in between doesn't really COUNT too much as a break from driving. It's more... I know I'm doing another 3 hours down soon, let me just nap.
So we had Ernest here for about a week and a half. And this may sound terrible, but it's meant with the best - he's amazing, but I am really enjoying my "me" time right now. Playing host for that long is draining. Not to mention, I don't have to worry about anyone peeking at my screen or trying to steal my iPhone from under my nose.... ;)
Today Mom and I saw Eat Pray Love. Oh my God I loved it soooooo much! It was better that I had read the book first, to be honest. Because it's a year of transformation and experiences... there is no feasible way that any of that can fit into two and a half hours. Which, by the way, goes by insanely fast. It seeems to me that I had Julie and Julia last year (remember? I started this blog cuz of it?) and Eat Pray Love is the meaningful movie for this summer. Letters to Juliet was the one of the spring, but that was almost "meaningful lite" to me, compared to the others. All of them show beautiful locations and amazing things. I still want to try the boeuf bourguignon from Julia Child's cookbook. I have this blog up and (mostly) going. I'd love to write to Juliet's Secretaries. And because of this movie... No, I don't want to visit Bali or India, especially for four months like Elizabeth Gilbert did. I'd love to see France and Italy. Maybe not England again but definitely some of the others in the area - Ireland and Scotland and everything beautiful.
Unfortunately, European travel plans aren't in my current budget situation, so I'll have to settle myself for gazing at pictures on the Internet, possibly bugging people that ARE going, and (this is the big one!) learning a new language.
I don't know what, yet. I thought of Italian because of how it all sounds and how it's not just a spoken language, but a language in gestures and tones as well. I have a slight background in French, but I know I'd constantly be hearing my ninth- and tenth- grade Madame in the back of my mind "Samantha, passe compose for ...... " <-- insert horrid verb there. Spanish is too common around here. Sure, it'd be useful, but I've lost hearing the beauty in it.
I was thinking maybe Portugese. Something. Tomorrow (or, later today, as the case may be) I'll be heading to Barnes and Noble to look at language books and tapes. We'll see what I can find. You'll be one of the first to know. ;)
Xoxo,
Samantha
I have a week left til move-in. In that week is going to Disneyland/California Adventure with my parents (and getting to dine in CLUB 33!!!!!) and also my birthday. It's going to be a good week! :)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sensation
I am so happy right now. I am experiencing sensations like I almost never do.
I feel the warm breeze running over my skin
I feel the heat and texture of my meal of a burrito and chips
I listen to the Latin music I cannot understand but can comprehend on another level
I enjoy the brightness of the sun bouncing off the cars in front of me (even though my sunglasses are on top of my head)
I see all these chain stores by me- Michael's, Old Navy, Party City - and imagine what they were before being constructed
I am one lucky girl to have, for a moment at least, to see the beauty in the world. We take so much for granted, these glimpses of the real world are so gorgeous.
I feel the warm breeze running over my skin
I feel the heat and texture of my meal of a burrito and chips
I listen to the Latin music I cannot understand but can comprehend on another level
I enjoy the brightness of the sun bouncing off the cars in front of me (even though my sunglasses are on top of my head)
I see all these chain stores by me- Michael's, Old Navy, Party City - and imagine what they were before being constructed
I am one lucky girl to have, for a moment at least, to see the beauty in the world. We take so much for granted, these glimpses of the real world are so gorgeous.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Today
I woke up from another theater dream. This time I was actually on stage (at least during part of it). Me and my new friend Whitmore (or Whitview, I'm not too sure now that I think about it fourteen hours later) went onstage at this festival and we were gonna sing I Am What I Am from La Cage aux Folles but he didn't get onstage cuz it went against his cult and so I sang a duet about gardening with Angela Lansbury...? I really have no idea what the hell is going on with my subconscious lately but it makes for a good story once I'm awake! ;)
Then I basically hung around until Gary got home. We picked up his friend Kip and we went to the Galleria to see the band of one of their friends. (He wasn't in it, he discovered them.) We then wandered the mall for a bit to keep out of the heat (oh god, the heat!!) before heading to the car show. I saw the Get Smart convertible and Back to the Future Delorean again, as well as a cooler older version of a SmartCar (like, a really older version!!) and an aquatic car. Most of the others were the typical really nice older cars that I would be terrified to drive next to or behind.
We then watched some bands either relive their glory days or pretend to (for example, the Beach Boys tribute band that plays mainly songs from the 60s). I got a really cool picture tonight too, with Chubby Checker! It's exactly the 50th anniversary of The Twist, so the coordinator of the event contacted the Guinness World Book of Records to see if they could break the record of the most people twisting at the same time in the same area. I'm not sure if they achieved the record.
I'm still recovering from having to wake up on Thursday at 6 and Friday at 5, so I suppose I should wrap up this post. I may look at this in the morning and delete half of it for being pure rambling. We'll see.
Good night!!
Samantha
Then I basically hung around until Gary got home. We picked up his friend Kip and we went to the Galleria to see the band of one of their friends. (He wasn't in it, he discovered them.) We then wandered the mall for a bit to keep out of the heat (oh god, the heat!!) before heading to the car show. I saw the Get Smart convertible and Back to the Future Delorean again, as well as a cooler older version of a SmartCar (like, a really older version!!) and an aquatic car. Most of the others were the typical really nice older cars that I would be terrified to drive next to or behind.
We then watched some bands either relive their glory days or pretend to (for example, the Beach Boys tribute band that plays mainly songs from the 60s). I got a really cool picture tonight too, with Chubby Checker! It's exactly the 50th anniversary of The Twist, so the coordinator of the event contacted the Guinness World Book of Records to see if they could break the record of the most people twisting at the same time in the same area. I'm not sure if they achieved the record.
I'm still recovering from having to wake up on Thursday at 6 and Friday at 5, so I suppose I should wrap up this post. I may look at this in the morning and delete half of it for being pure rambling. We'll see.
Good night!!
Samantha
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Theatre
I swear, there is like some kind of karmic, cosmic deal out there that means I need to be acting.
And I don't mean that in an arrogant way. But I've just woken up from the second dream in a week that I've been passed over in acting.
Dream One: With the director from the Heidi Chronicles, we set out to do another play. I audition again. Again, I do not receive an acting part. Instead, I am stage manager again, plus choreographer and costume designer. I will have to sew everthing by myself as I am not given any assistants. And, I kid you not, EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON in that room got a "leading role" in this Western play we have to do. They're all giggly and saying how much fun they'll have... I'm practically hyperventilating in my sleep cuz my conscious brain decides to remind my unconscious brain about how much work stage manager was, and how much MORE work the other two roles will be.
Dream Two: This is a different director - instead, she is an English professor I'm really comfortable with at school. The same audition process happens and ... I think we had performances? Then the rehearsals? I don't know. In any case, I wasn't given a damn thing to do. We're in dress rehearsals now, I believe. (And, by the way, the theatre in the first dream was completely imaginary, while this one was a modified version of the gym of my middle school.) I've apparently been doing NOTHING for the entire process when I notice that one of the main actors (who has to speak in the next thirty seconds) is not on stage. So I run backstage (we, being the production crew, were apparently sitting on folding chairs just off stage left) and get him on stage in time from the dressing rooms. The director then proceeds to yell at me for not being in my chair for those thirty seconds and asks what my job is. I tell her I don't have one. She yells even more at me, which is odd because the real person wouldn't do that at all. This is approximately when I woke up, out of breath and tearing up.
I'm taking a lesson from these dreams and I will be researching any kind of theatre I can do either before summer ends or during the night when school begins. Any more of these dreams and I may scream.
Just had to let someone know all the gory details of my subconscious.
Samantha
And I don't mean that in an arrogant way. But I've just woken up from the second dream in a week that I've been passed over in acting.
Dream One: With the director from the Heidi Chronicles, we set out to do another play. I audition again. Again, I do not receive an acting part. Instead, I am stage manager again, plus choreographer and costume designer. I will have to sew everthing by myself as I am not given any assistants. And, I kid you not, EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON in that room got a "leading role" in this Western play we have to do. They're all giggly and saying how much fun they'll have... I'm practically hyperventilating in my sleep cuz my conscious brain decides to remind my unconscious brain about how much work stage manager was, and how much MORE work the other two roles will be.
Dream Two: This is a different director - instead, she is an English professor I'm really comfortable with at school. The same audition process happens and ... I think we had performances? Then the rehearsals? I don't know. In any case, I wasn't given a damn thing to do. We're in dress rehearsals now, I believe. (And, by the way, the theatre in the first dream was completely imaginary, while this one was a modified version of the gym of my middle school.) I've apparently been doing NOTHING for the entire process when I notice that one of the main actors (who has to speak in the next thirty seconds) is not on stage. So I run backstage (we, being the production crew, were apparently sitting on folding chairs just off stage left) and get him on stage in time from the dressing rooms. The director then proceeds to yell at me for not being in my chair for those thirty seconds and asks what my job is. I tell her I don't have one. She yells even more at me, which is odd because the real person wouldn't do that at all. This is approximately when I woke up, out of breath and tearing up.
I'm taking a lesson from these dreams and I will be researching any kind of theatre I can do either before summer ends or during the night when school begins. Any more of these dreams and I may scream.
Just had to let someone know all the gory details of my subconscious.
Samantha
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