QWEST

I've been thinking a lot about Monday night ... I'm really embarrased to say exactly what we did, but we made a mural for international women's day. It was a nice poster. Very deep.

But my mom used to beat me for drawing things like that.

Even though there was no topic of conversation, I left with a tremedious amount of emotion to sort through. And then there was a conversation I overheard between two of my friends.

But the most importaint thing was something Ro said regaurding self image.

And then the other thing, more regaurding the conversation, is about children, and what we're teaching them. How we're teaching them. KK in particular, since she's the only kid I feel I have any influence on. What do I say to her?

Avenue Jew

I've just been watching this forever, so I wanted to share it. You probably won't get it unless you've seen Fiddler on the Roof and listened to the Avenue Q soundtrack, but it's great.

Avenue Jew



I have so many favorite parts it's hard to pick just one. Of course if I tell you, you'll watch it and be like, "That's not so funny ..." So watch it first.

I'll pick five. In the order they happen.


1 The actor who plays Rod (the one who sings Matchmaker). Not the puppet, but the actual guy holding the puppet. He has great facial expressions throughout the whole thing.

2 What do you do With a BA in Yiddish? (The actor reminds me of Joseph as he sings the second line)

3 Chanaka Eve and Brian singing Do You Love Me? That's my favorite song from Fiddler. Who wouldn't want to be in a relationship with honesty like that?

4 Tradition sung by Tsar Dubya. I don't think I should find this funny, but oh well. It just seems so true. "That's what I said." And aren't his secret service people cute?

5 Ben Brantly is my favorite character. I love his song. I sing it at work. I had no idea who he was before seeing this, and it didn't take much reasearch to figure out all the jokes. Oh, and he's got the greatest little lisp

6 Bielke is great too. In fact, I think I have a crush on her. I love the look on her face at 6:41 and the way her head bobs at 7:02.

7 (this is it, I promise) "Toni Braxton in Aida? Not an actress!!!"

Memoirs from Hanei's Lover

Boxes


At the very beginning, they put everyone in boxes. Not literal boxes, but they separated everyone into groups that were similar. People were separated by obvious physical traits like being a white woman with blond hair and blue eyes, 5 and a half feet tall and so on down to the smallest detail.

They didn't care that it made people unhappy. A lot felt that they didn't fit into a box, or identified with another. And even those that were happy with who they saw looking back at them in the mirror -- just because two people are similar in appearance doesn't make the same. Some were liberal and others were conservative. There were religious fanatics and atheists ...

But generations passed, and slowly they realized that -- well, I'd like to say that they realized there was no need for boxes, but that's not really true. They were all the same, you know. They strived for conformity. But that was not the case with us.

They grew more open minded than their parents' parents. And they realized that it was not the outside of the cookie that was important. Shifting was done, and though it wasn't perfect, we were content.

It made me hopeful for the future of mankind. Maybe in three or four generations we would realize the same thing ... it's not the outside of the cookie that's important.

The Other Part of QWEST

Last night's subject was relationships. Not just romantic relationships, but all types. Family, friends, etc. Some of the questions were ... weird. I think I'm too young for stuff like that.

Oh, but I talked with Rebekah. She's pretty cool. Got cool hair anyway. And I talked to Ro. She's cool too. (Don't worry, there are uncool people, but I don't talk to them.)

And I talked some. Nothing brilliant, but whatever. At least they are aware that I am physically capable of doing so.

The Better Part of QWEST

I have a bit to say about QWEST, but much of it would focus on Ramsey, who I mentioned the other day. So, rather than do that, I will post a bit of a song that pretty well sums how I feel. If you want more details, just ask me. But it's pretty boring.

So. This is a song from Avenue Q. Not quite the way the singer sings it, but then again, she's not gay. Okay:

She likes me
I think she likes me
But does she "like me" like me
Like I like her?
Will we be friends? Or something more?
I think she's interested, but I'm not sure ...

Last Night

So, last night I was sitting with Katie. Which I probably shouldn't have been, because I don't need anyone. But where do you go when you can't go home?

I digress. I was telling her about my plans for the week, and mentioned a date on Thursday. She's like, "What?" I was kidding, of course, and told her as much. But I could always ask one of the girls at QWEST. It's not like they'd say yes.

But Kate gave me a very serious look. "I wouldn't be so sure about that."

and just fucking scream

.... Awful Close for Friends

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ELF HUNTING!

Don't forget! Elf hunting tonight! Be there or throw up!


In the Forbidden Grove!
From 6:15-6:45!
Bring your arrows and oilberry!


(I remind myself of Chico sometimes.)

The Characters

Orginally, I was going to name the three main characters Ruin, Kaite, and Samoa. Just because I like the names. But everybody would think it was code. So they were out.

Besides that, my friend has forever ruined the meaning of S'mo. But it was still the best name ever.

So now the characters are Jordan, Ani, and Cassidy. (Not necisarily in the same order as above.) And though I orignially based a certain character's role on my life, I realate much better to a different one. (Ten points and a cookie if you can guess which two correctly.)

Jordan is kind of set in her ways. She hates the nearby villigers because they kill her tribesmates because they are different. Not in appearance, but inside.

Ani is Jordan's life mate. She's very motherly. Although devestated after the death of her and Jordan's daughter, she quickly adopts a baby who was outcasted from the villiage because of a birthmark.

Cassidy is a woman who lives in the villiage. She pretends to be the same as everybody else until she meets Jordan. Then, realizing that they are the same inside, she strives to become just like her role model.

Another importaint character is Patrick, Ani's adopted son. He has a rough childhood, being exiled at a young age by Jordan because he was acting like a villiager. As he grows older, he tries to earn Jordan's approval but continually fails until the two end up in the villiage together and learn very importaint life lessons.

While Jordan runs around after all the cute girls.

An Untitled Musical

As of this moment, I have finished scene one to the musical I'm working on.

I like to describe it as being a tender story about cheating.

Which is true, except maybe the tender part. Does that mean it makes you cry? But it's not really about bad cheating. It's more like ...

Moving on with your life. Finding true happiness. Finding your "one true place" (thanks, Lilo, for burning that into my brain). Accepting people. Changing. Staying the same.

That's really the biggest thing. It's about how there are certain things you can't change about yourself. You can hide them, repress them, but it doesn't change.

But it's not like love the sinner hate the sin. It's all just hate the sinner. Beat him up, kill him.


But the first scene is suspiciously similar to Tarzan. In fact, all the music is going to be from the musical. I have this theory that you can tell a completely different stories with the same music. I am attempting to prove it. Besides music, a musical is full of dialogue. Which is the only thing I'm good at. Right Kate??

The Best Meeting Ever

I don't know if I really agree. But it was pretty fun.

The subject was "religion" which was really, really interesting. My head hurt from thinking so hard that I had to take a break in the middle of it. I don't remember exactly what I was thinking about, but at least it was actually about the subject in question. It was interesting to think about why people turn to religion.

And there was a cool finale.

I didn't go elf hunting though. Which is a subject I shall have to bring up later. It leads to interesting possiblities. A code within a code.

I Was Walking with a Ghost

Last night, Kate asked me to drop by her work to see her new hair. Well, not new, but whatever. So, though I already had plans, I went.

We talked a bit, and I gave her a necklace I made her. Very flamboyant (which means "richly colored". She wouldn't even wear it. (Not that I blame her. I wear my own under my sweatshirt.)

I know people are impressed at my jewelry making skills. But I wanted one just like SW has. Okay, so the ones I made look nothing like hers. But homemade is better. And you know what I used? I couldn't find beads that were the colors I wanted except in the children's section. Maybe we are trying to brainwash our children. I found some "activity beads" (that's what they're labled). They're supposed to be for ironing so they form cool shapes or something.

But this isn't about me. So, after we put her necklace back together, she said something about how we were going to meet up on Monday (for QWEST). I was like, "yep."

And then she made a comment about how I "pretended to be so cool." What was I supposed to say? And what the heck did she mean by pretend?? Unable to provide a good answer I turned around and left. (I was late anyway.) All I could think was "girls," as I shook my head, amused.

"Her mind's made up, the girl is gone ..."

Extra Short Stories

I wrote a couple stories today. Well, not today. One I wrote today. The other I wrote in late Novemeber (or possibly early December, it's hard to remember.) They aren't really stories per say. Just an attempt to put words to feelings, I guess.

They were both written for the same person. I'm pretty sure that when she reads this, she'll know that it's her, and promptly beat me up. Okay, so she won't beat me up, I'm pretty sure. But she might not appreciate it.

Here goes. The shortest story I ever wrote:

Shut her up.
Made her cry.
What would you have said to her?

And the second, inspired by an event last Monday:

You were always so quick to out yourself. I thought you were ashamed. But maybe you're just proud?