Warning! Warning! Critical Mass Reached!!

I am getting rid of as many things as I possibly can. Yesterday I recycled all of high school, and it felt great. Today I’ve mainly been organizing sewing supplies and Things In Boxes, which has somehow cut down on structural mess.

I left my cute little apartment on Saturday, and it was a very sad day. There were things about it that I didn’t like, but what house doesn’t have its shortcomings? I could not have lived in a better place, no matter what most people feel about clawfoot tubs and sitting down in the shower.

I clearly don’t know how to fit the last year into blog entries, as I’ve managed not to post more than a few since the summer. I was extremely busy, and I guess that’s all I can really say. In the meantime, while I try to get back into some kind of reasonable writing stride, here are photos from the last show I costumes (in April/May).

I’m not sure who wrote this, but it defnitely feels appropriate.

I know I keep saying that, but as of Tuesday at 2:15 I left my last final.  Now I just have to walk.  Do you think anyone will notice if I hide knitting in my sleeves…

As of 10:15AM, I left my last college class. What now? Clean the house?

Is the sound of a teacup.

Well, it seems I can’t keep up with myself.

Two more large-scale projects are down and out, as of 1-month and 2-weeks, respectively.  Soon I’ll have costumed photos of Aria Da Capo, which is the first.  The second is Return to the Forbidden Planet, which I assistant directed.  That was probably one of the best shows on which I’ve ever worked.  While I’m glad to have free evenings for the first time in nearly five months (!!), I’m not entirely sure what to do with myself most of the time.

I did manage to find more theatre, of course.   I’m reading stage directions for a staged reading of a student written play, and performing in someone’s final directing scene from The Bald Soprano.

On a separate note, I’m finding it difficult to write anything in normal English spelling.  My brain has been going straight into IPA, which really isn’t useful for the majority of the population. Most commonly I go for the “z” key for words that end in voiced sounds, but I’ve had other intermittent issues as well.

I also have several finished knitting projects, on top of several new not-finished projects.  Most of the finished project are socks, though.

I have one week of school remaining; the only assignment I have left involves recording samples of my own voice. It’s always a shock to hear yourself recorded, and I’m not sure I can say that I care for it greatly.

Right now I’m trying to work out how much money I need to make to live and start paying off loans, which doesn’t really help that fact that I don’t have any plans.

P.S. Is it a bad sign that I keep drinking coffee and then immediately napping?

As I told my family, I was not exactly the bride of God this time.  The Real Inspector Hound by Tom Stoppard.  Please note the costumes, because they’re mine.  I managed to pull/alter almost everything in the show.  The white tennis dress (it’s pretty awesome when you can actually see it clearly) was made from a circle skirt.  I only used $20 of my $50 budget; I did buy the fabric and other materials for my dress with my personal money. (I’m in the middle, in the red.)  If I’m going to make myself a dress, I may as well keep it. Right?

I have no idea why I’m glaring in this one, but it’s pretty accurate representation of what I’d normally look like when being displayed in evening dress.  The things we do for theatre…

Thanks to Kelsey for the awesome photos!!

As for my current projects, I am costuming a short piece called Aria Da Capo.  There are two harlequinade-style costumes, which are kind of ridiculous but also fun.  I’m making them from scratch, so it’s going to be a busy week.

I am also Assistant Directing a production of Return to the Forbidden Planet, which is pretty awesome.  I normally don’t like musical theatre, but some of the rock musicals have something to them.  This particular show has the critical added bonus of being entirely constructed of stolen/vandalized Shakespeare between the songs.  Really, that’s why I’m there.

It’s a busy quarter.

Sister Mary is done.  The next project starts Wednesday; I have as opposite a role (from Sister Mary) for the next one as it would be possible to arrange.

I’m calling that a good thing; taking on a similar role right now would probably be more difficult than taking one that has no connection to her.  As it is, I really miss Sister Mary.  I wasn’t ready to be done with her.  I suppose you never really can be, but I still feel like I could have spent another month doing nothing but research nuns and Catholicism.

I guess that I really don’t want things to end, however I would like my class-related responsibilities and commitments top magically drop off the face of the earth.  If anyone would like to take care of that for me, that would be great.

Just to finalize your sense that his post has no theme or structure to it, where should I move after school?

If I can stand in front of fifty people, look them in the eye, and tell them straight-faced that “in private, Christ stoned many women taken in adultery”…I can do anything.  Right?

Sometimes I think about my life one year ago, and I feel boring.  Not because I felt that much differently about my life at the time, but because my life itself was different and more interesting to those who weren’t living it with me.

Then again, I suppose that if I posted more often I’d come up with more to say.

I guess things are still pretty interesting but it’s all happening in my head, which I’m trying to turn into the head of Sister Mary Ignatius.  I’m simply out of time.   My director gave me a book entitled Don’t Chew Jesus: A Collection of Memorable Nun Stories; it’s a fabulous resource.  I highly recommend it to any Catholics who had nuns (hellooooo, Courtois family!!  While I’m at it, please comment or e-mail me with your wonderful nun stories!  mouse AT mousesnest DOT com.  That goes for non-Courtois’s too.)

Anyhow, I know it will come together just fine but with such an extensive personality squashed into this one measly hour of religious instruction I won’t be nearly finished with it.  If “theatre” had a subtitle, we would list it as Theatre: We Need One More Week.  Right now I feel like I need another whole month…