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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Waning Pickiness

So, basically, I am the worst vegan in the world. I am soooo picky. It's exasperating. I hate most vegetables, and the only veggies I actually like (not merely tolerate) are carrots and broccoli. I absolutely hate squash and leafy green vegetables.

But today, I ate roasted butternut squash and stir-fried collard greens. And I liked it. What is this world coming to?!

Next thing you know, I'll be craving beans and mushrooms and avocadoes. (shiver)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Thizzle and Drank

Last night, my friends and I went to a dance called the "Thanksgiving Thizzle". Once a year, the Irish Cultural Center by the beach holds the Thizzle, which has no chaperones and no breathalyzers. (In the spring they have the "Spring Slapper".) So tons of high schoolers go and get shitfaced and dance like hoes, blah blah blah you get the picture. This year I made a conscious decision not to get drunk. KIDDING. Actually, we ran out of vodka before I was properly wasted. But I suppose it's all for the better. At last year's Slapper, I drank myself silly on tequila, which would probably have been okay, except then I had straight up vodka. MIXING = BAD. To make a long story short, I got super drunk, could barely walk, arrived at the dance, wanted to dance, failed at dancing, fell down numerous times, tried to dance with some ugly guy who then (according to my friends) tried to feel me up, got rescued by my friends, taken to the hallway, where I threw up, then got taken to the bathroom, where I passed out. It was my first time drinking to the point of either puking or blacking out. 

Anyway, I didn't really want to repeat that experience, and we also only had enough vodka for each person to have a couple gulps, so it was a pretty tame night. When we got to the dance, I met up with N (which is what I will now call the freshman from my earlier post, with whom I am now going out with). I was freakin' cold, because we came from the beach (some of my friends were stopped by cops, who ordered them to empty out their entire bottle of Grey Goose. They're lucky not to have been arrested. But we got scared, so we went to the beach to avoid the po-po) so N (who is hot both literally and figuratively) became my own personal heater. It was muchos sweet. We hooked up on the floor.

p.s. Thanksgiving tomorrow! I'm very excited to eat my  vegan mango-marinated tofu. My tofu will be the envy of my ham/turkey-eating family. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A to Z

26 of my most recent favorite words, because of either cool definition or pronunciation:

anserine - 1) of or like a goose 2) stupid; foolish
blitz - a sudden, overwhelming, or destructive attack
conk - 1) [Brit.] the nose 2) the head 3) a blow on the head
dindle - to tingle or vibrate, as with or from a loud sound
eupeptic - 1) of or having normal digestion 2) healthy and happy; cheerful
flab - sagging, flaccid flesh
gnu - a large African antelope
hoopla - great excitement; bustle
izzard - the letter Z
jowl - the fleshy hanging part under the lower jaw
kolo - a Serbian folk dance performed by a group in a circle
lubber - a big, slow, clumsy person
mump - 1) to mumble; mutter 2) [old slang] a) to beg b) to cheat
naif - a naive person
omnipotent - having unlimited power or authority
pickle - an awkward or difficult situation; plight
quintillion - the number represented by 1 followed by 18 zeros
rutabaga - a turniplike plant with a large, yellow, edible root
squid - (so much fun to say; try it!) a long, slender, carnivorous cephalopod with eight arms and two long tentacles
tiglon - the offspring of a male tiger and a female lion (note: not a liger)
uxorious - dotingly or irrationally fond of or submissive to one's wife
vox - voice
willy-willy - 1) a severe tropical cyclone 2) a whirlwind over a desert
xyster - a surgical instrument for scraping bones
yoicks - [Brit.] a cry used for urging on the hounds in fox hunting
Zoe - [Greek, lit. "life"] a feminine name

Friday, November 14, 2008

Crucible Chaos

I realized that I never announced the outcome of the whole fall play audition business. To recap, so that you don't have to go searching through earlier posts, we were performing The Crucible, and I was absolutely dying to play Mary Warren. But... I didn't get it. Such is life. I ended up in the "Salem Choir" singing creepy Puritan songs instead. I'm not complaining, though. Some of my friends were cast as named parts, then later discovered that their characters did not even exist. Ms. Bookwalter made up a bunch of names for the Salem girls (to make them feel special, I guess). So it was all good. As they say, "there are no such things as small roles, only small actors." I try to keep that in mind.

Anyway, after many sleepless nights involving the juggling of rehearsal and mountains of homework, the play opened yesterday. It was probably a good idea to have opening night on a Thursday, because not very many people came. Which was fine by me, because it was not our best performance. Their was a general monotony in the air, and some of the cues were sluggish, and part of the set fell down. I mean, what kind of shit idea was it to make the set out of styrofoam and prop it up against wooden posts?! The new tech guy sort of sucks.

But today, we had a full house. It was great! There's something about the presence of an audience that electrifies a cast. There's also some added pressure, because there were more people to witness out potential failure. Except there was no failure. The play was crisp and clean, and the set stayed in place. The choir (if I may say so myself) was at its spooky best. My only complaint of the night was that the audience, although large and enthusiastic, was extremely giggle-y. And Crucible is not a funny play. In case you aren't familiar with this play by Arthur Miller, it is a serious and tragic drama set during the hysteria of the Salem witch trials. It is a somber portrait of fear and how our actions are affected by it. There are accusations, crazy breakdowns, deranged young women, injustices, and nooses. I don't really find the whole idea of people being hanged for witchcraft to be very humorous. I guess the audience did...

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Slight Dilemma?

Yesterday this guy asked me out, and I said yes, because he's funny and cute and nice and so on and so forth. Only problem is, he's two years younger than me. Not a huge deal, I know, but in high school it sort of is. He's a freshman. But I like him.

He's in the school play with me, and the whole cast knows what's going on. People are giving me shit for this and saying that I shouldn't go out with him because he's a freakin freshman. I'm pretty sure they talk about it when I'm not there.

So my dilemma is, should I still go out with him? I know age is just a number, but I'm torn.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

The Birds Are Away

Yesterday I took the Chinese SAT Subject Test. It was supposed to start at eight o' clock, but we didn't get to enter the classrooms until after nine. Apparently some of the test monitors were late, so we had to wait for them. And then this chick passed out (probably from hyperventilation due to stress or something along those lines) and we had to wait a bit more so that she could be taken care of. Finally I got to my room, only to discover that my monitor was an absolute idiot. Please. How hard is it to take role? He kept skipping names and repeating names and I was getting pretty annoyed. Then he tried to pass out the test booklets. I say "tried" because all he had to do was pass out six books and answer sheets per row. But NO, he was passing out stacks of three and eight and separating the books from the answer documents. By the time we got it sorted out, it was ten thirty. My test should have been finished already. Otherwise, it was okay. I think I did pretty well.

In other news, I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory last night. Or is it Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? I can never remember. Anyway, it was the remake with Johnny Depp. I freaking love that man. I don't care if he's old enough to be my dad, he's foxy as fuck.

Right now I'm looking at the garden. Due to the torrential rains of the past two days, the plants are vibrantly green. It's so cold, though. It's so cold that the birds won't come out. I miss them and their cute little chattering. I put out a pine cone with peanut butter and birdseed, which they love, but I haven't seen them at all today. Their absence makes me feel a bit depressed and lonely.