Monthly Archives: October, 2004

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I took the Metro to meet Greg again on Wednesday, this time with David along. He decided to throw a costume party tomorrow night, and I didn’t have anything to wear, so we all went shopping at Springfield Mall. We bounced back and forth between Target and the Halloween store. I eventually got some wings in the Halloween shop, and a flower crown in Hot Topic. I’m going to wear my white dress from graduation and be a fairy. We stayed at the mall for a long time, then went back to a Chinese restaurant in Oxon Hill. I haven’t had Chinese food in years, but I was brave and tried it. (Sure, mostly because Greg and David were eating Chinese, and they didn’t have much American food.) I had wonton soup, fried wontons, and General Tso’s chicken. It was all good. Not what my tastebuds are used to, but quite yummy all the same. I got home late, which was not good because I still had work to do for Thursday.

My fortune: One who admires you greatly is hidden before your eyes. (I never eat the cookie.)

I woke up dead tired on Thursday. I managed to make it out of bed, to the Diner, and to class, though. After class, I was going to hop on the Metro (again!) to go get my costume dress from home. I called my mom on the way, though, and we worked out a way for Greg to just pick it up and keep it as his house for me. Less time, money, and way more convenient. I came back and almost fell asleep reading for Geography.

After I grabbed a sandwich from the madhouse Diner (stupid focus dates), I ate quickly and went out into the hall. Traditionally, my building has a Halloween decorating contest every year. For several years in a row (six, nine?), my floor won. Last year, we tied. So, we were determined to take back the torch this year. I spent about five hours in the hallway putting up butcher paper and discussing final plans.

I was out there so late, but I had so much fun running around and being social. I met at least five more people from the hall; mostly boys because I’m never really on that side. Jenny and I usually just sit in here with the door closed, which is depressing but effective. We’re both big studiers, even though she goes to bed earlier than I do. I loved being out, though Greg wasn’t big on my not being able to talk to him.

Today, I struggled to get up again. Jenny actually went to take a shower before I got up. That’s so rare, she thought I was sick. I managed to leave at a reasonable time, though. I had to rush to the Diner and rush through my Honey Nut Cheerios, at the same time trying to text Greg to explain why I didn’t call last night. Then, on my way to class, it was raining. I dropped both my newspapers (the Diamondback and the satire Maryland Cow Nipple) on the ground, then stepped on them. I just threw them away. I was in a rush to my Geography discussion, just because I hate being late. I got there, tried to console Greg via text some more, and sat through another boring presentation. I didn’t listen at all to this one. I’m up next week, which should be interesting at best.

After discussion, I went to McKeldin. I spent about forty minutes studying for my math exam, then read my new Diamondback. I stayed too long, though, so I barely had enough time to grab some Sicilian pizza at South Campus before the exam. The pizza was really good. That is one of the few genuinely good things you can get in the dining halls. I almost didn’t get a seat in math; the people that never show up always remember to come on exam days. The exam wasn’t bad. I erased a lot more than usual, but I think I did well one this one, too.

After class, I came home in a crappy mood. I just didn’t have a great day. However, soon afterward, I went back out into the hallway. I spent all afternoon and evening decorating furiously for the judging at 7:00. I mostly stuck with taping up branches in the elevator lobby. I managed to get enough of them up to look like a convincing outside. We went with a prison/torture theme. We worked incredibly hard… to win by default. See, last night, we sent Andrew to scout the other floors, to see what they were working on. Nothing. Yay, we thought, we’ve got a head start. Well, when the report came back tonight that the other floors were still normal, we realized we’d have no competition. It was a big letdown, knowing that we were going to win by default, but we’d already done so much we just decided to keep going.

We actually finished after the “judges” got here, but they were really impressed, since we did all the work by ourselves. The elevator lobby was the outside/woods. In the lounge, a bunch of people were a chain gang, with actual chains. (Crazy Mike brought them. We didn’t question his sources.) We had an unoccupied electric chair, but it looked cool. I was in the guillotine. We laid a stuffed scarecrow-body on the table, with the guillotine and red paint to look like someone’s head had been cut off. I laid on chair under the table, with my head in the head-catching box, so when the judges looked in, I screamed. Frisbee Mike (they’ve been nicknamed to be more easily identified — and it works) staged a fake hanging in the alcove by the quad. Danielle moved her bed into the girls’ bathroom and we hung streamers from the ceiling so she could be an insane prisoner. Tom jumped out of an escape tunnel on the shower side of the bathroom. We had all the lights low and covered with colored paper, so the mood was perfect. It was great. I wasn’t big on being trapped under the table while everything went on, but I was glad to have a part without needing a makeshift costume. It would have been cooler to have competition. We really could have gotten, like, fake cobwebs and said, “Boo. Easton 4,” and we still would have won because none of the other floors participated. Nevertheless, we rock. And we get a pizza party.

Jenny’s gone home for the weekend, so I’m just hanging out in here, doing none of the work I should be doing. I’ll be out most of tomorrow, Metro-ing to Greg’s party. I should work… but I don’t want to. Yeah. College.

ETA: Friday Five
Answer the following questions with song lyrics. Describe:
1. How you feel about yourself.
“Nothing’s right, I’m torn/ I’m all out of faith.” Natalie Imbruglia, “Torn,” because it just seems to fit.
2. How you think your friends view you. “I feel fine/Now the rain has gone and the sun has come to shine/ Nothing can get me down today.” BBMak, “Out of My Heart,” because… I don’t know.
3. Your family. “Dancin’ in the moonlight/ Everybody’s feelin’ warm and bright/ It’s such a fine and natural sight/ Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight.” Toploader, “Dancin’ in the Moonlight,” because we’re so crazy and wacky sometimes.
4. Your romantic life. “With you, I can let my hair down/ I can say anything crazy/ I know you’ll catch me right before I hit the ground/ With nothin’ but a t-shirt on/ I’ve never felt so beautiful, baby, as I do now/ Now that I’m with you.” Jessica Simpson, “With You,” because that is exactly how I feel. 5. Your current state of mind. “Can you fill me in?” Craig David, “Fill Me In,” because I had such a hard time figuring out how to fill this in. Corny, I know, but true.

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So, last Friday, Greg showed up with David, his mom, his sister Lara, and his other friend Aaron. All I knew about Aaron was hearsay, but now that I’ve met him, he definitely seems like Greg’s kind of guy. He drives fast and plays that loud, screaming kind of music I hate. Arundel Mills is an enormous, gorgeous mall. It has at least 100 stores, probably more. The only reason I really went was to go to Old Navy, since I hadn’t yet been able to use the giftcard I got for my birthday. That was actually the last place we went, but I enjoyed being there and would definitely go again.

I got up late Saturday, as usual, and spent all day reading for my HH class. I had to read, understand, and be ready to discuss the readings in class and pose questions for everyone else to discuss. I have very little focus lately. I used to be able to shut everything out until I was finished working. Then again, I used to be finished working in a few hours, not up all night like I am now. (I’m done early tonight, though, and a bit ahead on this week’s work. It’s a refreshing feeling.) But I managed to get through it. My mom came by to drop off some clothes I’d accidentally left behind when I did my laundry last weekend. She drove me around to Checkers to get some food. Even though the fries were too salty, and they messed up my burger so I couldn’t really eat it, it was not campus food, and therefore good.

On Sunday, Greg and I planned to hit the Smithsonian museums for an hour or so, then eat on the mall before going to see a movie at Springfield Mall. I left for the Metro shuttle late, though. It was such a long ride, and we managed to get on a train going the wrong direction. By the time we got to the Smithsonian Metro stop, it was too late for museums. We ate anyway. It was freezing, though, so the whole time, I just wanted to be somewhere else, somewhere warm. We went back into Virginia to pick up Greg’s car. He got turned around on the way to the mall, and David and his date canceled at the last minute and left, so we went to the movie by ourselves. We saw Team America: World Police. It was very political, and crude, but funny. All the jokes were so overt, you couldn’t help but laugh. It’s like a filmed caricature of the current world. If you have any political sensitivities, it is not the movie for you. Otherwise, it was worth my time. I got back super-late, so I was up until about 2AM doing math, but it was a pretty good day.

Yesterday, geography was not as boring as it could have been. My math professor was “reviewing” for Friday’s exam, introducing a totally new type of question in the process. Just when I thought I was getting it. My HH presentation went well, according to Jenny. Ayo accused Alex of not reading, though I know she did ’cause we talked about it Sunday night after I got in. I think I did what I was supposed to, but I suppose I’ll find out when we get grades….

Today, I went to class, came home, and studied. There was a pro-life group on Hornbake Mall today. They’d put pink and blue flags in the grass and chalked “1 flag = 1 abortion in the US each day : 3500 flags”. It was impressive. The fliers with pictures and a description of partial-birth abortion were a bit much, but it was a clever way to protest. I finished working early tonight, like I said. Of course, now “early” means “11PM”.

I hate being such a perfectionist. And a compulsive studier. Why can’t I blow stuff off like normal people? Why am I so doomed to be a giant ball of stress for the rest of my life?

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It’s nice to not have a week to catch up on.

The Silent Dinner Wednesday was great. I was running late to meet the club at the Benjamin Building, but everyone was still there, so I was fine. I rode with Irene, a very nice junior officer, Carla, and John. She always does the “deaf moment” at meetings, where she speaks about deaf culture while someone interprets. (Interpreting ASL — American Sign Language — seems really hard. Harder than a spoken language, I think, because signing takes physical action.) We went to Chevy’s, a Mexican restaurant in Greenbelt, down 193. The food was good, even though I stuck with a chicken quesadilla. It was infinitely better than the ones the dining halls make (which are greasy and a little bland, even for my taste).

We went “voice-off” as soon as we walked in the door. I was nervous, but everything worked out. I think it was a benefit night for a deaf group, so our waiter was prepared for us to not talk. He knew some signs — even some I didn’t know, like chicken. I remembered to look up “please”, “thank you”, and “where’s the bathroom”, though. (The grammar structure for ASL is different than spoken English, so it’s unusual for a grammarphile like me. “Where’s the bathroom” becomes “where” and “bathroom”. There are signs for all the articles and such, but it’s so tedious considering the naturally slow nature of signing words to make a sentence.) I had a few conversations with the people near me, assisted by paper and a pen. Everyone knows how to sign except me and one other girl. She had written “I’m the only one who doesn’t know ASL” on the pad I saw Carla using, so I gestured and mouthed (no voices, but mouthing’s fine) that I didn’t know either. She replied (signing, of course), that none of them “know” ASL, which is true, but still.

My overall impression, which I told Irene after we went “voice-on” again, was that I’ve never had so many conversations without saying anything. Several people asked about my ZTA ribbon. Earlier this month, I was walking past the Union and saw a table with a hope quilt and a bag of pink ribbons. The Zeta Tau Alpha sorority sisters were handing them out, so I accepted it, and I’ve been wearing it every day since then. The pink ribbon is for breast cancer, and since it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I’m glad I walked by that day. Anyway, since it says “ZTA” and “Think Pink”, people who don’t recognize the color usually ask about it. That night, not only did I have to figure out that Riley was asking about it, but how to explain it without speaking. Bethany, who was across from me, and I talked about our classes. Julia, on my right, tried to order a dessert to go. When the waiter told her she couldn’t have the one she wanted, she asked why, and he said, “Because it has fire.” We all laughed. I had a lot of fun. It was way more quiet than any dinner I’ve ever had before, but I’d totally do it again — hopefully once I have more signing experience. The other members say the ASL classes here are really good, so I may try to fit that in sometime.

My registration for next semester is December 1, so I have to figure out what classes I want before then. Which means I also have to figure out which major to declare. I need help, so I may have to go back to my L&S adviser or to my other advisor in Education. (I’ll end up with three advisors if I do Secondary Education: one for Education, one for English or History, and Tanya for HH.) I just can’t decide. I mean, if it took me all of high school and three weeks of college to pick a college (within the university), how long is this going to take? Ugh.

Yesterday, I got my Psychology exam back. I got an 89, extra credit and a slight curve included. I’m definitely pleased with that, considering that I thought I’d do worse. She was pretty lenient with some of my short answers, though. I got out of that class early, so I had settled into my Honors seminar when my teacher showed up, with company. The woman explained that she’d used him as an example to show that “gender is more of a construct than we think”. Oh, my. My teacher has long hair, which had been straightened and pulled back on the side with a butterfly clip, along with makeup and nail polish. It was so weird, especially since I sit right across from him at the table. If I hadn’t known he was a man, and only seen pictures (which is what that other class did, it seems), I might have been fooled for a second, but the hands give him away. Man-hands are obvious, even with nail polish.

Last night, I went to watch a movie in Danielle’s room. I volunteered School of Rock, which prompted a bunch of people to claim Jack Black as the father of their babies (wishful thinking, of course). It wasn’t as much fun as watching Paycheck with a dozen people a few weeks ago, but it was still nice. Then, I left to watch ER and finish my homework. Boo. Jenny and I talked for an hour, which was great. I’m going to miss her if she does go to Australia.

I got my Geography exam back this morning. I got a 78, which is wonderful, because he gave us a 10-point curve, so I got a B! I was totally expecting, like, a C. We took another quiz today, too. Just based on all the facts that started coming to me as I worked on this one, I should totally do better than last time. Yay for reviewing over Honey Nut Cheerios. After class, I camped out in McKeldin for an hour before lunch. I got some books on writing, for personal use and for my HH keystone project. (For the program, we have to do a project related to the arts and humanities. I am writing short stories. We’ll see how that idea flies when Tanya advises me in a few weeks.) I also read some writing magazines — yay for free magazines, even if you do have to stay in that room to use them.

Friday Five: When you were a child…

1. what did you want to be when you grew up and why? In preschool, I wanted to be a nurse. By first grade, I wanted to be a writer, and I still do. Now, I’m working on being a teacher. I plan to write until I die, though.
2. who was your favorite person to do things with (excluding your parents)? My neighborhood friends. I remember an Ashley. I think her sister was named Nicole. And Precious and Ivory, also sisters. And there was a boy who lived in our building-thing, an adopted Filipino boy, I think.
3. did you love school or did you hate it? Why? Did that change as you got older? I loved kindergarten. I never loved it as much after that, and if it didn’t take so much work I would still like it. I do like learning, though, and mingling with all the people. Some of my school experiences have made it worthwhile.
4. was your family close? What were your favorite family traditions? Sort of. I have pretty big families on both sides, full of ambiguous relatives. We get together to be loud at Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the occasional family reunion (though I haven’t been to one of those since we left for Japan).
5. did you think that being an adult would be cool? Yes. I knew I’d someday have to deal with real word, work, and paying bills, but I wanted so much to be older. Even a few years was better than where I was. Now, I don’t crave being older as much as I used to.

Greg called a few minutes ago. I’m going to Arundel Mills. Tonight should be interesting.

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I almost forgot this thing was here. How sad is that? This, like many of my posts since I started school, will be a long one with short bursts of info as things pop into my head.

The agreement with my parents was that they’d take on extra loans to cover room and board, because despite all the crap I’d heard about dorm life, I was eager to try it. It’s not terrible. I feel like a hermit sometimes, though. Imagine having lunch with some friends from you floor when another girl — from South Campus — finds out you live where I do. Apparently, it’s “the party floor”. I heard Crazy Mike’s and Sara’s break up a few weeks ago (floorcest is a bad thing, people), and heard about some other things, but otherwise, I didn’t know my floor was that bad. We had a floor meeting last night just so the RD could lecture us about the drinking problems on the floor. How did I manage to miss all of that? I mean, Jenny and I usually keep the door closed, but still.

That last paragraph was headed toward this: I don’t want to go back home next year, and it’s not likely that my parents will want to help pay for another year. So I went to an RA info session yesterday evening. It sounds like a big responsibility. I know I already tend to act like everyone’s mother, but I don’t know if I could be an RA. I am incredibly drowsy and cranky when woken up before I’m good and ready to be awake. I’ve never been good at having deep personal conversations. I’m glad I went to that meeting, because it sounds like there’s a lot more to being an RA than getting free room and board and a single, and convincing people to go to activities and such. I’ve only approached Kelly once, to give her a cupcake, and Justin to see if he had pliers. With my luck, I’d wind up RA’ing on the “party floor”, or being faced with something I couldn’t handle. Living with Jenny — living on campus, period — has reduced my privacy already, but I don’t know if I could deal with the pressure of being there for people like an RA’s supposed to be. Maybe I should catch Kelly and ask her what it’s really like. I have to do it soon, though, because applications are due next Thursday. And then I have to find people to write my recommendations.

I had a Psychology exam this morning. I was up super-late studying last night, and then I still had two stories to read for my Honors seminar. I think I did okay on the exam, though there were several questions I had no clue how to answer. I just hope I don’t fail. I’m too much of a perfectionist to safely handle failure. Jenny had gone to sleep hours before; I thought she was reading in bed for a while, but I have my back to her when I’m at my desk, so I can’t always tell.

My life is so boring now, not that it was ever terribly interesting. I get up and go to class. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I get to come back and relax for an hour before my Geography lecture, but otherwise I got straight to class. After class, I come home. On Tuesdays, I do my laundry. (I didn’t do it today because I went home last weekend. Yay for free washers and dryers that actually dry.) On Wednesday nights, I have Sign Language Club. (I’m going to a silent dinner at a Mexican restaurant tomorrow night. That should be interesting, since I know hardly any signs. My fingerspelling is passable, though. I could have very slow, tedious silent conversations.) At least one day on the weekend, Greg comes up here and we hang out. Every few weeks, I go home. This is my life.

When did I become so boring?

I took my first Geography exam… last week. Was it really that long ago? It was horrible. I studied, I really did. Reading my notes, highlighting, the whole nine yards. I have no idea how I did. I do know that I only need a 50% (!!!) to pass, but I might have a nervous breakdown if I got a 50. When some people say things like that, they’re exaggerating. I don’t exaggerate so much anymore when it comes to me and school. Especially with scholarship money and my academic future to consider.

In an attempt to not sit around and study all night, I went out last Thursday. True, it was to a free author lecture in CSPAC, not out drinking, but it works for me. Azar Nafisi, who wrote Reading Lolita in Tehran, which I have not read but will, spoke about her experiences in Iran and her views on the world. It was fascinating. She mentioned Alice in Wonderland, which made me giddy. She also spoke about how Western people hear of the religious veils, the genocide, the terrorism, and stuff it all under “Islamic culture”. We don’t consider Nazi genocide German culture. We don’t consider the Inquisition Spanish culture. Why should we think of the negative aspects of Middle Eastern life — the aspects most of them don’t even like — and call that their culture? I’m glad I went, especially since I went to the Diner with a bunch of people from the hall afterwards for funnel cake. Yeah, I ate the equivalent of two or three powdered donuts, and used evil, evil styrofoam, but it was fun. I needed some fun.

I went to see my advisor. She’s really nice. I’d emailed her a few times before, and she was really helpful. I still don’t know what education major I want to declare next semester (either Secondary English, Secondary History, or Education), so I may have to go talk to her again. I hope I pick the right thing.

I’ll try to update more often so I can stop posting these long, rambling entries. I just don’t feel like blogging at 2am, once everything else is finally done. Hard work sucks.

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1. What was the last dream that you had about? It was so long ago I don’t remember. I rarely dream, and when I do, they’re cryptic. It’s usually a conglomeration of all the things that have been running through my head most recently, in no specific order and with no specific meaning.
2. Does it hold any significant meaning to you? See #1.
3. Do you dream in color or black and white? Color. Always in color, the ones I remember, anyway.
4. What is the most frightening dream you ever had? I think I had a dream about spiders last year-ish. I woke up abruptly, panting, sweating, and absolutely terrified.
5. Is there one dream that stays clear in your mind despite the fact it was more than a few years ago? No. Sometimes I remember to write it down right after I wake up, to preserve the details for later, but most of the time I just shrug it off as another crazy randomized intermittent dream and go about my life.

More substantial updates later. I’m home this weekend, back in the atrocious land of dial-up, but I’ll get around to it. I study all the time, really. If I wasn’t such a compulsive overacheiver and a perfectionist, I wouldn’t be so stressed out, really. I’d be more social. I’d say “I’d be better”, but I don’t think that’s true.

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Friday Five

1. What is something that you used to believe, but are glad you don’t believe anymore? In the Tooth Fairy. The last time, I was totally aware of my mom reaching under my pillow. I hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Suspecting is one thing. Witnessing the truth is another, and it sucked. I am glad I didn’t have to bother keeping track of the teeth once they fell out, though.
2. Is there something you wish you still believed? What? In Santa. (I know these questions were probably meant to be deeper than this, but that’s what I thought of first.) Christmas was so much more fun when I could wake up at the crack of dawn, super-excited, rush downstairs to peek, and then go wake up my parents and Courtney so we could open all the presents. Christmas morning is still fun, but it’ll never be so purely exhilarating again.
3. What experience or person taught you the most about life? I’m still learning about life. In my old paper journal from middle school, though, there’s an entry I remember. I’d just finished watching 20/20 or Dateline, one of those tv newsmagazines, and all the stories were so sad. I was so disillusioned with life and humanity right then. That journal’s at home, but I remember the quote “Life sucks.” Sometimes, it really does.
4. What area of life would you like to know or understand more about? Men. Gender differences are so complicated. It’d be nice to able to understand them, finally. That, or why bad things happen to good people.
5. What is your most valuable lesson about life so far? Crap happens. See #3.

I think I was approached by a cult today. I have a two-hour gap between classes on Fridays, so I spend half it reading on the mall and the other half eating lunch and walking to class. Such an interesting life, mine is. Anyway, I was reading, and this guy and girl approach me and ask me if I’d answer some questions. I am an eager survey-taker. I hate reading statistics about groups I’m included in — they didn’t ask me. I agreed, and she introduced herself as Jeonghwa (I only know how to spell that because she wrote it down), and I think she said the guy was “Reverend Bob”. Begin suspicion. The questions were odd. “Do you think world peace is possible? What do you value most in life? How do you define family?” The oddity of the questions made me wonder. She wrote down my answers in her notebook; she misspelled my name, but I didn’t correct her. At the end, she gave me a flier for the group, World CARP. They actually invited me to go talk about the group at South Campus, but I stayed on the mall. The vagueness of the questions and the description on the flier, plus the location (it’s off-campus), makes me wary. I don’t think I’m going to go, but it was weird.

Geography was boring again. It’s always boring, and it’s going to be boring all semester, which sucks. I have to start my short story for my Honors seminar. I have no idea what to write about. I wanted to practice by writing something short, so I looked around FictionAlley for some challenges, but nothing fit right. (Heh. I totally typed “write” instead of “right” at first.) I’ll figure something out.

Tomorrow I’m going with some of the other HonHum people to the National Book Festival on the Mall (the D.C. one this time). It sounds cool, and I think I’ll manage to get a book signed. I’m not sure if Nicholas Sparks will be there or not, but I had my dad bring me my Walk to Remember, and The View from Saturday as a backup. (I also had him bring my Harry Potter books. I missed them, and with Greg’s gift of a hardcover SS, they all match, so they can be happy now.) One or the other’s getting signed. I hope it’s a nice day; it would suck to celebrate something paper-based in the rain.

Tonight Greg and I are supposed to be going to see Our Town at CSPAC. I got free tickets from Honors. It starts at eight, though, so if he doesn’t show up soon, we’re going to miss it.

Also, I am now an official eBay-er. Squee. I lost my first auction yesterday evening. Boo. It was a good deal, too. Sloppy Firsts and Second Helpings. It went down to the wire and I got tired of bidding, though. I won today for The Lovely Bones, though, and Chasing Liberty ends in a few days. Yay for cheap stuff online. I hope everything goes through okay. I just found out last night that my dad was a victim of identity theft (and becoming Catholic — go figure), so I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never had any trouble before, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

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Saturday night, I went with Greg to see The Princess Bride. This particular production was by the Satanic Mechanics, a theater group on campus. (I’m glad BlogSpot doesn’t have Google text ads anymore; I can only imagine what that might have prompted.) It was fabulous. The Satanic mechanics do shadowcasting, which means they perform on the stage at the Hoff Theater, acting out the scenes of the movie in full costume as the movie plays in the background. They don’t speak, but they mouth the lines as they go along. They usually do The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which, for anyone who doesn’t know, is an interactive movie. You can sing along, yell things at the screen, throw things, whatever.

We didn’t throw things for The Princess Bride, but there was lots of yelling. “Inconceivable!” “Aaaaaaaaas… yoooooooou… wiiiiiiiiiiiiish!” “Liar! Liar!” Some guy to my right was very creative with it: “Everybody now!” And everyone said, “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” Then we clapped. Yay for us. When Buttercup and Westley went toward the fire swamp, “The swamp, the swamp, the swamp is on fire!” When Inigo did the “you killed my father” bit, someone replied, “No. I am your father.” It was great. Most of the time, I watched the actors instead of the screen. If I knew any of the other movies they perform, I’d definitely go. It’s just not the sort of thing you do if you haven’t seen the movie at least once already. All the yelling and laughing and random comments (Buttercup: “He had eyes like the sea….” Audience Guy:”Kinda like yours.”) I had a great time, even though the show was at midnight, so I didn’t get to bed until 3 AM. Slept til 11-ish Sunday morning, though, so I was okay.

From Sarah, one of my group leaders at MLW: A great piece on how Bush flip-flops, too.

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