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Name: Vicki
Country: United States
Interests: Writing, Speech and Debate, writing, reading, acting, photography, life, penguins, comic books, shiny things...
Expertise: Middle-Earth and Marvelverse-- oh don't be jealous
Occupation: Rice Owl :D
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7/15/2003
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| Soo... I just realized I should update this-- or rather, my reluctance to start on my English essay realized that I should update this.
I have little news. We're getting really close to finals, which is 1) death, but 2) indicative of the approaching summer vacation. Understandably, I have mixed feelings.
Oh! I saw Wicked. For $10 (gotta love Rice subsidies). It was... God... in a musical. It was... visually orgasmic, emotionally provoking, and just plain awesome. Unfortunately, Elphaba was a little off key a few times, but that's forgivable since she was, in fact, a really good actress-- and her voice was amazing minus the pitch issues. I feel like I've seen more plays this year that I ever had in my entire life... combined... and this one was definitely the best. Margie called me at intermission (after... calling eight times during the first act) and I believe my only words were: "oh... my... god... oh... my... god... oh. MY. GOD"
And I'm seeing Rent this summer! In New York! From really good seats! Screw Duncan and his cool vacations, I'm seeing RENT!
*pauses for jealousy to ensue*
Edit: Oh yeah!
Okay, I went to AFA (American Forensics Association... speech and debate) Nationals. It was... really aweosme. Our coaches told us before that the atmosphere would be really different, and it was. Surprisingly, it was less competitive (while more high stress); it was like everyone recognized that it took work to get there and was supportive of the competiiton. I got to see some really... amazing interpers (though unfortunately I didn't get to watch Duo Finals)-- cuz I was too busy watching Priscilla take FIRST in the NATION in Persausion (what a way to finish your senior year)!
I also decided that I like the way college does speech better-- especially POI. Everything has meaning and purpose and a point... articulating something that should be expressed or considered or just... known. I can't wait to start working for next semester (which would reauire, again, the summer thing to come about).
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Forgive me
for the paltry penance paid
For my
rivers run dry, begging
Forgiveness
for blood turned ice
For water bled
wasted
Forgive me
For me
For
everything I cannot be.
For
Heaven, for Hell
For the
distance to fall between
For life,
for death
And for the wisdom to know the difference.
To the one who taught me that wisdom: Godspeed.
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| Apparently last night was a weird dream night for lots of people. Margie dreamt about racially ambiguous strangers and icky tutoring requests, David's roommate flailed and screamed through the night (in an unpleasant way), and I... well my subconscious was creepy for a night.
I dunno. The dream started out cool; I was driving a Porsche (seemed like a boxter maybe to me) and I was with a close friend. The "friend" had a Laura-ish vibe to her, but I'm not really positive who she was. Anyway, we were enjoying ourselves and joyriding through town when we stop by this... giant rain-gutter type thing and I get this out-of-body experience. Suddenly, I am no longer careening through town in my awesome new ride, but I am watching these two, teenage male counselors leading around a day-camp type group of kids. The kids are freaking out and screaming about this "murderer" that's on the loose and the guys, not knowing what to do, pick up a nearby phone. My experience doesn't last much longer than this, though, and I reappear in the car and drive off.
Somehow, I end up driving into an underground parking garage, but it's entirely empty and full of blind turns. As I'm slowly winding around the tight corners, I see people walking past. Then, suddenly it's as if I'm viewing the world in fast forward and I see the same guy walking past with different people, coaxing them to come with him. Each time he passes, he's wearing a different outfit, or something about his appearance has changed-- hairstyles, hair color, glasses, clothing type. Anyway, the last few times he passes, he's with this girl.
Back in normal time. Suddenly, I'm standing outside my car and the "close friend" type presence has evolved. I know that she is still the person with whom I came, but she is no longer familiar, rather a vague acquiantance that I know. Meanwhile, the girl with whom the ever-changing guy kept passing by approaches us. She explains, perfectly calm, that she is being pursued by someone and needs my help to get her out. But I don't trust her.
Everytime she walks to the side of my car, I lock the door. As I'm watching her walk back and forth, I keep trying to convince my companion to get in the damn car so we can leave. Finally, my companion agrees, and we hop in. At this point in time, I discover that I am exhausted and the driver's seat is a really tight, but comfortable fit. I am tired to the point that I can no longer open my eyes and I lie paralyzed while my mind frantically whirs, knowing that I have to get out of here.
Fighting my body the entire way, I force myself up and switch on the car, realizing that the girl is in the car with us. Fine. Disoriented, I ask which way to go and figure that I should reverse in the opposite way of the people walking, all the while screaming out the window for them to turn back. But none of them hear me, all marching on uniformly as if entranced.
The girl is telling me to follow the people and I keep saying no and she gets increasingly frustrated at my refusal. I realize that she's allied with the strange man who is around the darkened corner. I slam on the gas, blindly turning in hopes to find an exit as I ignore her growing threats. In my peripheral vision, I see her draw something out of her pocket and I feel something sharp dig into my side.
And then I wake.
heh after having already told this story to David, I realize it doesn't sound like that big of a deal. But it left with me an eerie sense of being... watched when I woke up and I was thoroughly creeped out as I got ready this morning. Wonderful, neh?
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| Harvard came and went. For some reason, the entirety of Cambridge seemed less... ridiculously magical this year; the trip seemed altogether far more disillusioned. Then again, I think this is the first time I truly argued with someone in Cambridge... and it was my fifth or so time there and, ah well. It was still a pretty good trip-- nothing can go as expected, right?
Many thanks to Laura for tolerating me for a weekend.
So spring break looks like it'll start a tad early (or a tad late, dependent on how you look at it) with a speech and debate tournament, and then I'll be home on the fifth (after being trapped all alone on the fourth here at Rice because tickets on that day were sold out), and I'll leave Az on the 11th of March. For any interested, the 10th shall be a RenFest day-- exaggerated British accents, here I come.
I went and saw Twelve Angry Men by Broadway Across America today. It was genius. I forgot how much I loved that storyline, and of course it was wonderfully played. The set was genius, the acting brilliant... of course. I think I am starting to love this whole "living really close to a major theatre district" thing. =D. And the subsidized ticket thing.
So you Az-ans really soon. Surely, I will invade the office of Sra. Zinke sometime.
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