Step in time.
My mother has purchased four tickets to see Sweeney Todd the weekend before Spring Classes start. This fact has me changing my panties on the hour, every hour.
I'm home for Thanksgiving (a brief visit as my parents and I have tickets to the Florida/Florida State game and, therefore, we'll be off to Gainesville Friday) and life has been traumatic, mainly because I spent Sunday night in the emergency room to get a prescription for a treatable but irritating ailment and because yesterday I found out that I got fucked over academically. We're talking Fucked. With the capital F. Study the capital F carefully.
But I'm sane, and I've survived. The ailment has been cured and I'll soon be solving the Fucking by forging some academic war of sorts (but everyone says I should go forth, so forth I go).
Tonight my family and I saw Rent the film. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. When I was younger I loved Rent, until everybody loved Rent. When the show became the darling of the teenage-girl sect who really knows nothing about musicals (or theatre, for that matter) I decided that it was time to put my orange double discs to rest.
Still, I was impressed by the movie. The cast, much of it original, was still impressive (most aged well) and the two newcomers--particularly Rosario Dawson as Mimi--were excellent. The Sarah Silverman and Anna Deveare Smith cameos pleased me to no end. Chris Columbus staged several visually impressive scenes, particularly the opening when residents of buildings on Avenue A burn eviction notices and drop the flaming papers from their fire escapes. The music was actually better because--unlike the music in the live performance, which is played by a deafening rock band--you can actually hear the singers and the lyrics. The story was granted a deeper meaning to me because I have experienced being in love--a realization that struck me midway through the film. Rent is, after all, about love--and I can understand that kind of love which is "is true as the sea is," now.
So tomorrow I'll eat turkey and not do very much, and this is good. I hope everyone has a jolly Thanksgiving, etc.
I'm home for Thanksgiving (a brief visit as my parents and I have tickets to the Florida/Florida State game and, therefore, we'll be off to Gainesville Friday) and life has been traumatic, mainly because I spent Sunday night in the emergency room to get a prescription for a treatable but irritating ailment and because yesterday I found out that I got fucked over academically. We're talking Fucked. With the capital F. Study the capital F carefully.
But I'm sane, and I've survived. The ailment has been cured and I'll soon be solving the Fucking by forging some academic war of sorts (but everyone says I should go forth, so forth I go).
Tonight my family and I saw Rent the film. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. When I was younger I loved Rent, until everybody loved Rent. When the show became the darling of the teenage-girl sect who really knows nothing about musicals (or theatre, for that matter) I decided that it was time to put my orange double discs to rest.
Still, I was impressed by the movie. The cast, much of it original, was still impressive (most aged well) and the two newcomers--particularly Rosario Dawson as Mimi--were excellent. The Sarah Silverman and Anna Deveare Smith cameos pleased me to no end. Chris Columbus staged several visually impressive scenes, particularly the opening when residents of buildings on Avenue A burn eviction notices and drop the flaming papers from their fire escapes. The music was actually better because--unlike the music in the live performance, which is played by a deafening rock band--you can actually hear the singers and the lyrics. The story was granted a deeper meaning to me because I have experienced being in love--a realization that struck me midway through the film. Rent is, after all, about love--and I can understand that kind of love which is "is true as the sea is," now.
So tomorrow I'll eat turkey and not do very much, and this is good. I hope everyone has a jolly Thanksgiving, etc.
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