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I’m totally sorry for abandoning this. I miss the good news. However, I heard something else was just as good and a little bit more artful.
My year long self portrait project on my twenty first year of life.
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So nice to be back again.
Well, Berlin was wonderful, as to be expected, and quite uncontainable in a tumblr post. So whatever cool things you thought I did in Germany? I did ‘em. And it was just as awesome as you expected.
But stateside, I’ve been in tech training for the New York Neo-Futurists and that, too, is just as awesome as you think it is.
I saw Fraulein Maria, a hysterical dance-take on The Sound of Music, which was just as funny as you’ve imagined it to be.
Later this evening, one of my deardear friends showed up to my apartment with my favorite flowers, for no real reason, just that she was out shopping and felt them speaking to her.
I imagine they said things like “Ooh, pick us, we’re Aliee’s favorite and it’s so lovely outside. Aren’t you happy spring’s coming? She’ll put us on her windowsill where we can absorb sunlight and brighten her apartment. She’ll give you the biggest biggest hug ever and secretly plot ways to ambush you with pretty flowers as loving revenge for making her feel this happy. We’re pretty and yellow and look like soft petaled trumpets with STEMS!”
They were right.
(via obliteratedheart)
Eyes on the prize. If I’ve shared why typewriters are significant to me, then you know. If not, you will eventually.
Wondering what brought this on? A friend of mine died about a year ago on spring break. She always wanted to go to an island and died shortly after she arrived in the Dominican Republic. Her autopsy was somewhat inconclusive and she was one of the healthiest people I knew.
I’ve been beyond excited to see German theatre. I’ve been fighting a cold and headache for two weeks, and I hope it’s just nerves. I also don’t trust planes, Tylenol PM, or NyQuil. I need this list as a reminder that I have my whole life ahead of me and that there is no way that I’m dying this week. (Or any of my loved ones back home, for that matter)
My flight takes off today at 6:15PM. If you’d like to pray around that time, I think I’ll be doing the same thing. Maybe we can join up and you can hug me thousands of miles above the Atlantic Ocean and you can tell me it’s all going to be OK and I’ll give you strudel for being so nice for comforting me.
Sounds like a plan?
OK, rest of my life, LETS GO!!
Well, I learned that there is a tribe of Eskimos in East Greenland who sing their grievances instead of going to war or engaging in violence.
The conflicting parties sing their songs to a sing-song-y tune and the victor is decided by audience applause, the audience deciding on where their sympathies lie, going with the funnier, the sadder, the whatever.
The loser must resign and apologize.
Then I imagine they carry on with life with a little chip on their shoulder, but eventually learn to get on with life.
These Eskimos might be on to something.
I couldn’t sleep because I’ll be seeing this next Friday. The sound is Hamlet’s “to be or not to be” speech, in German.
Can I just say that my dreams extend as far as 14th street and go no further? The theatre that moves me the most, I find, tends to be really low budget somewhere in downtown Manhattan, tends to be mixed media and performance art-y. I’m perfectly OK with that. So if you, theatre school, would stop treating me like I’m retarded or joining a convent for not wanting to be on Grey’s Anatomy or the next Anne Hathaway, please feel free to start any time.
That being said, I loved The Soup Show and you can feel free to judge me for loving performance art the way I do. I know the quadratic equation. I appreciate a well molded chocolate vagina lollipop (with mashmellow insides).
Also appreciated? Safe subway rides and phone calls with a best friend.
I like these people already. I met one of the producers/ensemble members at the show for the first time today and he already offered to drive me in to work because we live down the same highway. Gives me hope.
Off-off-Broadway, you’re my favorite kind of Broadway.
Please support these people. They make a theatre that does not believe that it is a dying art form or waiting in line for a better, digital, televized, cinematic job, or at least I hope so. They are creatively athletic in ways I one day hope to dig out of me and do something … really great. I don’t really know what that is yet, but I know it’s in there.
I hope everything turns out OK.
I’m nervous about going abroad for Spring Break again.
I hope that this one is less filled with death.
I think it will be as death free as can be. Yessir.
Because of these two events in Monica’s life, my apartment is filled with balloons, confetti, and at least 3 dozen long stemmed roses.
YES! :)
So, I’ll be house sitting for some of my summer vacation.
That house happens to be in Hawaii.
I happen to be going in August.
I happen to be very excited.
I also leave for Germany in 2 days.
Life could be worse.
I had a brilliant idea to direct an Antigone in Tehran when I was a freshman in college. The MET artwork of the day reminded me of the spark that started it. I might wanna do that. Somewhere in the future, it’s gonna HAPPEN! WOW!
That, and it was a glorious 60 degrees today.
