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Saturday, August 18, 2007

Is It Raining With You?

Today I heard the single most terrifyingly wrong, despicable, horrible thing I have ever had the misfortune to hear over a restaurant speaker. It was wrong on so many levels, and should never be or have been heard by human ears. If you should ever have the misfortune to hear this horrifying sound, my suggestion to you would be to get out and run to the underground bunker I'm sure you all have hidden in your backyard.

What I'm talking about is, of course, Eurythmics elevator music.

Yes, you read correctly Eurythmics elevator music. I was sitting in burger king today (making this yet another reason to never go there again) when as I was about to bite into my tendercrisp chicken sandwich, I heard the faint sound of elevator music.

Of course, elevator music is completely normal in this kind of setting, fast food restaurants play elevator-style music all the time. But the longer I listened, the more familiar the song started to become. By the time I was half way done with my sandwich, I have become sure I had heard that song before. A second later, I gasped, dropping a French fry after suddenly matching lyrics to the song:

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion

My mother looked at me concerned and asked with the problem was. I darted my eyes, looking for another sign of the apocalypse.

I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean

To my complete and utter astonishment, no one was panicking. No one was rushing around towards their underground safe houses, no was proclaiming that life as we knew it was over, no one was even commenting on the lack of actual words in the song. It was completely calm. It was as if the worst thing that could possibly happen to 80's music hadn't just been happening over their heads, it was as if...nothing was a problem.

I, of course, recognized the crisis immediately and relayed it to my mother who, very calmly and as if there were not an imminent threat to society happening, proceeded to start quietly singing the words with the song.

Is is raining with you?

It most certainly was raining with me. Life as we know it has just ended, and no one has noticed. Clearly, I am more observant in these types of situations, and know when to go undercover in a crisis. Of course, the fact that I am not in an underground safe house, but in fact, am sitting here writing a slightly bizarre Blog entry when I should be packing to go camping, would seem to indicate that I am at least equally as unobservant, if not even more so than, the masses. Of course, the masses don't have a slightly insane mother who has been obsessively listing and handing out "pre-camping jobs" all day, and who has completely ignored the Eurythmics crisis, in favor of buying tiny bottles of ketchup instead of running away. Or perhaps this just isn't as big of a crisis as I had previously thought.

But seriously...Eurythmics elevator music? What?

Going camping, see you all in a week, hope it doesn't rain,


Sunday, August 12, 2007

The Peak of Exhaustion

It is now 11:32 PM, well...11:33 now, apparently, and I am awake.

There is no possible reason on this Earth that I should be awake at this particular moment. I am so exhausted right now that I can barely see the words I am currently typing on screen. I've just done four straight days of the most emotionally and physically exhausting show I've ever done in my life, and I'm running on about three hours of sleep from the night before. Everyone else in my house is asleep, my parents, my sister, even my cat (which is saying something, for Columbus the cat, I swear he's ADHD)

Why, I ask you now, am I not?

I would, in my slightly semi-conscious state, like to announce that as of today, at around 3:45 PM, I am officially no longer either Christina Goulet or, regretfully, Chrissy Gullet. The famed plastic compact mirror used by Chrissy for the entirety of the first act will, in fact, be burned as soon as I can find a way to do it, and the fifteen pounds of pink, sparkly lipgloss will be used in some sort of amusing prank on my sister. I'm thinking of keeping the bright magenta lipstick worn by Christina in acts two and three, though I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with it. I was, unfortunately, not allowed to keep the long Doctor Who-like scarf she wears at the end of act three, or the rather awesome brown beret. I was, however, allowed to keep the script, which was more than I can say for a few different plays I've been in.

At this point, I think I might faint if I keep typing any longer. I don't think I've been this tired since my first all-day rehearsal at the Palace, which coincidentally was also my first full three days of midterms...also very exhausting if I remember right. I'd like to write more, and I haven't written in a while, but I don't think I can hold out much longer without snoring. I'll write more at some point, I promise.

From the brink of unconsciousness,


Saturday, August 04, 2007

Happy Chair Day

August 4, 2007. Exactly one year ago, in about...two hours, I did the singular act that would not only destroy a friendship and cause a whole day panic among several other friends, but which would shape the actions, or at least some of the action, of my life and year to come.

I moved a chair.

Yes, at the time I had no idea what this singular act would lead to, what madness was to follow. Indeed, I had thought I was being helpful. How utterly wrong I was.

Apparently, by moving that chair for my friend, who is now apparently no longer my friend, it was in turn signifying that I thought she was weak, that she needed special treatment, that my attitude towards her, not just in that particular moment but in life in general, was condescending and "ununderstanding" (which spell check has just confirmed is not actually a word) How was I to know that moving a chair so she'd have more room meant all that? I don't know. But I do know that doing that was the last, and final straw for my friend, who has not spoken to me since.
It has now been an entire year since the incident, and I am still the antithesis of evil. I swear, I know I shouldn't still be thinking about it, but it's difficult when you've gone a whole year having someone hate you this much (and I mean hate) and then suddenly find yourself one year later, and nothing's changed. Not a single day has gone by this year (and trust me, I'm being literal again) where I haven't thought about this at least once.

And now, one year later, what am I doing today? I'm getting killed by Nazi oppression in a gas chamber onstage in Haverill. There's an irony there, but I'm not entirely sure what it is.

In other news, my cousin Miriam can come with me camping!!!! I know many of you might not know who that is, or even care that she can come, but I know for a fact that she reads this blog, and I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY excited that she can come, so I thought I'd mention that. :D

And now, I think I'll go toast to camping, or chairs, or plays, or just something in celebration of the day. I've got twenty minutes till I have to go (thank you twenty) which is just enough time to pour myself something (non-alcoholic of course, I'm not there yet) and toast.

Happy Chair Day everyone, may you not move chairs and end friendships.