Mourning Dove

Things have been quite stellar, let me tell you.

First, I was inducted into AKA, Alpha Kappa Alpha, the highest Siena Honors you can get. I got a nice little pin, the promise of a yellow cord, and Mead from my father. The priest who gave the speech described learning as an "erotic experience" and we were the few who were "turned on" to it. A lot of people looked uncomfortable with the speech, but I liked it.

Then, we had our Senior Banquet and Roast. Bill played me, beard and all. (And by me, I'd say he played more Anna Reardon. But I'm so frikken okay with that.) Thank God Anna wore her clothes big. The nappy red wig really added something to the part. Also, his inability to actually crutch. I'll post pictures when they are posted on facebook. It's very much worth it. Then they bought me a Barbie doll in a straight jacket an a Godforsaken whirly from Creation Project. It was a good time, all around.

At the banquet, the theatre department gives an award to a graduating senior. I not only won the award BUT got a plaque AND got a standing ovation from the club. The standing ovation is what got me, I almost started bawling right then and there. It was a nice tribute.

Now, on a not Siena note, I have a job. A job where I will be paid to do theatre. Powerhouse wants me to come back and be Company Manager/Stage Manager. (One or the other or both! They don't know which.) Ed told me in his message that last year he thought of me seriously as Company Manager, and I said that I would much prefer just Company Manager. But, of course, I'll learn SMing if it comes to it. But really, I know damn well that I will be a wretched, horrid SM and I would not like my first experience ever to be with a professional director. :\ Still, they're calling me up and we're going to chat about it. I'll express my concerns then.

Anyway, that means you aint getting much of a Maeve summer if you were planning on it. The apprentices go from June 16th - July 31st and I assume I have go or stay at least a day later than that. Then, when I come back, I'll be on Scotland for two weeks. So if you want your Maeve time, get it ASAP after I graduate. :) Still, woo for getting paid to do theatre!

Cuz I wanna be cool like Alyssa.

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BIRTHDAY ON FRIDAY!

I be gettin' old.

Vagina Monologues went up on Tuesday. It was fuckin' ridiculous. Here I was, with twenty girls, many of which had minor acting experience. (Not that that really mattered. Example of an audition: "I don't know what I'm doing." "That's okay, neither does Maeve.") They were amazing. All of them, amazing. What I find funny about directing (and I'm no authority having done it, oh, um, twice now) is that when they get in front of an audience, they're doing stuff I never tell them to do. Good stuff. Brilliant stuff. Suprising and funny and great stuff. And then I never know whether I can take credit for that.

They had me rolling, you have no idea. They were so funny, hysterical and sad. The audience was eating out of the palm of their hands.

Speaking of audience:

We were originally planning to do a two week rehearsal period but, because of the ankel breaking, we had to shorten it to one week. This meant every thing we did was rushed, including the PR. Not a lot of PR went out about the show. We were going to do two shows but the event before us could not guarentee that they would be out in time for a prompt set up. It was suggested we cut the first show because, hey, we'd get more people at 8:00 anyway since our PR was out. We booked a room for 150 people and we were hoping to get at least 75.

Er. Well, within the first 20 minutes of opening the house, we sold out the tickets. I turned to my stage manager, shrugged and said, "Well. Keep selling." Standing room only, by the time everyone squeezed in. I was proud when I thought we made 100 dollars. By the end of the night, we had made $1,032. The woman from the Labor Religion Coalition died, "I thought only 20 people were going to show up!" I found out %10 needs to go to V-Day, and their national fund raiser, but the rest can go to my charity. Dad and I are going to get another 100 dollars, so we can give that to V-Day, and then give the Labor Religion Coalition the 1,000 and maybe set up a scholarship fund in my mothers name.

And it's wonderful that it made money, but the ego in me is happy that the student body loved it. The next day was great. My friends were ease dropping on conversations, picking up tid-bits of feedback from people. (Bill: "They kept trying to find words to suppliment awesome with, but always came back to awesome.") The girls tell me they have recieved a lot of positive feedback themselves. I'm a little celebrity, people congratulating me and strangers suddenly inquiring about my broken ankel. It was really quite fuggin' awesome.

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The week continued to improve when I finally found time, Friday, to hobble to my mailbox. The mailbox is seriously out of the way for poor gimps like me. But I opened it up to find a letter from Academic Affairs. My application into Alpha Kappa Alpha, the highest honors society at Siena College was accepted! It was a long shot, this application. But I wrote a personal letter attached to it, saying that my hours of service were applied to theatre. Stage III is exempt from the community service because of this, but check out the stuff we've done anyway. I mentioned the Vagina Monologues and discussed my committment continue theatre for social change. And I got in. =D I'll be walking in the front of the line at commencement. I wonder if I get a cool sash to go with my robe?

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Other stuff too, but this entry got hella long, hella fast. Im'a gonna try and make some scrambled eggs I think. But yay. ^.^ There's my happy week.

Vagina Monologues
Directed by: ME!
When?: Tuesday, April 4th. 8pm.
How Much?: $5 for students, $10 to faculty and everyone not of student age.
Why?: They money will be going to Juarez, Mexico, care of the Labor Religion Coalition. This is the group my mother and father went with when they went to Juarez. My mother told me about the crimes toward the women of Juarez before Eve Ensler's monologue.


It's my first time directing. I can't promise it's any good. But the cause is one I feel strongly about. So, please come if you're in the area?

So, I got real bored this morning and decided to take the Harmony test. The problem is, I now can't deleat my free account. I'm so embarassed.

Regardless, here is what I wasted my time learning.

What Maeve is Like

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Maeve's Compatibility Profile Summary

This one gets long. I only posted it so I could keep it after I figure out how to deleat this account.

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So.

Being gimpy is seriously boring. I am forcing myself to go out in public on crutches today. In a few minutes, I am going to try going up the stairs without help. I can get up the stairs without help fine, but I need someone to take my walker up for me. Otherwise, I'm pouting at the top of the stairs. I'm going to see if crutches make the ascention easier. Then I will get dressed and go get a sandwhich with William.

I smell bad. But I can shower by myself too.

Everyone goes to work so I get pretty lonely here. Many of you have been assaulted by my pathetic, lonely IMs. William was one of them. This was me getting far too angry at a video game., Prince of Persia. Bill's not even there for most of this conversation. I'm so lonely, I'll talk to away messages.

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Yes. This proves it. I am getting fresh air today. I don't care how cold it is out.

Surgery went well on Tuesday, I was an out-patient, didn't need to stay over night at a hopsital. When I woke up from the happy drugs, I thought I was directing the Vagina Monologues. When I realized the nurse was not an actress, I uttered, "Is it okay to be lucid?" They laughed uproarously. I was being serious.

My medicine has left me with an upset stomach, but that is my only discomfort right now. w00tz. ..not really, it still kind of sucks.

Surgery today at 1:00, I haven't eaten anything since midnight, which I'm okay with. But then, I have a lot of time.

I'll be cranky for a while. Give a call, I like phone calls. Send lj posts too. I like those too.

So.

I broke my leg.

In the middle the show.

Awesome.

I'll be in surgery some time this week.

Yay.

This has been the worst senior year ever.

Drunk post, yay!

Kevin Marshall, your posts are too fuckin' long for me to respond to in a drunken mannar. I tried to spell inibriation but I don't think that's going to happen tonight.

Mahmood's show has led to a chick complimenting my breasts. It is to the point where only a chick has been close enough to say, yes, my breasts are pretty. And so they are, goddamnit. So they are.

Fuckin' A, drunk is great. Great all around. ...I don't expect anyone to comment on this entry. But ph3ar my lack of typos. ph3ar. ...I don't think that's proper 1337.

List for Maeve

Write Paper on Romantic Literature (Outline it tonight?)
Make sketch pad pretty for Scenic Design
Study for Astronomy Make Up and schedule a time to take it
Study for African American Lit
Do Not Die from Creation Project
Clean Room
Dance.

Wanted. Someone to act in my Creation Project. This is not a joke. 515 Loudon Rd, NY. You will not get paid. Must bring own whirly-swords. Safety not Guaranteed. I have only done this once before.

I'm the only one who gets that, I'm sure. And I'm okay with that.

Hello, ya'all.

Sorry I haven't posted a lot lately. Honestly, I just haven't really had much desire to. Not to say I'll be delating this, I promise you that. But there isn't that much going on in my life that I particularly feel like chatting about. I'm doing Creation Project and, as a result, have a ridiculous amount of bruises and pain but am gaining some muscle tone. Which I like. But the show needs to be over and done with.

Will be sound designing Proof in a bit. Excited about that, though my iPod needs to stop being a bitch so I can actually give some samples to the director.

I was going to make this entry yesteday but it turned into one of the "low" days. They come and go, and usually the low points come in waves. Whatever. I came home to see my brother and we saw Munich.

Eh.

But, happily, my brother accidentally ordered Showtime for the month and I'm able to watch "Masters of Horror", which I have been wanting to see FOREVER! Wai! We even got Dad watching it.

Dad: "...is this about lesbians?"
Brother: "If we're lucky!"
Dad: "...lesbian entomologists?"
Brother: "We're hoping!

It was pretty great, the director of "May" did it, ( http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303361/ ), which was one of the most fucked up movies ever made. The same actress was in it AND she was acting opposite a lesbian porn star.

HORRAY!

Depression successfully lifted.

Hopefully when Vagina Monologues is off the ground, I'll have more to tell. The Cardnial Newman society contacted the President of the College, which had me a little nervous, but so far we still have to okay to do it. ...I probably shouldn't have scheduled my dress rehearsal during a parent open house.

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Yeah. Oops on my part.

I'm a little sick right now, and I don't know if it's dehydration or lack of sleep. I didn't sleep last night. Who knows why? A combination of emotion and stress, the heat blasting so high in my room that I have to sleep downstairs. Hopefully that's it. I can'y afford a stomach bug.

And I come here, and I sit on my computer, and I find my e-mails. Today, I confirmed my place where I will direct the Vagina Monologues. My Toby is going to Stage Manager and he's coming with wonderful energy. And when I return here, I find the letter from my advisor that has confirmed with V-Day that, yes. This will happen.

There's so much work to do, papers to read, check lists. But I went right for the script, looking for one specific monologue. At first, I was disappointed, and just before I gave up I spotted it under the optional monologue section. The monologue that includes the atrocities toward the women in Juarez, Mexico. The place my mother visited, before Eve Ensler wrote about it. Engraged it before any one knew about it. When I told my mother about it she said, "Huh. I wish I had seen it."

It's a beautiful monologue and it just made the experience that much more real for me. And I am excited, so very excited.

And my roomie is in the room, so I will cease the entry before the happy tears flow!

Yes. Bleedy ear.

I was gonna post to ya'all about my new Sim, Perry. Perry is the only not "OMGWTFBBQ" thing going on in my life now. His dynsfunction is no where near mine, but Perry seems to take it in stride. I like Perry. I think you will too.

But this is not Perry's entry.

I'll get right to the point.

Yesterday, during Creation Project rehearsal, I got knee'd rather violently in the head. It was no ones fault. I cried out and looked dazed, for about a half second, hopped off the stage and shook it off. I was fine, I didn't need an ice pack and I could continue rehearsal. Later, a dull headache and a sore neck. Still nothing.

I behaved no different than usual. Madeline has this roll-y car and she's a crazy person, for a one year old, and we ran around in circles, terrorizing dogs. No headache at that point.

So come 12:00 at night, or so, I itch my ear and find something kind of wax-ish but not. It's a blood-red hue. "Well, that's no good." I go upstairs to get a Q-tip and when I stick it in, the way I normally do, the damn thing went in further into my head than it ever has before. With no effort. And there was blood on the cottom tip.

There's no oozing or anything like that. There might be a slight different in feeling, but I don't know if that's because I'm suddenly aware of it or what's going on. Is it something I should worry about? I think I read a broken ear drum would ooze more.

This is my first medical thing I've had to dealt with, without Mom. I woke Dad up freaking out over it, but he didn't really know and went back to sleep. So I'm resorting to my lj flist.

Anyone have any ideas about the bloodied ear? Should I go to the doctor?

Wow. I forgot to go to class today. Like, seriously. Forgot to go to class today. I made it to work on time at 9:00. Did the club fair and helped win the club some money. Planned on going to class at 2:30 and class was at 1:30.

Wow.

That sort of thing isn't like me at all. Granted, I turned to Toby and asked when my class was and he said "2:30." He's not even in the class. Why did I listen? Still, very much not like me.

This weekend, I am taking, what the 1990's called a "chill pill." So if you want Maeve time, you'll probably have to come visit here. I'll want to drink, though. Not heavily. Just that nice Killians at 9:00 and then I will pass out in a pleasant sleep.

I know I'm just doing too much at once. New Chair of Stage III. In a show. Sound designing a show. Directing a show. Season selection. Grad school. Various honor awards to apply for. Far too much on my plate. But I enjoy being busy. I know I can handle all of this once Creation Project is over and done with. Directing the show will come right after that and it will only be two weeks. ('course, never mind that I have to plan it all)

Or I may es'plode. We'll see.

Mine seem particularly violent. People do not treat their Maeve's well.

Creation Project rehearsals dominate my life. I got hella drunk on Saturday night. I am sick with a cold now. I am having dinner with Frank McCourt and William Kennedy tomorrow.

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I would squee more, but I just got a whiff of myself and it is not a pretty thing. I must shower.

A meme, along the lines of the break-up meme. Only more bizarre.

I was blind drunk. You were sober. One thing led to another and you suddenly find yourself pregnant with my child. I don't remember us copulating. I will not put my name on the birth certificate until you tell me the full and complete story of our union, that is, how it is you became pregnant with my child.

I have a feeling I'll have a lower turn out than the break up meme. =D

http://timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=428910&category=REGIONOTHER&BCCode=HOME&newsdate=12/12/2005

It's an article about my mother in the electronic news paper. It's really lovely. It has her sense of humor.

If you enlarge the photo, you can see me. But they call me Rachel. ...I'm not Rachel.

Today my mother passed, December 12th, 2005. It's the feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe, which my mother would have liked. She once traveled over the boarders of Mexico to volunteer to help the poor there. She spoke to me about the women in Warez before Eve Ensler did.

Donations will be going to them.

Any other information I don't have right now. It'll be in the paper in the morning. Trust that it will be between Wednesday and Thursday.