I got the movie Religulous from the library and I'm planning on watching in this weekend. This should be fun because I expect I'm going to hate it. Seriously, I bet it will leave me seething with rage. From all the trailers and other publicity I've seen, it looks like this movie will be a perfect example of everything that's wrong with (many, not all) modern liberals. Basically it will be a really long story about Bill Maher completely missing the point of religion, assuming he has all the answers and that everyone with different priorities from his is an idiot, making cheap shots, and editing out anything intelligent said by someone who disagrees with him. So, basically, this movie will be even dumber and more offensive than Borat (which I actually loved). At least Cohen had the common sense to let his interviewees keep talking, instead of arguing with them to their faces.
So, yeah, I'm really looking forward to seeing this and having a nice, long rant about it. I also sort of hope to be proved wrong, because I love Bill Maher's show and I would like to continue to respect him as a pundit and a person rather than watching him make a total ass of himself, but, well, I guess we'll see.
ETA: And I was right! Bill Maher is a sanctimonious jerk. Also, that movie dragged on forever--it wasn't even fun to hate. I have paperwork to do now, so no time to rant. I guess it wouldn't really help, anyway.
--Send cover letter and resume to tutoring company. --Fill out application for other, test-prep tutoring company. --Fill out application for nannying/babysitting company. (The summer camp job is fine so far *knocks wood*, but I think it would be cool to do something else on weekends.) --Email my future roommates to say hi and let them know I haven't forgotten about them. --Email that girl I got paired with as part of the I'll-volunteer-to-answer-all-your-questions-about-starting-university Program, who hasn't gotten back to me yet even though I first tried introducing myself a week ago. --Read over all my notes from orientation week at camp. --Take my sister's movie back to the library for her. --Spend some time alone with the unpleasant-looking wax kit I bought at the drugstore today. (Wearing a swimsuit every day is going to be AWESOME. NOT.)
Things to Do Tomorrow: --Email theatre teacher-slash-production manager to ask about designing the lights for next fall's mainstage. --Email the theatre company I sorta want to do lights for except I might have procrastinated so much I missed the deadline, and tell them I'm terribly sorry and am still interested and am usually much more responsible than that, really. --Deposit my tax refund check.
Things to Do by the End of the Week: --Catch up from being way, way behind on my friendslist. --Finish reading The Scarlet Letter.
Also... sorry I've been so reticent lately, everybody. How's it going? :)
Current Music
I backed my car into a cop car the other day. Well, he just drove off; sometimes
I was in the Ben & Jerry's section last week and picked up a carton of "We Are Waffling". On the other side was its name in French, "Nous Sommes Indécis", which means, unless those French people know something I don't, "We Are Undecided".
I can't help but think there was something lost in translation.
Last night I signed my new lease and brought my new roommates some cookies, and we laughed and listened to music and I think we're going to get along fine. Today I submitted my FAFSA form, after freaking out for days because I'd been having server trouble when I tried working on it and the deadline is... tomorrow.
Two huge weights have been lifted off my shoulders. I think I'm actually literally getting more oxygen now than I was ten minutes ago. Everything seems a bit brighter.
Edited to add: I forgot to say, I've been friending a bunch of you DCers on facebook this week. But I realized I don't actually know everyone's name. Some of you are very secretive! Brainie, Katie, Tassie, Chris... you know who you are. I'll add you if you like; just comment to let me know how to track you down.
9:00 - 12:00 Humanistics exam, worth 40% of final mark 14:00 - 17:00 Calculus exam, worth 75% of final mark 17:00 - 23:59 Put life back in order, possibly have time to do laundry
The university scheduled two of my exams at the same time AGAIN, so I get to write one of them early! It's going to be SO MUCH FUN! Or not.
The theatre company I applied to as lighting designer wants an interview. On the plus side, Great! On the... minus side? This is going to be TERRIFYING. Two years ago, when I had an interview with them (and got shot down HARD. Okay not actually that hard. But still), there were ten or twelve people sitting in a semi-circle, all around me, which is a terrible set-up--something to keep in mind if you're a person who might be on an interview committee in the future--because it creates the sensation of being on trial, interrogated and examined from all sides by all the magistrates in Salem and a couple of guys all the way down from Boston. Two weeks ago, it was the same experience when Boy and I applied to direct, still nervewracking even considering his comforting presence. Now, it will be the same interrogation--in the same room, even--as I cringe and wither under their gaze. I want my mommy.
Also on the minus side, this pushes next week just across the threshold from "pretty full" into "when will I sleep?".
I'm in the music library working on my Super Important Special Project for my music class, which is to write a song. It will be the first song I ever write, except for the precursor to the Special Project, handed in last week, which was a comparatively boring Baroque-style thing that I am now supposed to be stretching and decorating into something spicy and exciting.
My chorale was awesome. My song, on the other hand, sucks. I haven't been this frustrated about an assignment all semester. I suspect that our teacher's goal in making us do this has nothing to do with learning how to write pretty music, and everything to do with finding out what it's like to be an angsty musician who hates life and whom nobody understands. Because OH MY GOD THIS IS SO HARD and why does everything I write grate on my nerves so much?
Beethoven once wrote very famously, "Such incidents drove me almost to despair; a little more of that and I would have ended my life -- it was only my art that held me back. Ah, it seemed to me impossible to leave the world until I had brought forth all that I felt was within me." He had so much music inside his head, just trying to find a way out. And guess what, guys? I hear music in my head sometimes, too! Like, occasionally I hear Lady Gaga. But also sometimes I hear music that didn't come from the radio! Unfortunately, it's all really boring music. In fact, it's like, a major scale. But it's a start, right?
I'LL BECOME A SUFFERING GENIUS YET, WORLD! You just watch me.
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