I'm here now: http://smooshybread.tumblr.com/
Either in addition to, or instead of.
Not sure yet...

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Frodo = Ted

Sam = Mo

Merry = Emily (L.)

Pippin = Julia (me)

Gandalf = Todd

Aragorn = Brian W.

Legolas = Doug

Boromir = Craig

Gimli = Nick

Tom Bombadil = Tom

Farmer Maggot = Bill Schirmer

Gollum = Karl

Smeagol = Frederic

Bilbo = Rachel

Rosey Cotton = Lily

Proudfoot hobbit (w/jowls) = Ayako

Inkeeper of the Prancing Pony = Tony

Bill the Pony = Steve

Elrond = Martha G.

Arwen = Evelina

Galadriel = Anne

Celeborn = Gary

Eowyn = Martha F.

Eomer =

King Theoden = Bibbetson

Lord Denethor = Rachel

Faramir =

Treebeard = Jane M.

WITCH KING OF ANGMAR = totes Liz

Breadface Orc Leader = Will (m sry)

Hungry Freak Scary Orc = Scary Switchboard Man

Random Orc = Mario

Wormtongue = Jon Ball

Saruman = 

Sauron =

The Balrog = Karen 

Shelob = Jane B.

Radagast the Brown = Mark

Sting (Frodo’s sword, v. phallic, “gets excited” when orcs are near) =

 

This is one of those things that looks really interesting conceptually and really delicious visually and really exciting cast-wise, BUT, I should probably never ever ever ever see this movie, because it would scare the living daylights out of me, and leave a death-scar in my brain for the rest of my life. I really wish I could enjoy this type of thing because the weird part is, I sort of love looking at these pictures; it's satisfying and addictive in a weird way. But that weird way is part genuine appreciation and part "ooh this looks like something that would terrify me-- it looks kind of nightmare-ish! It's my brain turned upside-down! It's my most unpleasant thoughts put together visually! Just looking at these pictures makes me feel like I'm living in them, living in a dream...well, nightmare, actually. But oooh this is fascinatingly masochistic of my mind!" It's like some part of me actually really enjoys a small dose of the intense creepiness. However, "small dose" is the key here. Even if I watched it while surrounded by my closest friends, I would still probably shake and cry for fear by the end, and start seeing scary things around corners.

I'll stop blabbering on now and show you what I'm talking about: http://www.slashfilm.com/2009/06/21/first-photos-tim-burtons-alice-in-wonderland-what-do-you-think/

My room is possibly messier than its ever been before (especially for the amount of time that it's been in this state)...
And I'm fine with it!

Is this some sort of breakthrough or something?! What does it mean?!

Schedule for the Summer:

1. Showtunes
2. Clay (with Tom!)
3. Mini Showtunes (youngins!)
4. Festival Period (as always)
5. Animation
5. Animation

WOO! I hope it stays this way. All schedules may be subject to change.

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 Social hurdles, self, social hurdles. Keeping in touch, self, keeping in touch. 

That's what I tell myself as I mentally trudge through the awkwardness.

Seeing a movie with Ted was wonderful, but calling him on the phone and arranging to pick him up at his home DID freak me out. I feel uncomfortable with most phone conversations, because I'm like that, but it being my teacher adds a whole new layer. Or five. But it was lovely in the end; we didn't go inside his place, cuz he waited outside so that we could find him and be sure we were at the right house. And it was a little weird for a while, at least for me and Em. We were clearly a little nervous. Ted was as relaxed as ever. Social experiencessss, woo! Totally going to do it again. Molly movie night! Yessss

Then I got this email from Craig about some project that's not a Molly project that he wants my help with. It's still completely mysterious. All I know is that before, we were going to chat about it on Sunday after Katherine and I would have slept over his house Saturday night, dog-sitting his dog. But alas, the event was called off, so now we have to arrange for an awkward lunch. Well, a lunch, anyway. I mean, it sounds kind of crazy that I would prefer to have a sleepover with my friend at Craig's empty house for a night and then talk to him in his hooome, but I feel like the convenience of it and already being there would make it less awkward. It's gonna feel more awkward to chat with him outside of the school-context in my own town than seeing a movie with Teddles, I can assure you that.

THEN, there's this OTHER project with Doug, which involves us playing music together and recording his songs somehow somewhere. But it's early days, cuz I'm just waiting for him to send me some of his stuff so that I can noodle around with piano parts. He asked me if I played the accordion. Oh how I wish....!

 It occurs to me now that in college I will need some new mind-clearing activity besides tidying my room, because (a) I will probably not be so inclined to tidy it, particularly because I will be sharing the room with someone else and hense the very right mood is inevitably crushed, (b) the room will be very small, (c) it is half-mine, and (d) because it is so small, tidying it will be easy and less frequently necessary or at least less frequently effective. The mental effectiveness is more important than the...functional effectiveness, so of course I will still keep things very tidy (thinking of it as when I lived at sleep-away camp, for example). But I wonder if it will really slake my tidying, mind-clearing thirst. Maybe instead I will ride my soonish-to-be-existant bicycle, or walk in the woodsy areas, or listen to music being antisocial, or be very social, or animate (which is also antisocial), or just find fun random things to do with people. I think it will end up being a combination of those things...mostly music, animation, and very social activities, since that's what happened at camp, when I was living with a lot of people for 6 weeks and had a lot of unscheduled free time. A combination is good, healthy. I will be good and healthy.

A watched pot never boils...a watched English muffin pizza never gets deliciously crusty. 

My computer gets really scary when it burns a CD, especially when it's on my lap. It starts to hum, and then louder and louder and vibrates really hard. Okay, that sounded creepily sexual. It wasn't supposed to be. Meh.

Another cloudy, on-and-off rainy day. I went to CSW this morning to pick up my work from ceramics class that was glazed after school let out. I didn't like visiting school; it was painful. It looked so beautiful and so the same, but it's not mine anymore. And facing it, walking right into it, was hard. All that I could think about was that no, csw is not really my school anymore, and no, csw is not really my home anymore. This may have been my last visit for many many months. And it was a visit. As in, it's in some way distant. I do not like that at all.

I now have a little set of 6 original ceramic pieces. Every one is a different shape, representing the best of my practices with each form. I feel sort of proud of my little bowls. The glaze did not turn out the way I wanted it to because the coat was too thin, and at first I was kind of upset about that, but when I brought the pieces home, my sister and mother really loved them and managed to convince me that they are still pretty. 

Em and I went shopping a little while ago and had very good luck! Got a good parking spot in front of Macy's (asking the Earth really does work!), I got a cute long-sleeved shirt on sale at one store, and then at Anne Taylor which is usually very expensive and a bit too fancy for me there was a HUGE sale. Their sales are seriously amazing. Em and I each found super cute Italian jackets marked down from $230 to $30!!! Mine's sort of like a womanly pin-striped suit jacket. Wheee! I used my debit card for the first time ever.

I can't believe I have a CIT meeting tomorrow, and then 2 days of staff orientation before first session starts! Going from nothing to everything in a blink. I am excited for it though. It'll nice to see some old CIT friends, make new ones, see Tom, and be back in the camp atmosphere. It's also exciting to be a second-year CIT; I know how things go now. I know the routine, the places, many of the people. I also really want to know what classes I'm helping out in besides Cabaret and Showtunes Plus. Crossing my fingers for something in either film or animation (Tom mentioned putting me into his Cliffhanger class, where you make an episodic film and each episode ends on a cliffhanger...it looks super fun and the kids are crazy and  final product is always AMAZING). 

"What Not To Wear" is on and it makes me a little upset. The hosts of the show are obnoxious, and their joking always comes off as really mean and condescending. I feel bad for some of the people who get chosen to be on it.

Caramelized caramelized caramelized onionsss

I had this dream last night that sort of encompassed everything that was floating around in my mind yesterday. First of all, Doug and Craig were there, both of whom I've been meaning to email. I was at an amusement park, where my school friends were. It was Saturday, and I realized I should call my parents to tell them that I wasn't going to orientation and then Craig's; instead I was chilling at an amusement park. Then I realized that I wasn't sure where my stuff was, and I went to look for it. In the next part of the dream, I was running over to the bumper cars to announce that I'd just had a baby. I wasn't sure where my baby was, but I had it! I walked onto the bumper car floor, and everyone froze. The bumper cars stopped, and people turned their heads towards me, furious that I had interrupted their game. I knew I should get out. So I walked off the floor and leaned on the railing from the outside. Emily (L.) was in a bumper car and she drove over to the edge to say hello. "I HAD A BABY!" I shouted. "Awesome! I just knew you would!" she said. Then I went off to find my baby.
In the next part of the dream, I was over my family friends' house for a little party, and my dad was showing me how to make the perfect chocolate milkshake. The one I made was too watery. 

Finished thank-you cards. Yessssss.

Dinnertime!