Finally saw Splendor in the Grass (which I still feel ought to be spelled with a u, like in the poem the title comes from), on the last showing. The house was fairly small because of the pouring rain and because it's the last show, though I thought the last show would've been packed with people because it was their last chance to see the play. It was hard to find people I know, but I found Janis anyhow. Yay! We found Stevie during intermission getting coffee, who greeted Janis with a spontaneous high-pitched squeal (Stevie, not the coffee). Followed by Janis saying, "I like your hair," and Stevie replying, "I like your necklace," which seems to be a uniquely female way of saying, "Nice to see you too." Nonetheless, Janis was a bit apprehensive about mingling with people because she no longer goes to RM and felt like an outsider, but I noted that Stevie was enthusiastic enough about seeing her again, and sure enough, anyone she encountered greeted her with spontaneous high pitched squeals. List for Blackmail: Elissa, Ranwa, Meg, Ruchita, but Not Dena, who didn't squeal.

About the actual play.

It was very good. I've been noticing that KrebPlays are noticably different from BeckerPlays in that KrebPlays have much simpler sets. The lighting was like 90% of the set.. not that that was a bad thing. Yes. Martin and Ruchita can act. People have been saying that Martin is a dark horse actor, but I never thought it was surprising that he can act... he's always done exceptionally in reading plays aloud in English and stuff. I was surprised, though, at Danielle (the girl who plays Ginny)'s amazing acting skillz.. I didn't think she was a Drama type.

*coughnotdorkyenoughcough* ...Joke..

I'm still trying to figure out what Splendor is about. I mean, I know what it's about but not what it's about. It's not a very conventional play in that it has a story. It's more like an "A Year In The Life Of ___" sort or thing. I spent a week trying to figure out what Carousel was about; I'll probably have better luck on this one.

I understand Martin's character except for his random violent outburst that isn't ever explained. And the "Let's kill off random members of his family!" thing. And the fact that seeing his sister in a car with a guy and getting beat up suddenly makes him want to break up with Deanie. Ruchita's character is a bit stranger. So... she tries to kill herself and suddenly hates her parents and feels that she's lost her youth because Bud broke up with her? Okeeeee. Yah, I think she is psycho.

I didn't find the play to be that depressing, actually. Maybe it was because our audience kept laughing in random places.. we started laughing in the dramatic scene when Ruchita is yelling, "TAKE ME!" and getting dragged off stage... that must take a lot of self confidence.

PS: Barry makes for a great preacher.

Did you know that RM has a..Dragon's Heart Gaming Club... what?? I saw the ad in the upper English hallway. It sounds like a D&D club or something. You know it has to be when the ad reads "bring a love for fantasy and adventure" and written in that really campy "medieval" Diablo font.. Either that or Magic.

BTW, speaking of ads, I think that when we're considering what plays to put on, we should come up with plays that have titles that aren't easily turned into obscenities. Sort of how last year there were a bunch of drama posters for the nonexistant plays, "Fags," now we have a bunch of posters promoting, "Splendor in the Ass." I don't know who these people are.. while I was rather offended by the first conversion, this year I sort of admire their ingenuity.

New Fine Lines ads are up with photo-realistic outlines of people I know. It's creepy. I went to Fine Lines yesterday for the first time. Like English class, it seems rather pretentious.

Acting is not such a great an art relative to reacting, that amazing ability of good actors to stand there with appropriate expressions on their faces while their co-stars are emoting. Anyone with decent hamming abilities can shout in anger or cry in despair, but it takes great(er) acting ability form an expression of utmost terror or the profoundest sympathy all while never saying so much as a word.

It seems like I have not blogged in forever. And when I blog, it's about random shit, not about stuff that happens in my life.

Um, school is over. FINALLY. It hasn't really felt like summer cuz I keep going to school for various reasons, like my mom bitching about CAS forms. I'm not that incompetent, it's just that I don't care.

(you know all this. bear with me- this is just for the official record)

King's Dominion. HOOAH. It was as hot as shit, so I was actually feeling icky and soaked even without the water rides but then it rained. Hard. Like, pouring buckets. We had been planning on going on the water rides in the afternoon, but the rain sort of killed those plans. Roooolllleer coaaastersss.

Hurler- first coaster, wooden, fairly tame- Nick should've gone on this one.

Grizzly- po' Nick. I have a feeling he smashed his hip against the side because my fat ass was shoved up right next to him.

Rebel Yell, backwards, but the suspense was sort of ruined in that you knew you were going to go downhill when you ceased feeling like you were going uphill.

Shock Wave- stood in the front with Christine at her insistence (I guess she really trusts Jesus), got my head smacked against the dumb metal headrests, and since there were two cars on the track, had to wait for like 10 minutes after the ride before we could actually get out.. blegh. Puffy actually got stuck on it, and got gift certificates for his trouble. You know, Puffy had never been on a coaster before the trip.

Anaconda-that was sweet, especially the corkscrews. We went on it twice. The going underwater thing wasn't as cool as I thought it would be. I heard Julia or someone flashed the camera...).

Didn't go on the Outer Limits (You didn't miss anything, Jen) since the line was too long, and the same with the Volcano (Puffy's first coaster, which he said was lame- I don't buy it) when it reopened after the storm. Took one look at the Berserker going upside down in dreadfully slow circles and ran away, making some white lie about there not being enough time to go on it. Which happened to be true.

I used to be rather terrified of roller coasters because they were rather ominous- you'd have the creaking of the chains as they dragged the cart up the first hill and you could look down and be like, aw shit, why am I here? And then you'd be motionless for a second before you'd fall... I didn't really like the metal roller coasters as much because they'd seem too fast, because you couldn't hear things rattling or feel the turning motions because everything was so smooth. But still. Apparently the HyperSonic XL is the 9th fastest roller coaster in the US. I still don't think I could go on it. I wanted to go on the Skyflyer, but it was hella expensive.

Some wholesome noncoaster things. The Flying Eagle, which was like a swing ride except in carts, and I said it felt like being on a landspeeder and Nick said I was a dork. Quiet, you. And we went on the carousel (wheee!!!) which didn't go on for as long as I'd like, but it was still cool. The Eiffel Tower, which was nice and windy, and made me heightsick. Swing ride thing, which I remember from being little and crying because I was too short to go on it for two years straight. Took pictures on it, but it was starting to rain (read: storm) and the ride was cut short. And it lit up after I was on it. And the funnel cakes were good, and the food was good (but incredibly overpriced), and it was incredibly cool playing bumper cars, as long as you didn't crash into anyone head on, which was painful. I won a frog! Froggie! From throwing a ball into a basket. yup. So did Dipa. Hers was a different color. Played some skiball and lost pathetically, DDR (mostly watched it). Yup.

Shakespeare Free For All, which basically consisted of people not talking to me. Picnic was sort of excruciating, since it seemed like if people had a choice not to talk to me, they made it. It seems that the more people Nick or Alex invite to a social occasion, the more lonely I am. But the play was good, and it was nice being in an ampitheater with the IWBA. Making snide comments. BARDFU! I was pleased that I understood it. I think we should dub a term for "theater beautiful," which is a lot different from "tv ugly." TV characters who are "ugly" are just pretty people in glasses, but people on stage who're beautiful are often saggy middle aged women with make-up on playing teenagers.

Um, my DDR party, which was mostly other people playing DDR, but it was still fun. I'm afraid the stomping probably has made my house structurally instable. Except for picking up Silvia's socks when it was over. And my sisters and their husbands coming over later for the belated Father's Day party. Lots of food, talking about stuff. Wondering who I'm going to get married off to. Joy.

My IB English training notes that it must be deep deep symbolism that a gay guy was chosen to play the Devil in Damn Yankees.
Or MAYBE... Steven Shema is just really really good.

Real life is nothing like English. Thank God.

Down with English.