| 006. oh what a circus, oh what a show. |
[07 Mar 2011|09:48am] |
[warded to Lyra]Dances and balls are antiquated mating rituals, only kept in place out of a mass glorification and fetishization of stifling gender roles, female objectification and subjugation, and macrocosmically, oppression of women and anyone who wants to flout the system and its prescriptions for life.
That being said — do you want to go with me and turn our purported appearance into the performance art piece of the decade?
( warded to Albus. )
I guess the trend is listing random facts about ourselves and what we want, now?
1. I'm left-handed, too. My grandfather took this as a sign of me being a weak link in the chain and threatened to beat it out of me. I was four.
2. I want to travel. More than I already have, I mean. Most of the family holidays have been to the country or otherwise off the path of most people's adventures — or they've been to urban centers, but strictly limited to places like museums and monuments, basically wherever my parents could keep their eyes on me. I want to go to Istanbul and really see it, and get lost in Venice and Florence and Rome instead of shepherded from one famous place to another, and Moscow — oh, Merlin, Moscow, St Petersburg, and Berlin are at the top of my list.
3. There is only one person I'd ever legitimately marry, and unfortunately for me, he's been dead for a while. (Federico Garcia Lorca. Poet. Look him up.)
4. I have a drag queen alter ego. Her name is Anne T. Social, but it was almost Ursula Troschus and another option that I'll reveal to curious parties under wards beause this is supposed to be, like, community building or something and not "Scorpius gets points docked again because he swears like a two sickle hooker and makes sex puns."
5. I know it's just ripe for mockery because I know that I'm really obnoxious about it ... but I do live and breathe theatre. The stage, and the surrounding environs (I'm not the best at technical things that aren't costume design, but I love trying to get a handle on the non-performance parts of the theatre) ... At the risk of sounding like those trite motivational stories in Teen Witch Weekly, the theatre really is the only place I've felt at home, and if that's wrong, then I don't want to be right.
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| 005. blame it on the juice, got you feelin' loose. |
[03 Mar 2011|08:56pm] |
[warded against professors and students below 5th yr. (Scorpius says look! he's being RESPONSIBLE.)]“Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.”Oscar Wilde.
Let's all play a game, eh? Comment here, and you'll get three people's names (from me first, then from anyone else who wants to chime in), and you have to decide who you'd kill, who you'd fuck shag, and who you'd marry. Hypothetically and all that, you know. Not for real. Because killing people for real would be a very evil thing and murder's just not good for anybody.
Bonus points if you explain WHY you pick the way you do. Double bonus points for creative descriptions of what you'd do to whom.
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| 004. do you know where the wild roses grow? |
[23 Feb 2011|10:57pm] |
( warded to Albus. )
so there's this rhyme I learned at summer stock, and I think everyone here (myself included) could stand to learn from it:
Whether you're black or white, Christian or Jew
Someone will always make fun of you
Asian or Arab or Indigenous-ese
Just remember: people suck.
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| 003. e'rrbody in the club get tipsy. |
[22 Feb 2011|02:32pm] |
Food for thought: “The formula 'two plus two equals five' is not without its attractions.” (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
“The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers.” (William S. Burroughs)
[warded to Al]Someone left me aqua glitter. Well. The tube says "turquoise," but the colour itself looks more aqua. I have a decent idea who the someone was, but it doesn't really matter, practically. Just you watch — it'll be a one-time thing, and you know what? Even if it isn't, then it's not going to stop everyone else in her position. Whatever, I'll handle it. And you get a different food for thought, because you're special: “Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.” (Leonard Cohen)
Maybe it's just the increasing proximity to the hols, but I'm feeling gloomy — but not enough to go for black hair just yet. Want to help me pick a colour?
[warded to Xavier]So, are you going soft in the heart (head?), did she give you drugged cupcakes, or are you just having problems getting in her knickers? Or what?
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| 002. be a hussy, be a vamp. |
[14 Feb 2011|08:06pm] |
( warded private to self. )
Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are---
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."Ulysses," Alfred, Lord Tennyson. [warded against professors & students 4th year and younger]So. Victoria got me ever so curious and now I just have to ask: what are your opinions on the concept of soul-mates, O journalling public (such as it is within the confines of the school)? Do they exist? Does everybody have one? What is YOUR soulmate like (hypothetically speaking in most cases, and perhaps not in others)? Do you think you'll ever find him/her/hir? Where, when, go into details?
To make this clear at the outset: I don't believe in soul-mates, but concede that they MIGHT be real and that, if they are, I don't have one. I'm a slut when I have the opportunity to be and I'm not at all ashamed of that. Getting tied down is like trying to keep a dragon in a cage — it's not a smart plan for anybody who wants to live to see their old age and all it'll do is get me pissy, which wouldn't be fair on the hypothetical soul-mate, now would it, if he was one of the sorts who expects monogamy. Sex is not a sacrilege, and I don't let anybody tell me what to do or who I can't.
But I'm curious. So, what do the rest of you people think about soul-mates?
Section of poetry is unrelated. I just felt like having a little Tennyson tonight.
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| 001. the serpent under't. |
[11 Feb 2011|06:41pm] |
An update on the Drama Club — I've got a meeting with Prof. Vain and Shacklebolt soon. She's still not sure I'm serious about this, but rest assured: I very much am. This place made headway with the Art Club getting founded but not everyone wants to get involved with this. If it's handled in a safe manner what is really the problem, people? Besides. It's edifying. It could build community, or get people outside their comfort zones, or some other things that are supposed to be good and that we're supposed to be looking to do. So one production was a disaster. Why should that have any impact on the future, am I right?
Besides that. Macbeth — which is one of the plays I'm proposing for this year, mind you. The other might've been a musical but since Kiss Me Kate got UNFAIRLY REJECTED last year? Not taking my chances with someone getting his/her/hir administrational panties all twisted up over trying to put on something like Sweeney Todd or The Pirates of Penzance — ANYWAY. Macbeth is totally educational. It's a classic, it's by England's national treasure playwright, it has something in it for everybody — INCLUDING (and I'm sure you're not expecting this because the play's a TRAGEDY) an incredibly hilarious and erudite moment of COMEDY. YES, COMEDY.
And yes, everybody dies and Shakespeare had no idea what real magic was like, but seriously. It's sort of hilarious, how he handles the witches without knowing about magic, and really he's not being OFFENSIVE, he's mocking his contemporaries and their ludicrous ideas of what witchcraft was. Plus, the scenes are fantastic. So excuse me if I completely fail to see why we SHOULDN'T have a student-run production of Macbeth.
We still need a fucking sex ed course, mind, so getting my way on this wouldn't make everything perfect. But first the Board of Directors needs to get their heads out of their collective ass to make that happen, and CONSIDERING THE DIRECTORS I KNOW? That's not happening in our lifetimes, friends.
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