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a night to remember
Aug. 11th, 2004 09:29 pmHappy birthday, Sterling!
Lots of people's birthdays are cropping up. August 4th was my dad's, the 6th, my grandmother's, the 7th, my mum's, and the 10th, Sophia's. We got to go up to the City to see "The Lion King" which was an absolutely amazing production. It's not exactly a musical as the music is rather untraditional (in a good way, mind you) and has a lot of African elements to it (obviously). The puppets, the sets, and the costumes were astounding, and after awhile I didn't know where to look because there's just so much going on. Unfortunately I kept thinking about the whole hero cycle thing and found way too many Freudian influences---gah, evil I&S. And Sophia's parents had to sit in a different section in the same row from us because there was a mix up with the tickets. We had really good seats, just close enough to the stage but not too close. However, there was this rude obese bozo sitting next to Sophia who made the original fuss about the seats (it's all a great view, for crying out loud), and let's just say that he had some body odor problems. I have a lousy sense of smell but I could still smell him; that's how bad it was. But after a few minutes I didn't really notice him so much, except that Sophia sort of sat in my seat for the first act because he was crowding her out. Thankfully for the second act his wife swapped seats. Earlier during dinner Sophia and I were trying to find the best ways to make houses of sugar packets, which is actually quite entertaining. Taking that architecture class when I was in 3rd grade actually was somewhat useful. I haven't sketched anything in ages, surprisingly enough.
We got home at about midnight and talked until 4:15 in the morning. It was an absolutely lovely conversation that I wouldn't be able to have with anyone else. There are some people that you can say just about anything to, and you feel completely comfortable with them and them with you. I love things like that. I finally got to say some things that I had wanted to talk about with someone. She was really interested in Cathy, but even now I don't like talking about her very much, but in a way I do. It's very hard to explain. It was really nice for someone to actually be interested in what's going on with my life. Funnily enough, she wants me to set her up with taity. Ha, ha, ha. Auzzies rock, even if they like their beer a little too much.
I suddenly wish that I could say that I'm from Hong Kong or Switzerland or Canada or any other place except the US right now, specifically California. I am still absorbing the fact that Ah-nuld is the governor. I love this state, really, but I just don't like all of the perceptions associated with it if you're female. A lot of my international friends like to make fun of Valley girl speak, and if they actually heard what I tend to say on a normal basis I might very well turn into a blonde surfer airhead. Eeek. Like, *omigod*! If college-aged women in New Zealand spend lots of time worrying about sounding like a Valley girl, then I'm pretty much sunk. Like, wow.
I have an irrational fear of being forgotten at the moment.
Lots of people's birthdays are cropping up. August 4th was my dad's, the 6th, my grandmother's, the 7th, my mum's, and the 10th, Sophia's. We got to go up to the City to see "The Lion King" which was an absolutely amazing production. It's not exactly a musical as the music is rather untraditional (in a good way, mind you) and has a lot of African elements to it (obviously). The puppets, the sets, and the costumes were astounding, and after awhile I didn't know where to look because there's just so much going on. Unfortunately I kept thinking about the whole hero cycle thing and found way too many Freudian influences---gah, evil I&S. And Sophia's parents had to sit in a different section in the same row from us because there was a mix up with the tickets. We had really good seats, just close enough to the stage but not too close. However, there was this rude obese bozo sitting next to Sophia who made the original fuss about the seats (it's all a great view, for crying out loud), and let's just say that he had some body odor problems. I have a lousy sense of smell but I could still smell him; that's how bad it was. But after a few minutes I didn't really notice him so much, except that Sophia sort of sat in my seat for the first act because he was crowding her out. Thankfully for the second act his wife swapped seats. Earlier during dinner Sophia and I were trying to find the best ways to make houses of sugar packets, which is actually quite entertaining. Taking that architecture class when I was in 3rd grade actually was somewhat useful. I haven't sketched anything in ages, surprisingly enough.
We got home at about midnight and talked until 4:15 in the morning. It was an absolutely lovely conversation that I wouldn't be able to have with anyone else. There are some people that you can say just about anything to, and you feel completely comfortable with them and them with you. I love things like that. I finally got to say some things that I had wanted to talk about with someone. She was really interested in Cathy, but even now I don't like talking about her very much, but in a way I do. It's very hard to explain. It was really nice for someone to actually be interested in what's going on with my life. Funnily enough, she wants me to set her up with taity. Ha, ha, ha. Auzzies rock, even if they like their beer a little too much.
I suddenly wish that I could say that I'm from Hong Kong or Switzerland or Canada or any other place except the US right now, specifically California. I am still absorbing the fact that Ah-nuld is the governor. I love this state, really, but I just don't like all of the perceptions associated with it if you're female. A lot of my international friends like to make fun of Valley girl speak, and if they actually heard what I tend to say on a normal basis I might very well turn into a blonde surfer airhead. Eeek. Like, *omigod*! If college-aged women in New Zealand spend lots of time worrying about sounding like a Valley girl, then I'm pretty much sunk. Like, wow.
I have an irrational fear of being forgotten at the moment.
