ew. these are my profile status updates on facebook from last night.

Kinzie is DONE DONE DONE DONE (and tired). 8:04am

Kinzie is 8/10. 7:08am

Kinzie is 7/10. 6:16am

Kinzie is 6/10. 5:55am

Kinzie is oops i skipped 4. back to 5/10. 5:09am

Kinzie is 6/10. 5:05am

Kinzie is 5/10. 4:13am

Kinzie is 3/10. 3:16am

Kinzie is 2/10. 2:06am

Kinzie is 1/10. 1:14am





TIME TO GO TO CLASS!

spellcheck

HAHAHAHAHAHA

MSWord wants to turn Hrotsvit into Horseshit.

Wouldn't that be an interesting way to see if Ellen actually read the paper?

NyQuill at night

I think this is only my third ballnanzadotcom post and it is about NyQuill. The two experiences I have previously had with it have been rather disastrous.

1. Kinzie gave it to me before the freshman year holiday party and I had to go home early because I was so out of it. On the bright side, I think it made me drop into the character of Tom Mitchell in a whole new way.
2. Earlier this year where I actually took it at night and had the weirdest dreams ever and woke up more confused than I have ever been.
3. 10 minutes ago. Who knoooowwwwssss what will happen next. I am sitting here expecting to all of a sudden get totally tripped out as if I were on shroooooommmmmsss or something. But I know that's not going to happen because it's just NyQuill.

I LOVE CELLOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

Some Things

1. There is a manboyman chewing tobacco at my table at Grainger, the library where I'm attempting to write my paper. He keeps spitting into a can and it makes a plop noise. NOT okay.

2. Charlie Lubeck, in response to my facebook message to the freshman about the Freshman Skit, reminded me that there is a new faculty member to make fun of: the one, the only Robert Ramirez. I hope someone can do his accent (or lack thereof?) really well. Ana has a dece imitation.

3. He just spit again. It's still not okay.

4. I had a good time on my date today. Maybe I'm not a lesbian? Or maybe.

EDIT
5. Aforementioned spitter just asked me if I have a graphing calculator on me. Which I don't. But that's such a normal question to ask 'round these parts. Kind of like asking if someone in Krannert has ... a Complete Works. Or a yoga mat. Or some feelings.

EDIT #2 (there might be a few of these tonight)
6. I just got a nice text from Frantz/Franz. He wants to give me a goodbye kiss before he leaves for England. Is that significant? As in, too significant? Hmmm... I will continue to ponder over the next few hours as I begin to write my paper. Papes.

7. Gerberga might have to be a common word in my vocabulary henceforth. That's the name of Hrotsvit's advisor/main nun lady. I think it's funny.

EDIT #3
8. Amy, I like your mix CDs. I have several (mine, mine, Annah's) and they are great focusing music. Well played. HAHAHA THAT WAS A PUN. Unintentional, too. I love paronomasia.

EDIT #4
9. Felicia Baude (?) is here. Yep.

10. SPIT SPIT SPIT.

i cry every day

-Today, I took the bus from Krannert to Illinois and Lincoln.
-I have a date with a French man today.
-Where's Guidos?

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long, and forget all we used to know, then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow

this is ridiculous.

i don't even know what to do.

i'm very happy; i'm making progress, on many different things.

quotable

"But... we're just friends, right? I mean, we're cool?"

Poetry

I just found a poem that I heard at Oberlin while I was there. And there's a definite shoutout to furry legs, so I'm a fan. Here it is! (:

There's an acne commercial right now.

I watched way too much
television today so
now I'm mushy-mush.

I have a lot to
say but I'm working in a
mere five hours. Poop.

I guess I'll find a
chance tomorrow to blog re:
vagina poems

and shaving legs. And
I'm having some thoughts. Weird ones.
That consume my brain.

More later, maybe.
Or maybe not. The world may
never know. Boo-yah.

I think I'll sleep now.
What if I left a haiku
unfinished?

wild packs of family dogs

many things

1. i am importing "the moon and antartica" by modest mouse into my itunes now. it's a cd i've wanted for a while. there is a track by them called "lives."

2. i cannot, absolutely cannot live at home this summer. i am sluggish here, and my mom tells me how to drive and then i am a brat even though i know she's just looking out for us.

3. i <3 pumpkin pie

3.5. i finally read "the perks of being a wallflower" after many people have recommended it to me over the years. and it made me sad but i'd also like to carry it around with me in my new beautiful purse that mrs. zerna made.

4. i am so nervous for this coffee i am supposedly going to have with this boy. i gave him my phone number, and he said he would call. if he doesn't, i'll feel stupid. if he does, i'll have no idea what to say to him. i haven't been on one of these things in a while, and i keep almost making up things to say in my head. what the hell am i supposed to say to him? i don't know what to say. i hope he talks a lot. i really, really hope he talks a lot. he seems a little shy. oh, and he is also very cute. he's very very cute. and tall, and laughed when i said i was going to be a dog dressed up as a person for halloween next year, which is how i found out that he seems like an someone i'd like to like, since he laughed at that. that's exactly how i guage boys/men/manboys/young men. i say weird things that i'd say to my friends that people advise me not to say in front of people i'm attracted to and see what they do. and also, if it happens, while it is happening, i don't want him to know how glad i am that it is happening, while it is happening, if it happens. the reason i am glad is because he seems very nice, and i didn't have to do anything at all to get him to find me and ask me, which seems too easy, and which seems just what i wanted to happen, after a year of getting involved with wishy-washy, half-assers who sort of like me but not really and who are incredibly complicated and scary. i mean, this is what is supposed to happen to people who get to know each other. and it happened. which i'm not used to. so basically i know this isn't a big deal but really i'm just scared that he'll sense the nervousness/happiness and get freaked out and think i'm a freak and then never call me again.

4. i miss you two.

i'm a little tips, but mean every word.

xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoooooo

p.s. tonight for dinner, we met my sister & co at this INCREDIBLE crepe place in chicago in andersonville, and they have dinner crepes and desssert crepes, and the crepe that i got had pineapple and pistachios and ricotta cheese and tomatoes and spinach in it and it was SOOOooooOOoooooOoOOOOO good and i wanted a dessert one but we had to rush off to this thing at the noble horse theatre which is right by steppenwolf, and it was "the nutcracker" on horseback and it was incredibly sketchy and weird and like Medieval Times for total creeps/this busload of Amish people who were in attendance. it was SO WEIRD AND I CAN'T WAIT TO TELL ALL OF YOU MO-FO'S ABOUT IT HAHAHHAHAHAHHAA.

thanks for continuing to associate yourselves with me.

i cannot express how much i mean it.

i mean, look at it for what it is, really. here's really what it is:

things that are wrong with me
by amy lipman

1. i am horrible
2. i eat a lot of chocolate all the time
3. i pee if i laugh too hard
4. i cry if i laugh too hard
5. once i think i cried and peed and then laughed at the same time because i'd slipped and fallen down my driveway while walking my dog and i had to pee really bad and then my snowpants stuck to the snow and ice and so i was kind of half sliding, half sticking down the driveway and crying because my butt hurt from falling and then i peed my pants and then i laughed

ok i really should stop typing now, bye

Wah Wahhhhhhh

Hello from Oberlin, Ohio, quaint town of approx. 8,000. Yes, that's right. 8,000. I pretty much met everyone who lives here already. In five minutes. I'm a social networker, that's what I am.

I have had an eventful couple of days. Two days ago, the Northwestern kiddies came to visit. We lifted up a car. We watched Illinois kick some NU butt. The Espresso on Windsor and Duncan didn't know what Yerba Mahte was and tried to steam the cold yerba which resulted in chunky green substance. Unacceptable. Curtis Orchard contained goats that tried to eat me and free samples which I consumed the entirety of (as in, pretzels with dip and I ate all the pretzels and all the dip). That night, I prostituted my body for drinks, kissed my friend's girlfriend to keep away the sexual predators, and talked in French with a sexay French man. Overall, a successful day, yes?

Yesterday, my dad and I talked about our feelings whilst driving to Chicago, I flew on a plane next to two of the most adorable kids ever. They were 7 year old twins. Ethan and Emma. Visiting their grandmother for Thanksgiving. Their Papa died in October. Their birthday is also in October. October 5th. They liked to punch each other and tell me about their favorite music video that they play on their iPod: "Shut up and ...." something. Emma kept singing "Shut up annnnnnnnnnnnnnd-- shut up annnnnnnnnnnd!" I never found out how the rest of the song went.

Upon arrival at Oberlin, I purchased face wash (which I couldn't bring on the plane with me because it was more than 3 oz.) and Cheez-its. I've hung out, met some people, and attended a Trans Awareness open mic/vigil. It was really great and I think I found my new favorite poem there. It's about vaginas and not shaving legs. I'm a fan. Then we got drunk. 3rd night in a row. I'm such a lush.

Today, I went for another meal at Max's co-op. It's the coolest thing ever. Basically, it's like a home-cooked dining hall. Students pay the flat rate for the semester and can go there at any time of day or night to eat food. For meals, people in the co-op are assigned to either cook or clean. I helped clean after today, because the meals are free for guests-- they just ask that you help clean for one of the times you eat. Different people do each meal, and there's such great variety, it's incredible. Max's co-op is vegetarian/vegan. Yesterday, we had squash lasagna and squash soup. Today, we had potato soup (vegan) in vegan bread bowls and vegan scones. Incredible. Last night, at 2 am, Max and I biked there and made omelets with scallions and cheddar cheese. And de-veganized some left over vegan pizza by melting mozzarella on top. Yum.

Anyways, today is Max's crazy class day, so I'm mostly chillin'. I think I'm gonna go to his choir practice at 4:30. Aaaaand then dinner, and then drink again? I don't think my body can handle all of this alchy. Maybe I'll rethink tonight's activities... Maybe I'll go on a date with Hrosvitha. I hear she writes some good plays.

uh uh uh uh

This morning I was backing out of the 705 Elm parking lot, tryin' to get to work and shiiiiiit (I know it's pathetic that I drive to work on Sundays. I feel bad about myself for it), and I see this car sitting in the lot with racing stripes on it.

That really pisses me off.

Get a job, owner of racing stripe car.

Now I'm about to dry my hair since I washed the Jimmy John's stank offa muhself, and I'm going to go to a cafe somewhere to drink coffee and formulate an informational report on Neanderthals.

Thanksgiving is coming. Time to see the Lipmans.

paranomasia

prepare. it's real bad.

"Tatiana Smirnova and Maria Muravieva made leaps and bounds in developing ballet as an art."


ew.

ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- CHANGES

Thank you, David Bowie.

I'm not empty anymore. That is all.

Nature.

empty

I feel empty right now. Bob said that's a valid emotion that we feel a lot more than we realize. Obviously he's right because he is God. I don't feel like writing about this right now because I feel empty about it. Oh the irony. I'm not smiling right now even though I usually am when I find something ironic. I cried while I drove, singing, "Daddy's Son" from Ragtime. Oh, catharsis. Which Peter tried to spell with a K. WRONG.

Basically, I think you should go to this website. Because it's pretty great. I just wasted my time on the site for a bit. I'm going to the bathroom right now. Meh.

www.todolistblog.com

Scroll down a bunch because it's not interesting at first. Yep.

"our country is an adolescent boy."

Right you are, Annah Taryn. Right you are.

Today, the conversation between Annah and I between Dramaturgy and Oral Interp consisted of the state of ambiguity (A.K.A. the common state of spineless and shifty adolescent boys who grow up to run the country) in our country.

So many conversations go like this:

"Oh, hey, I forgot to bring that really, really important thing. I mean, I guess I could go back and get it, but like...I mean..."
"Oh, hey, no it's fine."
"Really? For serious?"
"Yeah, I mean, like...I guess it's fine. I know that you're trying to get into a different country, and you don't have your passport, but I mean...like...I guess it's sort of fine. Let me go check with my boss, hang on."
"Well where should I wait?"
"Ummm...back in your own country, I guess. Like...because...that's where you're from."
"Oh. But like...wouldn't it be ok if I just sort of came in?"

So, I mean...whatever.

And this state of noncommital opinions and dynamics in relationships and day-to-day interactions with other people lead us all to appologize for ourselves, and lead to failure to commit to or assert an opinion.

And my GWS professor told me not to be a wilted violet, so I have to listen to her. Because she's brilliant. And I want to be smart, too.

Perhaps I'm on my way. I really want to be so smart. And some people in Charleston, Illinois want me to come read my paper. Maybe there will even be people who like theatre there. But maybe not. Maybe I am the only person who entered this competition, maybe me and someone who doesn't speak English, and they will just give me five dollars and ask me to leave so they don't have to listen to why I think that Maria Irene Fornes should be in charge of the universe.

I wish I were in a rock and roll band.

People. Lives. Nature.

Several things:
1) I used to hate when I was alone for the night in my apartment. I always joked that it was my chance to be naked but really, I can't do that because there are perpetually creepy construction men outside and we don't have blinds everywhere. But now, I have begun to indulge in it. Not the nakey thing, but just the romanticism of being alone. I'm sitting in my room with the door open and just... being. It's kinda nice.
2) I should not be awake right now. I'm so sleep deprived that it's not even funny. And yet here I am... The last time I went to bed before midnight when I wasn't sick was ... definitely in high school. Maybe even before that. Even when I swam, jumping in the water at 5:30 am, I would stay up til 1. Unacceptable.
3) Unacceptable has been my fav. word of late. And I'm okay with that.
4) No more Mr. Nice Guy, Class of '09. Get ready for it. Mostly, this is referring to Studi09, my classmates who don't know the real me. A lot of other people know the real me, but they don't. Well, fuck you is what I have to say about that. Goodbye Cordelia, hello Goneril.

Then, the real reason for this post: Does it ever happen to you that you see a name/face and know you know a person but don't know why? The name "Brett Witt" popped up in my newsfeed. Recognition flickered the second I saw the name, and moreso when I saw the picture. I know this character. But how? This is terrible. I spent several minutes perusing his facebook profile in hopes of remembrance................. Nothing. And here's the worst part. I feel like maybe I know him because we dated at some point. Or went on a date? Or I was interested in dating him? I mean, he looks like someone I would have wanted to date... But I don't remember! I vaguely sense that I knew him in the context of Espresso-- did we meet there? Did we go there together? WHO IS THIS CHARACTER?

So, Annah and Amy, you peeps know me. Who is he and how do I know him? Photo documentation and facebook stalking available upon request. Just send an SASE to the Theatre Castle with your fingerprints included. I'm going a little crazy here.

Also, what kind of name is that? Brett Witt? Seriously, if your last name is Witt, don't name your kid Brett. Name him... Joseph. Or Samuel. Or Hugh. But not Brett. At least his name isn't Nit? Like, Nit-wit?

I'm going to bed.

I just remembered something Detroit Dunwood said in the elevator the other day during strike:

"My name is Detroit Dunwood and I am Done with this Wood."

Sexual? Hmmm? Hmmm? (He was talking about a flat.)

Great Generic Things

Lives
Nature
Butts dot com

"like, fire, and stuff."

MIMES.

i'll elaborate later

“One of the characteristics of our world is that it is sitting down. Corporeal Mime stands up. It enjoys representing the world, and all those who work with their body... To be in mime is to be a partisan, a partisan of movement in a world sitting down.”- Etienne Decroux.

not funny shit

I wish more people wanted to do things with their lives. Because I feel like a lot of people think they want to, but don't actually do anything about it. And even more people act like they want to, but aren't actually pro-active about it. And then there's me. And, like, two other people. Mayyyyybe three. But that's pushing it.

And that's how I feel about that.