Day 655: Countdown to the end of summer
Aug. 11th, 2008 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzMonday. I leave on Thursday. It's getting scary. Today was pretty chill. I read, I worked on scale mail (which I've been doing inside out and must redo, but it'll be all right) and I did chores. I went and bought my sister's birthday present. I took a nap. And then dad and I went up to Cedar to see some Shakespeare. It still makes me sad that I didn't get to see Othello (totally one of my favorite tragedies) but going with dad is always cool. We stopped by Sei's to drop off some Christmas lights for Ericka and sundry others to decorate with as they so choose and also to grab my DS, which I had mistakenly (and horribly) abandoned there my last weekend up. Then we went to get tickets - and got some good seats, totally randomly, for a good price. I was totally jazzed - we got lucky. And then we went to see the Green Show. We ran into TJ, who was sitting with Trapp (who was there to sigh at his lady love, the awesome Ryan of the Cloud Strife hair, who works selling pastries). I had good times watching the dancing and singing (plus it's always fun to get some eye candy by way of Ian) and ribbing dad about English traditions. They sang Drunken Sailor, which dad and I both grew up with, and we merrily sang along. Also, Scum and Ratsby did an Elizabethan version of "Who's on First", the classic Abbot and Costello. I laughed. Dad was amused. Pretty must everyone under the age of ten was confused.
The play was pretty good. Some strange women sitting beside us chatted with us a bit. I really liked Valentine, both as a character and an actor. (We saw Two Gentlemen of Verona.) I preferred Julia over Sylvia, mostly because Julia was witty and funny. Sylvia was a great actress and had a most noble character, but she was a bit...boring. Proteus was a chump and I was totally waiting for Valentine to kick him in the face. Lance was funny, as was Crab the dog. I felt like a total nerd for being able to tell the difference between a fool written for Will Kemp and a fool written for Robert Armin. Yeah, that's how nerdy I am. I think this is the first time I've seen the Will Kemp fool with a dog, though. The dog with Will Kemp fools is pretty optional in the later comedies featuring the Will Kemp fool, and this was the first time I'd seen the dog. Which was cute and well-trained. Turio was pretty despicable, but the actor was amazing, playing such a campy character so utterly straight that I couldn't help but be horrified at what a freak he was. I thought Sylvia's father was overacted a bit, but then that can be expected for some characters.
The best part was the car ride home. Dad and I had a long chat. Even though he wasn't around for the majority of my adolescence and we don't always see eye to eye and I see more of my mother in me every day (though not in the usual ways mothers live on through their daughters), I do have a lot of Dad in me. I inherited most of my intellect and love of literature and history from him. (Though both of us love both subjects, neither of us uses either of them in our chosen professions.) I also earned my rationality from my dad, which puzzles my mother to no end. (She still can't figure out why I'm so bizarrely rational. She thinks books did it to me. Maybe they did. But Dad did it too.) I'm going to miss him immensely. We don't always see eye-to-eye, and his stubborn belief that pretty much every cool person ever was also a good Christian puzzles me, but I love him a lot, and I'm going to be sad without him. I'm going to miss mom as well, because she is a constant comfort and presence, but the older I get the more I appreciate my dad, and it makes me sad that I won't have nearly as much time with him as I did when I was younger.
Also, I am very tired of little white girl-children who stare at me everywhere I go. In the stores, wandering around campus after the Green show, at restaurants. I want to ask them if their parents never taught them to stare - obviously their parents were remiss in such lessons - but I usually refrain, because parents, no matter how abysmal their discipline of their children, take great offense when someone else tries to discipline their obnoxious offspring. I know Cedar City is a small town, but really, the staring becomes tiresome.
The play was pretty good. Some strange women sitting beside us chatted with us a bit. I really liked Valentine, both as a character and an actor. (We saw Two Gentlemen of Verona.) I preferred Julia over Sylvia, mostly because Julia was witty and funny. Sylvia was a great actress and had a most noble character, but she was a bit...boring. Proteus was a chump and I was totally waiting for Valentine to kick him in the face. Lance was funny, as was Crab the dog. I felt like a total nerd for being able to tell the difference between a fool written for Will Kemp and a fool written for Robert Armin. Yeah, that's how nerdy I am. I think this is the first time I've seen the Will Kemp fool with a dog, though. The dog with Will Kemp fools is pretty optional in the later comedies featuring the Will Kemp fool, and this was the first time I'd seen the dog. Which was cute and well-trained. Turio was pretty despicable, but the actor was amazing, playing such a campy character so utterly straight that I couldn't help but be horrified at what a freak he was. I thought Sylvia's father was overacted a bit, but then that can be expected for some characters.
The best part was the car ride home. Dad and I had a long chat. Even though he wasn't around for the majority of my adolescence and we don't always see eye to eye and I see more of my mother in me every day (though not in the usual ways mothers live on through their daughters), I do have a lot of Dad in me. I inherited most of my intellect and love of literature and history from him. (Though both of us love both subjects, neither of us uses either of them in our chosen professions.) I also earned my rationality from my dad, which puzzles my mother to no end. (She still can't figure out why I'm so bizarrely rational. She thinks books did it to me. Maybe they did. But Dad did it too.) I'm going to miss him immensely. We don't always see eye-to-eye, and his stubborn belief that pretty much every cool person ever was also a good Christian puzzles me, but I love him a lot, and I'm going to be sad without him. I'm going to miss mom as well, because she is a constant comfort and presence, but the older I get the more I appreciate my dad, and it makes me sad that I won't have nearly as much time with him as I did when I was younger.
Also, I am very tired of little white girl-children who stare at me everywhere I go. In the stores, wandering around campus after the Green show, at restaurants. I want to ask them if their parents never taught them to stare - obviously their parents were remiss in such lessons - but I usually refrain, because parents, no matter how abysmal their discipline of their children, take great offense when someone else tries to discipline their obnoxious offspring. I know Cedar City is a small town, but really, the staring becomes tiresome.
