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I'm all packed (hey, it took about 15 minutes... I don't overdo it like my mom does). After having read Kyoht's rants for the third or so time, read Swiftpaw's a couple more times, and cruised around the profiles of the werelist, I'm pretty fed up. People are such posers. And fakers. And wannabes. I'm almost glad I won't be able to read their stuff for a week.
Yeah, I'm about to forgo computer access for a week, so I'll be pretty much unreachable until I get back. We're gonna do some cool shtuf: Les Mis on Broadway, Tosca at the Met, NY Philharmonic (I dunno what they're playing). On the other end of the spectrum, we're gonna play our Barber and Rachmaninov at NYU (I think) and the Brooklyn School of Music. Should be interesting. I'm renting a cello over there because it's less expensive than buying a hard case to fly mine up. We're tight on money (Mama's in California doing the lawsuit and David just got back from Europe/Africa doing other business stuff, which hasn't come through yet). I oughta take my own bow, though... just in case. My suitcase isn't excessively full. Lessee... sketchbook, three or four novels, Name That Book book, amuletry bag, toothbrush etc bag, clothes, schol bag; that's about it. Pencils! Lots and lots of pencils. I'd take my Afri icon, but I'm scared to lose it, and I don't want all my roommates asking questions (we're ten to a room; there are about a hundred people in the PVA symphony). I'll just draw him excessively.
Which brings up another subject related to Kyoht's rants: why the heck are people just suddenly deciding to poof! make up a spirit guide, based on reading the House of Were comics? It's a serious thing, people. I knew about Afri a long, long time before I ever heard of Kyoht, and it was only at Nia's suggestion that I realized he probably corresponded to the Coyote character in the comic. I was pretty worried about myself when I thought I had some guy living in my head (no, I don't hear voices, but it's like I know a guy who doesn't exist). I was accepting guidance from him, though I didn't know that was what I was doing, I thought I must be making him up. I even roleplayed him to my friends, pretending he was physical. That was a mistake. He's personal, I was being idiotic, and I may have damaged a relationship beyond repair. I was messed up, but now I know, and it's better, because it's like haveing a really attractive, inquisitive, charismatic god for a best friend: always will forgive you, will make everything all right, will love you no matter what. I decided in my characterization of him in my story to make him gay, because I just don't think of him like a GUY guy, more like a brother, and I couldn't stand it if somebody else fell in love with him and took his primary attentions away from ME. So he's the perfect, unattainable, epitome of masculinity: protective, chivalrous, polite, and intelligent. I don't like to think I need taking care of, but he'll take care of me.
Anyway, that was random. There was a point in there somewhere. Ah, yes. I'm going away, so bye Nia, Ally, Ev. Hope to play over spring break when I get back. I'm getting back Tuesday evening/afternoon.
Yeah, I'm about to forgo computer access for a week, so I'll be pretty much unreachable until I get back. We're gonna do some cool shtuf: Les Mis on Broadway, Tosca at the Met, NY Philharmonic (I dunno what they're playing). On the other end of the spectrum, we're gonna play our Barber and Rachmaninov at NYU (I think) and the Brooklyn School of Music. Should be interesting. I'm renting a cello over there because it's less expensive than buying a hard case to fly mine up. We're tight on money (Mama's in California doing the lawsuit and David just got back from Europe/Africa doing other business stuff, which hasn't come through yet). I oughta take my own bow, though... just in case. My suitcase isn't excessively full. Lessee... sketchbook, three or four novels, Name That Book book, amuletry bag, toothbrush etc bag, clothes, schol bag; that's about it. Pencils! Lots and lots of pencils. I'd take my Afri icon, but I'm scared to lose it, and I don't want all my roommates asking questions (we're ten to a room; there are about a hundred people in the PVA symphony). I'll just draw him excessively.
Which brings up another subject related to Kyoht's rants: why the heck are people just suddenly deciding to poof! make up a spirit guide, based on reading the House of Were comics? It's a serious thing, people. I knew about Afri a long, long time before I ever heard of Kyoht, and it was only at Nia's suggestion that I realized he probably corresponded to the Coyote character in the comic. I was pretty worried about myself when I thought I had some guy living in my head (no, I don't hear voices, but it's like I know a guy who doesn't exist). I was accepting guidance from him, though I didn't know that was what I was doing, I thought I must be making him up. I even roleplayed him to my friends, pretending he was physical. That was a mistake. He's personal, I was being idiotic, and I may have damaged a relationship beyond repair. I was messed up, but now I know, and it's better, because it's like haveing a really attractive, inquisitive, charismatic god for a best friend: always will forgive you, will make everything all right, will love you no matter what. I decided in my characterization of him in my story to make him gay, because I just don't think of him like a GUY guy, more like a brother, and I couldn't stand it if somebody else fell in love with him and took his primary attentions away from ME. So he's the perfect, unattainable, epitome of masculinity: protective, chivalrous, polite, and intelligent. I don't like to think I need taking care of, but he'll take care of me.
Anyway, that was random. There was a point in there somewhere. Ah, yes. I'm going away, so bye Nia, Ally, Ev. Hope to play over spring break when I get back. I'm getting back Tuesday evening/afternoon.
