howie will be opening for sting (yes, as the big blue house say, THE STING) on dec. 9 & 10 in colorado. wow...what i find even more astounding is that tickets for sting are $100. ?!?!??!?!?!

but congrats to hd, i guess. he's going to be all big now and forget the little people...which shouldn't be too bothersome because he & management seem to have already forgotten st. michael's...(yes, i'm bitter. unless i hear otherwise, i will be bitter until late tuesday night. deal with it.)

like millions of others, i find myself listening primarily to the beatles or beatles covers today and thanking george for everything he brought to the music world.

he will be missed.

it is officially the one-year anniversary of my blogging career.

happy anniversary to me...

and i'm not fucking around anymore. i emailed jamie tonight. hell, i emailed howie tonight. all i want to know is what the fuck is going on with this show. and i'm not in the mood to deal with stupid idiots.


grrrr. wretched night, so i sleep.

shawn radley is a complete and utter moron! i'm astounded by his unprofessionalism and the fact that he's just completely moronic.

i love how i have to make my comments on eight essays, yet i find myself downloading new music and noticing how shawn conveniently didn't respond to my post on the board even though he was signed on.
c'est la vie. i'll now refer to hd as howie mother-fucking day until i actually hear anything about the show....
in the meantime, riggott seemed to like the ryan cabrera mp3s he listened to. and as for new music i found today--bryan paepka and tom mcrae. not too shabby...
alright, now i really do sleep. promise.

i needed to post this because i connected with it so strongly. it was written by jason over at the big blue house, and it made me cry.

"In Memory"
People come and people go
But how was I to know
That today would be the day
He’d take her away
She had so much left to say
And so much left to give
Her whole life left to live
She was such a beautiful girl
In this ugly world
A star shining bright
In the darkest night
I remember the sound of her laughter
And the comfort found in her eyes
A thought that never dies
For she will always be
Here with me
In memory…
May God be with thee

grrrrrr. not in a people-friendly mood anymore. going to bed.

ah...my weekly rant about "the other publication".

- IF YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE A REVIEW, PUT MORE INTO IT!!!!!! for instance, try doing some research on how to write a review...

- hmm...possible slant to the "the eight" story--smc alumnus is playing hollywood...hmm...

- the photo of maloney was, i will admit, highly amusing. :)

- i have serious objections with anything about graduation because, frankly, i'm not ready to even think about it. ;)

how about "rutland vermont" featured in "the west wing"??? first burlington, then rutland--i swear i must be on that show. martin sheen's practically begging me to be on there, he just doesn't want to look foolish and actually mention my name on air. it's ok, martin baby, you just let me know and i'm there. :)
i'm going on friday to see phil in a play down at the flynn space--if anyone wants to come along, let me know. i'd love to get a group there to support the phil-dog. :) or at least someone else to go with me.

did you know...

i'm bitchier than bethy?

i'm an "experimenter"?

i'm 39% slut?

i'm 50.9% movie pure?

all these and more (well, except the last one) come courtesy of thespark.com

alright, i'm getting worried/angry...why didn't st. michael's get included in the tour updates? i hope shawn lets me know...

beth: "we're going to get kicked out of school for sexual harrassment towards god!"

damn straight, bethy. :)

i think i'm going to submit something to the onion river review this year.

i swear my IM has anti-caleb sensors...every time i start to talk to him, i get booted.

i'm simply going to blame it on the long island iced teas (although they didn't make a damn bit of difference). enough said about that one. the music was great, i had a very fun time, i made a jackass out of myself afterwards, but it was all because of the previously mentioned beverages.

off to red square for a couple drinks and some music. :)

how do you know your child in is the hands of decent, good housemates and friends?

michelle: you'd better look cute tonight!!!!
me: why? is he going to be there?
michelle: yes, he is!
me: did he say anything about me?
michelle: yeah, he said he wants to fuck you like an animal. he wants to feel you from the inside.
me: holding up telephone say hi dad!
michelle: surprised expression uh...hi dad!
dad: tell michelle hi and thanks. i'll let you guys...talk...bye!

michelle called him back to inform him she was quoting lyrics from a song.

hehehehehehe

howie on the 4th has been officially confirmed by riggott. :)

alright, i admit to being random, but this one is just plain odd. last night i had a dream about rider strong. he played shawn hunter on boy meets world back in the day and when i was younger, i was head over heels for him. and, for whatever reason, last night he was in my dream.

now, i've been known to look for updates about former teen crushes of the celebrity variety. i admit that i've looked for information about devon sawa, jonathan brandis, and rider. and it's amusing when i come up with information. but with rider, i hadn't found anything. his website, which i used to visit religiously, hadn't been updated since '97 or something like that.

so today, after this random dream, i decide to visit the website. and, to my utter shock, it had been updated on october 29. and we're not talking just minor update, but complete redesign.

why would i have dreamt about him? now i feel this odd inclination to try to find reruns of boy meets world...aurgh, that which is my random (and, at the moment, very amusing) life.

the fucking network here is driving me crazy. this is the second time i've started to get into good conversations about the basic premise of my research paper and i've been kicked off IM.

caleb, if for whatever reason you've stumbled across this, check your email (both smcmail and etherphyte--i sent you something).

WHAT?!?!? so the word on the street is that scotty's not going to be back with john and the boys...first the whole thing with jamie, which, admittedly, everyone's saying isn't true. but the fact that it was even rumored...now this whole scotty thing (which, according to sources, they announced at the show in wherever-they-played last night). scotty's journal tidbits are funny as hell, he seemed to do a great job (except the whole incident with the set list in june at the paradise, but i digress), and well, i hope he's going to be doing something great, because otherwise, that sucks.

tonight, bethy, michelle, chucky, jen kelly and i had a very in depth discussion about jesus and god. some highlights:

"GUYS! now everytime i go into the chapel, i'm going to be thinking about jesus' erection!"

"dude, jesus was hung like a stallion, and he was crooked--according to the statue."

"are you trying to say that jesus was not capable of getting it up? he was a man, he got erections!"

"the second 'coming' of christ???"

"the 'right hand' of the father???"

"he will judge the living and dead. necrophilia???"

"nonono. god is all AROUND you. there's no way he can be INSIDE you."

"no, god is a woman."

"the reason it says 'he' is because the word doesn't translate. there was no gender. it could be he, she, ram..."
"ram? honey, that's not helping your cause."

"it wouldn't be like that. he would take human form. look at zeus."
"yeah, zeus was all up on that shit."

"GUYS!!! COME ON!!!!"
"come on? good choice of words!"
"AURGH!!!!!"

with that, one of my housemates went to church, another and i went to get alcohol, and the other went to bed.

ah, things are back to normal.

go to the link so you don't think i'm insane. this amused me.

i spanked the money at 400 miles an hour!

you can tell when i'm not writing my paper when...

back to school back to school...to prove to dad i'm not a fool...

back safe and sound. unpacked, cleaned my room, organized my room--turns out it's impossible for me to throw away newspapers--i finally cleaned out everything (think drawers and cubby holes) and had papers dating back to the first weekend i was here this semester...craziness.

but now i don't want to work on my paper...trying to find something to do to kill some time. bethy and i already cleaned out the refrigerator--we get the gold stars for that one, with all of the random shit that was in there...crikey.

went shopping with my mother after work tonight for something to wear to the winter social. for whatever reason, everything i tried on had glitter involved. and pulling dresses on and off over and over, thus rubbing glitter all over ones face...by the end of it, my the tip of my nose was red because it was scratched from the damn glitter...and nothing to show for it (as of yet. will find something at some point before next saturday)

thanksgiving was nice. relaxing. i wound up falling asleep on my aunt's couch by the fireplace as i tried to read shaw. whoops. but i felt great afterwards.

the rest of the week was work. my legs are exhausted from running all over the place, but hey. made money, i guess. and it was good to see my family. :) i just need to get back to school to get my work done--and i am going to be back there by noon tomorrow (i hope...)

the grind...gotta love it...

"ghost" was on dawson's tonight. it was the first time i watched the show this season. i was exceptionally excited once i heard the opening strains of the song. i was bouncing up and down in excitement. i know, pathetic, so shush.

my school email's down and i'm pissed. i don't know when kirk was going to email me back about my paper...

i was at work at 9 a.m. today. once again, i couldn't sleep. i don't know where this insomnia is coming from, but i'm not a fan...

and tomorrow is turkey day. alyx came up with tommy, and we're all going to my aunt's house. so it'll be me, tom, alyx, mom, dad, grams, uncle tom, aunt pam, uncle steve, casey, and the original chloe in my family. time to eat turkey, relax, and talk about randomness with family members.

i just can't think about the fact that i have to write my fucking paper...

dispatch was pretty decent--although the crowd seemed to consist of more 16-year-olds than actual college students...i wasn't in the greatest of concert moods, but i was able to enjoy the music.

i swear i am a merchandiser's wet dream. i went into the show planning on buying a shirt. then i changed my mind about that, so i wasn't going to buy anything. then i figured i'd buy the bands for america cd, because it goes to a good cause and has a number of bands i enjoy. with that in mind, i walked up to the merch table, put down my money, and walked away with the cd and a dispatch poster (to add to my ridiculous collection). i have no willpower. also no money--but as i've said before, i might be poor, but i have a great music collection.

i'm now listening to wwpv, maloney, christopher, and collin are playing dj. but i have a feeling i'm going to turn them off shortly. i don't really want to listen to one of them right now.

i knew that room for squares was reviewed in this week's rolling stone (note to self, pick up a copy), but i had no idea that he had a photo archive there!!!!

i have to do more research on my paper, but that will be over break. kirk will just have to deal--i've done the best i could thus far.

i go home tomorrow...it's always odd, going back to the homestead, but it'll be nice to be away from responsibilities here for awhile.

but tonight i focus on the fact that dispatch is playing in ross. excited me!!!!

vickie research paper update 2:

doublespaced, bookman font. on page 6. need to research more greek plays, still need to talk about mighty aphrodite, the contender, star wars, raiders of the lost ark?

so still fucked.

vickie research paper update 1:

i'm so fucked.

went over to the 300s last night. most of my favorite people were there, and michelle and i brought my black bag stuffed full with drinks--boones, mike's, schmirnoff, stoli, sprite, and absolut. around 1 or 2, megan started a pool for people who wanted dominos breadsticks--10 of us chipped in and ordered. then, a group of us started to play drinking jenga, which morphed into a big game of "never have i ever", which i hadn't played in awhile, so it was amusing.
michelle showed me just why she makes an amazing friend.
saw some people i haven't really seen all semester, which was nice. i gave andy some shit for my birthday--good as it was to see him last night, i'm still pissed about his reasons for not going out to dinner with us, and i'm not going to forget it.
around 4, a group of 15 of us or so trekked from meg's over to the field across from the east entrance to campus. there was already a sizable crowd gathered there, lying huddled in groups, standing, sitting in lawn chairs. people were offering each other beers, others were smoking--just everyone gathered for relaxation under the stars.
the leonids meteor shower was beautiful. the sky, which was clear all night, had become sprinkled with fluffy clouds, which seemed to glow in the night sky. they were racing by, but the stars seemed to move more than the clouds did. when a meteor burned across the sky, everyone on the field shouted and laughed. some meteors were quick flashes in the corner of my eye, while others burned so bright they left a long trail and glowed there for a second, temorarily burned into my vision. my mind flashed back to sophomore year, watching phil-dog, christopher, and collin rehearse "picasso at the lapin agile", when picasso (phil-dog) says, "i want to leave a trail, a long string of fire, so bright it leaves an imprint on your mind" or something like that.
initially, i sat by myself, looking up at the stars, but eventually, i found myself keeping warm with baz, liz and phil. i left around 5:15 or so and trudged back to my room, where i fell into the deep, intoxicated sleep that weekends provide, waking up today at 2:30 in the afternoon.
i have a 20-page research paper to write. wish me luck.

the meteors were beautiful. more later. drunk, cold, thus incapable of feeling my fingers.

this tickles me.

playing - coldplay, you only live twice (live)

if all goes the way i want it to tonight, i'll be able to finally bring all of the little strings of my life lately together. my luck, however, they'll all get tangled into one big knot.

c'est la vie...at least things will be out in the open, right?

yeah, i think a trip to the bevy is definitely going to be necessary. aurgh!

for some reason, i haven't gotten a response from alexa yet. i wonder why.

hehehehe...is this bad of me?

alexa--thank you for the email alerting me to the fact that i was, in fact, not a winner. i will thank you for the brief moments of excitement weqx brought me--in classic form, i was having a wretched day, and i thought that winning the contest was the one spot of sunshine in an otherwise dreary day. but, at least i know that i did not win now, as opposed to on the 20th, when i would have been looking forward to seeing ben folds (one of my favorite artists), and then after driving down to clifton park, being told it was an error.
eqx is my favorite radio station, and while i'm away at college, i'm thankful to be able to access the website and listen to my favorite djs (especially alex taylor!!!). thank you for your prompt correction and i look forward to listen to the station very soon.

thank you again,
victoria

let's see if my talent at fiction is as good as i hope. >:)

i returned home from a rather disappointing rane show at the coffeehouse to see this:

Congratulations! You're a Club-EQX winner for Ben Folds Big Ticket Thursday! You've won a pair of tickets to see Ben Folds Tuesday, November 20th at Northern Lights in Clifton Park, NY. Your name will be on the guestlist at the door. Be sure to bring photo ID. The show is 16+. Congratulations! And thanks for listening to WEQX. If you have any questions, please DO NOT reply to this mail. Instead, please send an email to XXXX@weqx.com. Thanks!

thought process: SWEET! didn't do anything to try to win, but maybe just because i was signed up for club eqx, i was entered! ben folds?!?! fucking awesome!

then i see this:

Victoria: Earlier today, an email was accidentally sent indicating you had won tickets in a Ben Folds Big Ticket Thursday contest on WEQX. Unfortunately, this email was sent in error and you were not a winner in this contest. We at WEQX sincerely apologize for any confusion or inconvenience caused by this error, and have taken steps to assure this type of problem does not occur again in the future. We thank you for participating in Club EQX, for visiting the WEQX website, and for listening to WEQX.
Sincerely,
Alexa Tobin
Program Director
102.7 WEQX

what a tease. bleargh.

i stopped by the library this evening to pick up a shitload of books about ancient greek theatre (oh yay...so fun...riiiiiight). before i left, i found the copy of east of eden i'd borrowed during the summer, because i'd accidentally left a newspaper clipping about the woman who won irene ryan during the national fesival in d.c. in it (i was reading it when i was at my grandmother's in beverly, and she'd given me the clip from the salem evening news (nancy mcnulty went to salem state), so i just stuck it in the book for safekeeping and naturally forgot about it).
there's something about finding something still hiding in a random place, even if it's just been a few months. i felt this sense of glee and excitement about it--odd considering that i knew it would be there, and who else at smc would pick up an old ratty copy of a steinbeck book? but it was like my own little secret...
all my stress is getting to my brain--i'm spouting off shit about old books. argh.
rane is playing at the coffeehouse tonight.

etherphyte's back online!

and pollstar's announced the howie show at smc...

alright. i know i'm supposed to take the high road and be the good, responsible journalist, but i've been going nuts the past two weeks reading the echo.

i can't do much about it because of my defender affiliation, nor should i do anything about it, but i can blog about it and get out my frustrations.

first, the s.a. story. handing out candy and money with c.r. and matt's faces on them is ridiculous. it throws objective journalism out the window and should not be tolerated. the writer's opinion in a news story is a basic violation of journalism. they teach you that in intro to writing, for crying out loud.

the jared story. you should not publish the rumors that are going about campus. the point of journalism is to dispel or confirm the rumors. how does it make the situation any better to publish the rumors just for the sake of publishing them? it only adds fuel to the fire. second, the use of the quotes is good, but the structure of the rest of the story should have reflected that.

the arcadia "review". as a critic, i know what works and what doesn't. i've been trained in writing reviews, and this review sucked. if you don't like a show, fine, i can respect that. i've panned shows in reviews. but if there are serious problems with the way the review is written, how can the critic be taken seriously? and, by the way, collin's name is spelled with two l's, thank you.

as a journalist on this campus, i want all of the publications from our department to be strong. obviously it's a learning process (trust me, i know). but there are things that are getting out there that shouldn't see the light of day. i'm disappointed, to say the least.

in other news, i found a bunch of new music yesterday. gabe dixon band, god street wine, ari hest, jason mraz, stephen speaks, onelinedrawing...very excited about it! also finally got myself guster songs and more elliott. should have been working on my paper, but hey, at least i accomplished something, right?

There's a corner cafe
It stays open all the night
I went inside to escape the world
It's my favorite place to hide

Old man in the corner
been complaining about the cold
put on your smile and coat
your mind doesn't have to grow old

Tell 'em that it's raining inside my head again
Look at us we're struggling to make this life begin
Tell 'em I'll be waiting for that sunny day
Look at me I'm struggling, I just can't find my way

In the meantime I'll be waiting,
hoping for a sign
Share a cup with me my lover
you always ease my mind

Tell 'em that it's raining inside my head again
Look at us were struggling to make this life begin
Tell 'em I'll be waiting for that sunny day
Look at me I'm struggling, I just can't find my way

There's a corner cafe
It stays open all the night
I went inside to escape the world
It's my favorite place to hide

pat mcgee band is playing at the avalon on dec. 27. michelle is buying my ticket, i'm buying hers. early christmas presents...

afroman is opening--am i the only one who finds this a really fucked up lineup????

phone conversation a few minutes ago:

me: i figured out what i'm going to do with the next year of my life.
dad: great, what?
me: i'm going to audition for shenandoah shakespeare.
dad: that's wonderful!!!
mom (in background): what?
dad: she's going to audition for the shakespeare thing.
mom: do they pay well?
dad: do they pay well?
me: it's an acting thing. actors never make money.
dad (to mom): she's going to make lots of money. (to me) that's great! that would be fun!
me: you actually think i should audition?
dad: why not? have fun with it!

only my parents would be incredibly enthusiastic about me auditioning for shenandoah. now i have to seriously consider it. obviously i wouldn't get a part, but how fun would it be to say i auditioned???

sick. :-(

the word on the street is that howie might have fired jamie? i'd be surprised. and extremely disappointed. while it seems to be what a lot of people have heard, i think i'll wait until i see something official from either fellow.

in my editorial last week, i wrote about the salary of uncle marc--vanderheyden, that is (college president). i was wondering what he'd think of it--if anything, i say he's underpaid, comparing the salaries of presidents from colleges immediately above and below us in us news & world report--but i didn't know what he'd think of me waving around his salary for all to see.

yesterday, i had a voicemail from him saying he wanted to talk to me--he'd try calling back or writing me, he didn't want to leave a message. i thought he was going to bitch at me and say i'm irresponsible or something to try to make me feel bad.

instead, i get an amusing email from him this morning thanking me for the editorial and picking on himself--the boy was actually trying to have a sense of humor! i was impressed.

fun way to start off one's day.

overwhelmingly estatic congratulations go out to the irene ryan nominees for "arcadia"!!!!!

drew, ashleigh, collin (first alternate), and mary (second alternate)

i couldn't ask for better representatives!

shenandoah was amazing tonight. michelle, mary and i sat on the stage left side, and we were picked on unmercifully. cliff (orlando) stuck a post-it note love letter to rosalind on my forehead, we teased one of the actors (at another actor's prompting), and i almost married an actor named tony (he pulled me up with "wanna get married? come on!"), until clinton jr. (hehehehe) forced me back to my seat. tony introduced himself to me afterwards and said he wanted to buy my t-shirt for me, but i just laughed and paid for it myself. we talked to some of the actors post-show, and michelle, collin and john went down to red square with them. i'm trying to get down there, but i have to get the paper finished, so i doubt i'll be able to.

notes on the show:

- funny. really well done. i was impressed.
- the actors this year were very very impressive! as in very pleasing to the eye, and very funny and seemed nice. too bad i can't hang out with them. :(

"arcadia" was over as of saturday night. it was a wonderful way to end the production process--a fantastic performance by everyone, an abundance of bittersweet sensations, and my family watching the show (including my wonderful brother--who i was thrilled to see!).

i spent a lot of time during the production process thinking about what else i had to do--keeping a countdown of when i'd be finished and what i'd be able to do when i had spare time again.

but i miss it. i'm listening to the soundtrack kirk made all of us--currently listening to Keith Jarrett's "Shanendoah", which is making me all sentimental--and it's strange to think that i won't work with everyone again. i won't get to look through chloe coverly's eyes anymore. no more being exasperated by kirk, no more breakthroughs.

but it was great fun--the show. the last night in particular, i was determined to just have fun with it. and i did. it felt great. at the end of the show, during curtain call, half the cast walked offstage after our first bow--but the audience was still applauding, so the rest of us just burst into laughter and took another bow. we ran out to the lobby and hugged friends and family--my family gave me flowers--including a dozen petite pink roses--i've been given roses before, smelled them many times, but roses have never smelt so beautiful as the pink roses did as i stood there in my "jane austen" dress for the last time.

damn, i'm a sentimental sap today. i'm going to skip the cd to track 3--"shameless", rock out, finish my editorial page, and go home before shandendoah shakespeare. oooh--and find out who i get to congratulate about irene ryan!!!!

i am having the most wretched day known to man.

i now have ryan cabrera mp3s. i approve very much of all the praise i've been hearing as of late. very very good. new singer to follow...yippee!

i've also downloaded a bunch of ours mp3s. a fan of those as well. reminds me of radiohead.

my parents being there for my mainstage debut was the best opening night present i could have asked for. :):):)

opening night was a smashing success. my parents unexpectedly turned up--i found out right before scene seven, as michelle was frantically gesturing to me to put on the stage right headset.

her: "your mom and dad are here!"
me: "SHIT!"

nervousness took over. :) but it went well. yeah. fun times...

but now i wait for my pizza to get here. and then i write my liz paper.

tomorrow is opening night for "arcadia".

i thought i would be ridiculously nervous. but running through the play so much, i don't feel all too many butterflies. i know the lines, i know what i'm supposed to do, and know what? in the grand scheme of things, it's a faint blip on the map of life. it's a play, and i'm supposed to have fun with it. it's something i've always wanted to do, and i'm doing it. so live it up!

as i've been telling everyone, break a leg--just don't fall off the stage.

so tired.

want to sleep.

eyes hurt.

back hurts.

must finish newspaper.

dammit.

i can't find my notebook with all of the information for one of my stories.

sgt. meslin and i never seem to be able to touch base.

i have a half hour before i have to run away to spend money i don't have on things i need for the fucking play for my fucking run-through before i come back to the paper to get all of the stuff i can't get done for the fucking newspaper before i go to sleep and start the whole vicious fucking cycle over again.

after saturday it will be better.

but i think people will die before saturday.

BIG FUCKING GRRRRRR!

i'll write more when i have time to offer up details of my birthday weekend, but for now, i'll just say that it was a lot of fun. random as all hell, but fun. thank you to everyone who shared it with me. :)

arcadia opens on wednesday. i have to put a paper to bed tomorrow. i have to get all of my shit done.

it's all going to be a cakewalk after saturday. :)

but at least i have the prospect of cast parties this week. like i need more diversions, but what the hell, why not? ;)

i'm going downtown!

i'm now going to bed on november 2. it will be the last time i go to bed as a "minor".

midnight tomorrow baby! hitting the bars...

my birthday has sprung up on me ridiculously quickly.

my thoughts and wishes will be going out to the LEAPers this weekend--HAVE AN AMAZING TIME!!!! know i'm sending you LEAP love throughout the course of the weekend (especially to my sponsor--the bazi girl!!!!)

g'night.

hehehe. i found a fun site that adds a dialect to pages. i thought this would be amusing to see. it was.

i'm finding all sorts of random sites today. bored me.

here's what i don't understand: person walks into user support with a problem. after deciphering what the problem is, i inform the person that i have to enter a request for an appointment so a technician can configure that person's computer to the network. person asks how long it will take. i answer that i don't know--it depends on the technicians' schedules, but we'll try to get it done as soon as possible. person says, "well, it's a simple problem, i have all the documentation right here. why should it take so long?"

first: if you have the documentation, do it yourself. i'm not a computer genius, but i've always configured my computer myself. it's not hard. just follow the damn instructions.

second: what difference does it make, how difficult the problem is? you still have to wait for an appointment.

third: i'm not a secretary. i don't know everyone's schedule. so give me your name and your number, i'll enter the request, and get out of my face already.

:)

hey, happy november. november means birthday. which means legal. which means me happy.