Hey, tout le monde. I've been inspired by Aida and Alberto to update all of you on my life, which is somewhat selfish of me, but also very cathartic.

Overall, I've been good. My classes are strange and wonderful. The best one is Intro to Theatermaking, where we have to put on pieces of theater each class (they can't be called mere scenes, and they're not presentations. It's oh so dramatic). My group's final presentation is 'Pest in Buda' from Heiner Muller's "HamletMachine": http://www.galerie-raskolnikow.de/paddavis/pages/Hamlet2.html

Our final stage directions are "The actor playing Hamlet steps into the armor, splits with the ax the heads of Marx, Lenin, Mao. Snow. Ice Age." So postmodern.

Extracurriculars: I told myself I wouldn't become a theater major, but theater here is just so good. I finished a student-written show a few weeks ago called "Your Mom is a Social Construct," dealing with expectations and women. I wrote three pieces for it; it was the first time I've had other people perform my writing. (Exciting!)
I've also been cast in a 20-minute senior film project. My role: WOMAN. SHYES...stardom!! Fame! I'm also going to try and PA a shoot for a film called "Fades With Age" over winter break (free food and shelter in the city? Tiiight).

Actually, I'm not just doing theater/film-related things. I'm also part of Squirm, the erotica magazine. We helped with Rocky Horror, brought a professional dominatrix to campus, and held porn screenings. It's good fun.

Oh, I'm also an art model (it's my campus job - $10 an hour. Easy prostitution). The first job of my life. But then again, I'm also a Theatrical Journeyman (I build sets for the drama department)(more theater), which is the best job I could have ever hoped for. You know all of those job descriptions? "Requires creative problem solving, teamwork, etc, etc." Mine actually DOES, though. I love going to work every day and screwing something together or hauling bricks or sawing through iron pipes. It's empowering.

Ahem. In terms of love lives, since the others described theirs:
There's this really adorable boy who looks like a baby bird. Or a leprechaun. He's blond with a little beard, and he's my height (tiny boy), and he has green tattoos up his arms. He's on the quidditch team. I see him EVERYWHERE, and every time I want to go up and introduce myself, I get so nervous my stomach hurts. So instead of talking to him in real life, I found him on facebook (I'M SO CREEPY), bwahahaha. So now not only do I know his name, I also know where he lives, his phone number, and the fact that he's a Hufflepuff. He has pictures of himself cuddling his baby cousins. BAHHHH.

That's all, I suppose. My finals are basically over. (I still have nightmares about Art History.) Life is good, good, good. There's snow on the ground. I bought myself a bass (my dream of starting a band with my sister shall finally be realized!! We'll be like Coco Rosie, but less hot and more Asian). I've been doing artwork; I'm actually still thinking of reapplying to art school later. No major life decisions have been made, though. I'll keep you updated if they are.

Ok, ok! Bye! Update us, you guys.
Love,
Grace