then we had like a big meeting for dyson house where we discussed the book. except the person supposed to be leading out discussion hadn't read it. so. then we went to the "body and mind house" meeting, which seemed pretty chill; our student guy seems really cool. he was super gay and sassy. which, as you know, are like my two criteria for being friends. aaaand there was ice cream. although i did not have any. so then i went to midtown and had dinner with my family at junior's and helped my mom lotto west side story. she won, and i went to next to normal because she and my aunt were kind enough to rush for me when i was having my hellish non-sleeping experience in my hot ass room. so i met lizzy and we were aa 101 and 102. the show was amazing, but i was fucking exhausted after getting only 2 - 3 hours of sleep the night before. and i got really dizzy during the show and was like, i am totes going to have a seizure. awesome. buuuut i didn't. and i took some excedrin at intermission and felt a little better.
let's see, what else? my mom loved west side story, especially karen olivo (who wouldn't?). aaand...yes. aaron tveit is back. that's nice, although i love kyle dean massey. probably more.
i am weirdly homesick. not a fan. like every time i see next to normal and louis hobson has a scene i think about how i went to the 5th ave like once or more a month for like my entire life. i spent all those other times being like "you don't miss seattle, you liar." but i get it now. i fail.
obviously i'm excited to live here but it does suck to be watching next to normal and think about how i would always mock eddie for playing it when we were having barbeques at his house and know i won't be back there for months. or argue about how alice ripley can do whatever crazy shit she wants because she is alice ripley.
anyway. my r.a. got mad because i was like, i can't come to the floor meeting today. it was for security or whatever and i went to the head of security and was like, "so i can't come, do i need to like talk to someone?" and he was like," i don't care if you come. why would i care?" so i went to my r.a. and was like "he said i didn't have to go," and my r.a. was like "well i'm saying you have to." and i was like, "well i don't know what to tell you because i have epilepsy and have to set shit up. so i won't be there." but anyway he was just being a dick about it and so i brought out the fake-tears-welling-up and was like "well i'm sorry but i didn't even know about this and something something something" and he was like "i'm sorry if i came off as harsh...i don't know what that's like, so blah blah blah..." and then got awkward and was like "well we're going to play frisbee in the park next week as a floor" or some stupid shit like that and i was like, fuck you, don't talk to me about frisbee. anyway. it was dumb.
after the show i had some hummus and then took the train with katie and kris to west 4th and they got tattoos. and...yes.
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