GM Space playtest!

Last night I determined my head just isn't safe around witticaster. ;-) She knows why!

Tonight is the official playtest of GM Space, the humorous two-hour horde larp written by Jared and Sharone. I'm very excited for it. I will be playing Lily, one of the cast characters and the lone female GM running the in-game game, Miskatonic Graduation Party. It'll be at BSCF tonight, going simultaneously with the regularly scheduled gaming. Wish them luck, it's their first game!

Also, this week I had the audition and callback for A Midsummer Night's Dream. Jared did as well. Tonight all the theater groups will get together and fight over actors, and then we will get our roles. I'm very interested to see how this casting turns out, but that won't be done until late at night.

Snow, snow, snow

The one downside of not having any of the housemates around this weekend is that it's snowing like a bitch and I wasn't able to make them help me shovel the driveway. I've been out there three times so far in the last two days. Jared kindly offered his help, but I hate making him deal with our chores. As of the third time it's about half done, as it's gotten melty and heavy, but we'll go out later and finish when I recover my strength. Ah, well. At least it's good exercise.

Elsinore to myself

So, with Dave and David away for the weekend and Mac and Sheena at Arisia, I have the house to myself. I like it this way. So, what's the very first thing I do with my bachlorette pad to myself? Clean, of course! I blasted bad TV in my room while I scrubbed the place down-- it really needed it. So, now that things are neat and lovely again, I am pleased. Too bad I couldn't have gotten all that done before bronzite* and Bernie came over for dinner last night. It was really nice to see Bronzite after not getting a chance to for a while, so it was a good time. I made a recipe from the Rachael Ray cookbook my parents gave me for Christmas, roasted haddock in breadcrumbs topped with onion and tomato. I'd never made it before, and it came out very nicely. I still have one huge filet left that I didn't even cook. Maybe I'll do something with it tonight.

Intercon hotel rooms

Chilling with Jared in the library again today. We're trying to figure out a final class for him to take. It looks like, if he doesn't get into this one he really likes, he'll be in the same comparative literature class as me. We've never had a real class together before-- fencing doesn't count --so maybe we'll be able to help each other.

In Intercon news, I have made the hotel reservation for our little Brandeis contingent of con-goers, which consists of myself, jh1230*, zapf*, witticaster*, lightgamer*, and phoenix_rinna*. I have stepped up into the position of this year's Fearless Leader, so the reservations were made in my name and the bill put on my credit card. For you guys, the hotel told me that they will cost $127 each plus a 9% tax. I have not yet received the receipt, so I don't have the exact total in front of me, but I made an estimate. Here my math, which I have demonstrated so you can check:

[$127 + ($127 x .09)] per room / 3 people =
($127 + $11.43) / 3 =
$138.43 / 3 = $46.15 per person

Think that's correct. We'll have to wait for the actual receipt to be sure, but that's about what it'll be. If any other Intercon goers still need hotel space and would be interested in sharing, talk to me. We have room for about one other person in each room, and it'll mean splitting the costs among more people, and I will talk to the others about it.

Our second

Today is Jared and my second anniversary.

I love you, babe.

Back at Brandeis

I have returned to Brandeis, and am quite glad to be back. I had my first and thus far only class today, an English class about self-conflict with my favorite teacher, Professor Quinney. I'm also pleased to discover I have fulfilled pretty much all my requirements for my English and Creative Writing double major, and need only to submit the paperwork to secure it. Additionally, I have enough credits to only have to take three classes this semester. That might be nice, to be a little less busy that way. The way things are looking, I may be able to be finished with all my classes by noon every day of the week. :-) I love having open afternoons and evenings.

I'm currently sitting in the green room in the library with Jared, typing on a public computer while he gets some class reading out of the way. In about a half-hour I'll be going to what I believe will be the final session of Kindness's cleric game. He says it will be mostly role playing, which I like the sound of, so this should be good. I'm interested to see how he concludes our adventure. I'm certainly craving some RP time, given how I didn't get any over the break.

Also, I need to bid, and consequently buckle down on, Oz. It should be a medium-sized game, fifteen or so players, so it's not nearly the workload that the twenty-seven-character game Alice was. I just hope I have it worked out well enough to come up with a good summary for the bid. Maybe I can do a little work on it tonight.

Redgoth hair stylist

So I tried the new hairdresser and I am very pleased. I got this girl named Kristen who was a lot of fun. I liked the look of her 'cause she was just a little bit punked out, and she was wearing the most awesome red goth boots. I said to her, "Nice goth boots, where'd you manage to find red ones?" She was delighted by the compliment, told me about this place in New Hope, and then said, "Oh, my God, you're a weekend goth, aren't you?" I laughed and said yes, and she was like, "Me too!" Although to be honest she wasn't really all that weekend, she had lots of piercings, spiked red-streaked hair, and of course the boots. And she asked me what kind I was, then said, "No, wait, don't tell me-- you're a lily, aren't you?" I'd never heard that term before. She said lily goths are the pale, delicate ones who dress more on the pretty side and show a lot of skin. And I was like, "Oh, you mean gloomcookie," which, yeah, that's totally me. She, interestingly, is a red goth-- she dresses in the punk goth style, but everything's always in red, including her hair, eyeliner, everything. She showed me a picture of her and her heavily tattooed boyfriend in her getup. I'd never actually seen a red goth before; I liked it. We got into a fun conversation about different kinds of goths and the various combinations thereof. I'm a pretty/perkygoth, while she's a perky/punky/redgoth.

And on top of it all, she did a great job with my hair. She touched up the layers and styled it really nicely. I'm very pleased, and I love finding fun people in unexpected places.

Yet another hair excursion

I am going to try to get my hair cut today. It may prove more difficult than anticipated, since the place I always went to at home is no longer in business. :-( I'm always slightly frightened of trying someone new, as I am scarred by the number of times I've gone somewhere I didn't know and they were unable or unwilling to give me what I asked for. I really don't like finding out this fact through the resulting appearence of my hair. But it's gotten crazy long and flat lately, and it'd be convenient to take care of it while I'm still at home. My mom suggested trying a place in the nice new mall around here; I generally have success with mall places.

God, I'm always so nervous about this. It's just hair, and it'll grow out if I don't like it. But I'm so damn vain I don't want to have to deal with hair I don't like.

Lying liar who lies

I just saw somebody fool a polygraph lie detector test on TV, and it occurs to me how miserably I would do on such a thing. Now, don't mistake my meaning-- I can be a fantastic liar when I want to be. I'm very good at covering those little inconsistencies that can give you away, in that way I am a tactical genius ninja superspy badass. My work in TMA showcased this particular talent of mine. I can also play it totally cool so you'd never know to look at me that I was lying; I'm an okay actor as well. Lying, after all, is basically acting. The reason I'd be screwed over by a polygraph test is that, internally, I'm a mess from the nervous stress of telling untruths. My heart pounds, my stomach tightens from the guilt of telling a lie-- that kind of physical reaction would give me away I'm good at concealing that kind of feeling, but only because that's the sort of stuff you can't see.

How interesting. I'm both a good liar as well as a fundamentally honest person. No wonder I get so twisted up inside. :-)

Shrunk

I believe my favorite sweater shrunk.

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I like it. :-)