we are the music-makers

Hey, everyone? Not being attracted to one gender does not mean you are attracted to the other. It just means that you're not attracted to that one gender. You cannot draw positive conclusions from negative evidence. Please get this into your little skulls.

And here's my rewatch for episode two: ( The Harvest )

Have finished my second FYP essay. It's terrible. I'm just going to hope for a passing mark, and try extra hard on the next one.
I hate having to hand in essays I'm not happy with, because I spend the whole time before we get them back embarrassed to look at the teacher marking them.
Argh. And next time it's going to be essays on Plato, and I'm not really sure how to write a philosophy essay. Ah well. At least next time I presumably will not have spent the week I should have been working on my essay sick with a head full of fog, and will not be trying to write my essay in the last two days.

I kind of miss being able to print out my essay multiple times while writing it. I love my computer, but it is somewhat frustrating to edit on.

My aunt wants to get a guard llama. She has a coyote coming into the backyard and eating the chickens and so she wants to get a llama. Because she can't let the dog roam free, or else it might run off and a neighbour might shoot it. And apparantly llamas become quite fierce when confronted with predators. I can't decide whether this is a very stupid idea or completely awesome.

Went to see A Month in the Country with my sister last night. It was very good, and very Laszlo.

To clarify, Laszlo Martin is the director. My aunt is the stage manager, and she has worked with Laszlo in the past. What a Laszlo play with contain is water, lots of water. My aunt was telling me all about this a few weeks ago, how Laszlo had come to her and said that he needed a hose. A real hose. And a shower. And rain. And Auntie Nan is having to go to the production manager and explain that Laszlo`s back and he wants water. (She did, however, talk him out of the live chicken.) Setting up things like that isn`t easy, and it means that everyone`s costumes get soaked, and most directors are willing to simulate the water effects - you know, show that it`s raining outside with some sound effects and strategic lighting, that sort of thing. But not Laszlo. Apparantly, in Platanov, he made the actors stand in pouring rain for twenty minutes and they were all soaking wet and shivering. (My apostraphe key is causing things like this: Ì é ``a. WTF. How do I fix thatÉ Question mark is messed up too apparantly.)

As a result, I found myself smothering giggles everytime the hose was turned on, which was often. Though the hose at least had purpose and was used often. The shower was used in one pointless interlude where Katya, who is barely present in the play, pushes some guy who was so relevant to the play that I never even learned his name into a shower.

The play was really great though, even if all I can find to say about it was that it contained water. They do a really great job making it absolutely hilarious (`I have a wind machine!`, the entire Bogdanova+Doctor scene, etc.) while still keeping up the essential heartbreak of the situation.

Just got my IB results. A on my Extended Essay, 5 in English, 5 in History, 5 in Chem, 6 in Bio. (B in TOK, though I may have known that already. I can't remember; TOK wasn't exactly memorable, except as an exercise in bad planning on the part of the school.) Overall, I have 33 points.

Mildly disappointed with myself, but I suppose it doesn't really matter in the end and they're not terrible marks. I wish I could see the comments on my exams though; it wouldn't change anything, but I'd just like to know.

Prom was last night. It was fun. Like, actually genuinely fun (most of it). But I can't seem to think of anything to say about it. Tamara won Prom Queen, Jordans Tingle and Dellerede won Prom King (it was a tie) and thus has bright green paper crowns that got passed around a lot during the dancing (Tamara got a silver plastic tiara). Peter wore a tuxedo pattern t-shirt and a top hat and curled the ends of his mustache, and won Best Dressed Male. Faryal won Best Dressed Female. Cisi won Oh-My-Gosh-Girl-Is-That-Really-You? (Which was frankly my reaction as well: I actually thought she was Pearl when I first saw her, though in my defense I saw her from a distance and her face was partially turned away from me). Frankie won Highest Stilettos with her five inch heels that she wore all night even when most of the girls had abandoned their heels in favour of bare feet.

Ezra and his date were really entertaining to watch, but I can't quite manage to describe how they danced. It involved actual dancing that looked like dancing though. Mr McCready and some teachers whose names I should know but don't danced a lot too and were also very entertaining.

The slideshow cracked me up, mostly because I'd forgotten about how some of the guys in my class had their hair down to their shoulders in a giant shaggy mane in grade 9. Also, that in grade 9 Josh looked about ten years old.

I took many many photos and some videos, though most of the videos turned out too dark to see properly.

I am reminded once again that, despite everything, I am really going to miss these people. They really are just the nicest people I could have gone to school with and the thought of never seeing them again after grad is really depressing.