I just graduated college, so here’s a picture of me buried in a pile of socks as a wee babe.
Sara. 22. From Philadelphia. Reconciling with New York City after graduating college.
Trying to be more curious and less terrified.
Late night boring post-grad life update for the archives. Since graduation, I:
- was in a mash-up of Julius Caesar and The Comedy of Errors called Beware the Ides of Monday in which I had an inexplicable British dialect; rapped; and was inside of a giant, tent-sized lady puppet.
- moved out of my apartment in Hoboken, stayed in Clinton Hill and Bushwick, then came home to Philadelphia.
- watched too much television (but that included a lot of the World Cup, which I enjoyed way, way more than I ever expected to).
- waited in line for five and a half hours to see Much Ado About Nothing in the park, was literally first in line when they ran out of tickets, nearly cried, and then was given a ticket by an incredible stranger who walked by saying she had an extra, actually cried.
- started re-reading Harry Potter and re-watching Game of Thrones.
- exercised and rode my bike a bunch, and then stopped (and should really start again before all of my muscles atrophy).
- cooked more legitimate meals than I have in a long time (and also smoothies).
- took the Bolt Bus to New York more times than I would like to.
- started looking for a new apartment, resigned myself to staying in New York.
- got cast in all three parts of Henry VI that are going to be done in rep in September and I’m playing two dudes who both get murdered so I’m pretty jazzed about that.
Summer is kind of the worst, and I keep going back and forth between being okay with being lazy and not doing a whole lot, using the “you just graduated college - take a break” excuse, and feeling like I could (and should) be doing so much more right now. There are a bunch of things I said I wanted to do this summer that I haven’t done yet: learn how to drive, get new contacts, have that conversation I’ve been putting off for over a month. Summer just makes me feel so sluggish and useless; I want to hibernate until fall.
Sometimes I need to remind myself that life is not a film and that is probably for the best, but fiction’s gotta be based off something, right?
Fog in Hoboken about a week ago.
I WANT TO WATCH JON STICK THAT SWORD THROUGH TANNER’S FACE OVER AND OVER AGAIN HOLY CHRIST
Tonight a stage punch accidentally turned into a real punch and there was a lot of blood (though I didn’t see it because I wasn’t wearing my glasses, though I could tell something was wrong) and I have never before had to finish a show when the two main characters are gone HOLY SHIT LIVE THEATRE.
Edit: But also, we went on to do another show at night and it went very, very well and our faculty advisor (who is one of my favorite teachers and a person who I respect IMMENSELY) came backstage afterwards and told me not only, “You sounded great. You sounded really great,” but also, “You guys accomplished more than you think you accomplished.”
When my future significant other and I start a band, I am absolutely insisting that we call ourselves, “Arya and the Hound.”
This is absolutely amazing. She’s speaking absolute jibberish in pitch-perfect accents (at least for the ones I’m fluent in, but the rest sound pretty great too). I am in awe. Her Swedish anterior vowels are freaking PERFECT. <3
She does use a few keywords at least for certain languages, like “bonjour” for French, which adds to the sense that you can almost understand it (at least for a second-language speaker or if you imagine you’re in a crowded room).
Another person who’s famous for doing impressions of languages while not actually speaking them was Sid Caesar, who called it “double-talk”. Here’s a Language Log post on how he learned it.
Guys, I have a new
uselessskill to acquire.
have u ever had a depersonalization moment
when you look at yourself in the mirror and think wow this person is me and i have this body and this life and everything feels so strange ???? why am i me and not someone else
An inside joke from Episode 4 of True Detective
Frankenstein enters into a body building competition and finds he has seriously misunderstood the objective