October 30, 2008

Properly, it is October. 12:50 AM. I need to get to bed, but I've had some heavy shit laid on me today. My emotional mortality flashed before my eyes and I didn't flinch. I feel completely comfortable with the idea of spending my life with Christy. Now I have a major goal. My subsidiary goals are laid as well:
graduate school in Minnesota, a teaching job, and publishment (which may not be an actual word).
Hamline University seems the most promising, but University of Minnesota may prove useful as well since it offers assistant teaching options.

We'll see. All I know is I love Christy and I will do everything within my power to be with her. Friday, I'm in love.

Dracula sucked last night. Blah, indeed.
What a waste of two and a half hours. This production was a newly written script and everything, playing off of Coppola's film and the book more than the previous stage play. This Dr. Seward was a sadist. This Van Helsing was a dumb-ass. This Renfield was comic relief.

What a dull and melodramatic script, and what an unimaginative production. The performances were two steps from dreadful. Van Helsing came across as a Marx brother; Mina was too sterile for her own good, Lucy too much like Liz Vicious; Renfield too 'gay Tom Waits'; Seward too 'fatish senior student plays Sweeney Todd as a dip'; and Dracula - holy shit, don't get me started. Dracula couldn't hold a convinceable accent to save his non-life. Van Helsing suffered from the same misfortune. One moment he is from West Germany, the next he's hanging ten fresh from Orange County. Tisk-tisk.

Harker did a decent job though. Well - better than Keanu Reeves, anyway. What a joke the makeup and costumes were. I wonder how many times the designers watched Interview With the Vampire and A Nightmare Before Christmas and Sweeney Todd before they convinced themselves their ideas were sound. Surely more than thrice.
Sets were good. I'll give them that, but that's it. Just because Tim Burton sees the night in a certain way doesn't mean you should feel obliged to as well. Dick weed.

- Later -

Still feeling ecstatic about life. Love will do that to you. I have a goal now. I love the Replacements.

- Even Later -

I'm thinking a good present for Christy's birthday is a _______ of her own. I'll have to get with dad and find out what needs to be put into such an endeavor. Probably most important would be ________ of her ____. I'll have to copy/paste a bunch off of the school's ____ of her ____. I may even try and sneak her ______ away from her for ________ and filler information. A nature and/or _______ theme may be a good idea but I don't want to pigeon-hole her. Perhaps just a nature theme. Her felt work still plays into that I would guess. Earth tones would suit the ____ well because they suit her well. What I need to remember is that this project should be about her and not indulge my own interests and curiosities. Fulfill her needs, not mine. Cost is not an issue, Christy is the perogative. I misspelled that.
Help me, Bobby Brown; you're my only hope.