global warming

It's 50 degrees outside. It's December 4th. What's going on? I wore my big winter coat today, and I'm melting like the wicked witch of the west. Global warming is real, people. We're all gonna die.

On a lighter note, I think my biggest assignment of the semester was well received. I'm excited to work on the rewrite. I'm getting really pumped for Christmas time. Mostly because I'm excited to not have anything to do for a couple weeks apart from see my family. Winter break is so soon. A week from today I'll be done with classes. Bizarre. Did you like how PC I just was? Winter break? Who am I? (24601)

Change of subject, I have all of these ideas for original musicals, but lately I just keep thinking that I want to do an adaptation of a specific piece into almost an opera. The strangest thing is that it's a very serious piece, and I'm never drawn to serious stuff, but the more serious stuff I write, the easier I think it is, and there's something nice about seeing people be moved by what you wrote. It's almost as nice as hearing them laugh, but I think it's easier to achieve. Also, I think people give more generous responses to drama in general than they do to comedy. Read a bunch of old reviews on the Times archive website and you'll see what I mean. Not that the response should be the motivation for the work, and it truly isn't, but it's a nice bonus. I am really drawn to the source material as is, and I think I could make something powerful with it.

Hudson sang for me in lab today. I'm really grateful she was available. I don't think she liked singing, but I appreciate it so much. I hope I can do a favor for her sometime soon.

What else? hmm. I'm in a mood to write, but not really to sit and pound out a song or a scene at the moment, so blogging seems like a logical step. I want to hang out with Tom. I've not seen him in a week, and I could use a nice dose of his humor and conversation. We saw Milk last weekend, and that was pretty brilliant. It made me want to fight for something, but I feel like I don't have the energy right now. I think I used to, and I probably will again, but not right now. I don't really know what I'd fight for anyway. Something for kids, I'm sure.

I'm going over to Victoria's for dinner tomorrow night. Paul is cooking something for us, and we're all going to watch a movie and sit on her cozy couch in our socks. Sounds lovely and like a nice little reward to myself after this week. On Saturday I'm going to the Met to look at paintings and such for a class project, and I have tons of rehearsals for the second year's forty-five minute presentations (I'm singing in two of them) this weekend as well. On top of that I need to work on my play, do my extended sequence rewrite, and find some way to get my laundry finished before Monday. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad world. Though not really. All of this stuff is pretty easy in the big scheme of things.

Right. I'm gonna knit. I'm waiting around for a meeting, and I'm bored bored bored.