'Nother one of those days. Luckily Doc's out sick, so I have some time to learn math. Went home at lunch to sleep all afternoon. Was that burned.

Anyway.

I'm just... tired and burned out and it's tech week and I'm about ready to keel over and die.  Ah well.

Mansfield Park on Masterpiece Theatre annoyed the fuck out of me. And Fanny was fugly.

...I realized earlier that it was Jonathon Larson day last Friday. Huh. I forgot in the hell that was trying to get Imagination in.

I miss Jared.

Uhm. And on Caroline's behalf, an announcement: Sonora is an HP RP. It's a school in Arizona. Canon-related characters are Prohibited.  It's basically taking the world, saying "Screw you JK," and playing in it.  It needs applicants for this year's first year class to start term, which I REALLY WANT TO HAPPEN. (The owner, for all who care, adored my two applications.  HAH, I win all. And I have a child prodigy genius who's a hair away from wanting to kill an applied character who is apparently an eleven year old ninja who has written a book. WTF, I know. STUPID people.  Anyway, so my little genius boy is this close to challenging him to a fight and kicking his sorry ass by sheer persistence.  He apparently has a vicious dislike of 'Sues and 'Stus. I love him.)  You can only apply two first years at a time.  It needs lots more.  So. Uhm.

Not that anyone'll read this or notice, 'cept LG who already knows (dear, I think the owner would love a second character from you, go ahead and apply one if you haven't 'cause apparently she needs lots more applicants...), maybe Evie who I mean to talk to anyway, Aubrey who I'm sure is A) uninterested and B) too busy and C) things I don't feel like discussing in public and re: emails or Evie if you actually want to know, Alex who probably also doesn't have the time/energy/internet availability, Katie who doesn't RP, and Jen who is A) overworked and B) MIA.  So yeah. Uhm.

So leave a comment or give an IM/Gmail/MSN pokey if you wish to join in the incredibly hormonal teenagers + proximity = Melodrama, or just want more information on it.

Oh, also, they are in desperate need of an astronomy teacher. So consider that, too.

EDIT: ...Whoa. I just tried doing the Mary Sue litmus test. And I've successfully avoided Sueness with some of them for certain. I mean, really. I'm actually really proud of myself. I know what I'm doing.  Even having checked the "Yes, I get tetchy when my characters get insulted" box. I have enough de-Sueifying qualities (like, say, giving up after failing--although admittedly "failing" in that case constituted "dying," so... uh. Ooops.)  ...And I did it for another character or two I always liked and was getting... iffy about. And I was right. Sueishness was setting in. I knew there was a reason.

EDIT: OH MY GOD NEW IDINA CD MY LIFE IS MADE FOR THE REST OF TODAY WHICH IS NOT MUCH BUT OH WELL AAAAAH.

Last year I was in a show called And Then They Came for Me: Remembering the World of Anne Frank... a play about the Holocaust. I did not have a significant role... except that I play a young Jewish child, torn from her mother's arms and sent to the gas chambers upon arriving at Auchwitz. And last night, we had the dress rehearsal for this year's show, The Triangle Factory Fire Project, about the fire at the Triangle Waistshirt Factory in the Asch on the corner of Greene Street and Washington Place in New York City.  I'm not even in it--I do the lights, behind the scenes.  146 people died in less than half an hour in that fire, many of them young immigrant girls (lots of Jews, again).  And tonight we open.  And given today's date, given where I've just been, given what just this small high school play has done to a tiny audience, how many people, percentage-wise have cried... I'd like to say this.

Six and a half decades ago today, Jews and Gypsies and thousands of others died.

Ten years ago tomorrow Rent opened in New York City.

Ten years ago today, Jonathon Larson died too young.

Tonight, I will light a candle in my window. This year I have a fresh one to burn for Larson, but I didn't have one. All I had was the used one. In retrospect, this saddens me a little because something occurred to me last year. He wouldn't want to have something special just for him, but something every day, something used, something that had seen wear and tear before. It's not about being special. It's about being a part of the human race. When I lit that candle, it wasn't just for him. It was for all of us. That candle might not burn as long, but it will burn, and that's what matters.

This year, because I haven't lit candles in a while, I have a new one.  But this year, because dorms are stupid and won't let you light candles, I'm lighting one for the best friend I have as well.  And I think that, this is good, in a way--giving it back something despite the new candles, giving a sense of community back to it.  And two candles will burn more brightly and lend each other strength--as we who mean to survive this world must do as well.

Please, for the sake of every victim, every person who has given to the world in some way, just for tonight, be quiet, remember, grieve, and try to think of how to work for a better world. And, in the memory of those who have died too young, the children, the artists, the victims of war and AIDS and drugs and catastrophes, the heroes, please, tonight...

Light a candle.