Seattle
This post plays catch-up for the weekend, Monday and Tuesday. It's basically a grocery-list with some funny little anecdotes but none of the real "deep" stuff. If you wanna know about my Seattle, the Knights, or my miderm, it's in here:

I went up to Seattle this weekend for a little work and a little play. Justin and I spent Friday night at his mom's place in Portland but since neither his mom nor stepdad were home we just ate the food they left for us and watched Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil on TNT. I'd always wondered what the book was about but I'd never bothered to read it. In any case, the movie was incredible and had SUCH a cast of characters. It gave me hope for modern cinema as few films do. And I think I'm beginning to fall in love with Kevin Spacey. God, what a talented man.

Saturday morning we drove up to SeaTac and spent the afternoon kicking around Molly and Pete's house while I studied. Our primary goal on Saturday was to go to sushi, which we accomplished with fervor later in the evening. I love going to Toyoda's... we always get about double the sushi we pay for. This time our bill (sans dessert) was $21 when we ate over $40 in sushi. =D I decided we should detour and stop by my family's place unannounced, so we did, but we arrived just as my parents were leaving for dinner. They're both leaving the state on work or family related errands soon. I socialized the family a bit and dropped off financial aid information, which needs to be turned in shortly. Of course, the University decided to give me $2,500 in work study for NEXT YEAR when I can't use it. Bleh.

Anyhoo, when we got back, despite being stupidly tired, I talked with Molly about the logistics of designing a dress for my acting role this summer. She's a night-owl so she was all gung-ho about working on my outfit but I was so tired and uninspired that I didn't really give her any input. I'm not sure I like the outcome, or the role, but we'll see.

Sunday morning Molly took my measurements and we all went off to the Seattle Knights practice where Damien pulled me aside to talk to me about my part this summer. He says to me "I just wanted to talk to you out here because, well, you're working for me this summer and a lot of them aren't." Well, ok, cool. I hadn't realized that I was "working" per se... or that I was going to be so plot-crucial. But I guess this means I'm probably getting paid for my weekends at the faires-- and that I'll have something to do besides wandering around boredly staring at the same vendors or running water to the soldiers on the field. But the role is decidedly less "warrior" and decidedly more "princess" than I originally anticipated. However, in the Knights' world, there really aren't froufy domain princesses so I don't have to worry TOO much about being a priss. I'm still supposed to be a cock-tease. Apparently the deal is this: I'm the daughter of some domain lord or son who is recently deceased (boo-hoo) and hence the heiress to a large plot of land. Damien (Ironwolfe) is the sort of "magistrate" of the domain and in charge of placing it in proper (read: male) hands and so is having a tourney to "auction" off the land (and ME) to the winner and their respective faction. However-- here's the twist-- Justin and I already have a secret thing going on and he's pissed off (or so I understand). So he sets up with the bad-uns (black faction and/or tainted) to kidnap me away. Of course, I have to pretend I know nothing about this... and all hell breaks loose. I can't wait to see how it ends.

Cliche, yes. But fun. I'm still worked up about it in both good and bad ways. I dunno about the whole impromptu acting thing, or about the "pretty princess" bit. I suppose it's like anything else, though. I'll be nervous about it until I do it and then I'll figure out that I can pretty much do whatever I set my mind to.

I took photos the rest of practice for my photo-J "events" project. In my opinion, they sucked balls. I'm still using them over my street faire pics, if just for their originality. They're probably not as bad as I recon and I'm probably just a neurotic. I was upset today when I got an 89 out of 100 on my conch shell photo assignment. I could see that the original score had been 94 but was written over. That stung a bit. I guess the prof and the GTF collaborated on the grading and hence there were some discrepancies. I don't blame the prof for being a stickler about details at all. And I know my fotos suck. I just want so badly to be good and I can't seem to find the energy to be fucking inspired. Meh. But I took an ASSLOAD of photos and a few were decent.

After practice Justin and I devoured a Pagliacci's pizza and drove alllll the way home where I downed a hefty dose of NyQuil to combat the stupid night cough that my otherwise now-healthy body has developed. [It's always finding new ways to keep me from sleeping, damnit!] Needless to say, I slept like a BRICK but had a hefty "hangover" Monday morning-- and just in time for my Japanese midterm!!! =D =D x-p ((Did you know that I've had trouble writing "just" and "just in" since I started dating a "Justin"? I always capitalize the damn J)) I think I did alright anyway, though I was a trifle irritated with myself afterward and more than a little worked up about my shitty language skills by the time I got to my Freeman Scholarship Interview.

The Interview was basically what I anticipated; some stupid questions about what I want to do with myself in Japan and afterwards. I made up some bullshit like everyone else because, of course, I DON'T KNOW and neither does anyone else unless they're seriously lying to themselves. I'm pretty sure it went well and I impressed the "committee" (hardly a committee when it's 2 people, don't you think?). The only think I'm disappointed that I didn't tell them was that I'm really hinging whether or not I go to Japan on whether or not I get this grant. I should find out in a few days if I get the dough.

So that's the obnoxious grocery list of my weekend. Nothing else is really remotely new except that Justin's grandad sent us $150 to take his second-cousin and her hubby out to dinner when they'd already volunteered to do the same for us.

I'm in need of some serious inspirational fucking. Or maybe some serious fucking inspiration. But you already knew that.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programme.