e_clare

The New World is a bloody gorgeous movie. I have a strange urge to go frolic in the woods with a scruffy, handsome man.

Huh.

Watched the Golden Globe awards tonight in their entirety with banannagoats, despite her initial reluctance to sit through a long-ass awards show. Even I wasn't really invested in the nominees; I was just in it for The Hotness of Ewan (...and Topher, and Clive, and William H. Macy sundry others).

Anyway, the Globes is always my favorite awards show because it's just crazy -- I love picking people out in the crowd, because the seating seems so much more arbitrary than at the Oscars. You can see fun things in the background of every shot. Plus, there are the little reminders of how connected the business really is -- it's like a three-hour game of 6 Degress of Separation: Anjelica Huston stops on her way to the stage to get congratulations from Cate Blanchett (The Life Aquatic), Kate Winslet stands up to applaud Leonardo DiCaprio's win, a rumpled Zach Braff looks on as Natalie Portman babbles at the mic (I may be extrapolating on that one), and look there, at the back of Nicole Kidman's table, it's Naomi Watts. Didn't they use to be friends, once? I still haven't figured out why Halle Berry was the one to introduce Finding Neverland as a best picture nominee, but whatever -- I haven't figured out how she didn't fall out of her dress yet, either, and that's not keeping me up at night.

Things got interesting somewhere around Hour Two, when Anna had been sucked in against her will and I started growing tired of playing "Name That Actor's Date". Tim Robbins presented...something...cutely, prompting a sudden outburst:

banannagoats: If I could marry any man in that room, I think it'd be Tim Robbins.
e_clare: ...Okay. I can support that.

( What about me? And the rest of our crazy plans? )

I love us. How did we ever survive last semester apart?
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Clearly, I'm just not meant to be on the MHC campus during January. I've determined that in the future, I need to do everything possible to ensure that I won't be here. Yesterday, I topped off my week of lost wallets, oversleeping, and ill actors with a trip to the Holyoke ER. It wasn't all bad -- I took the first ambulance ride of my life, for one thing -- but there were so many things I planned to do with my day, none of which included sitting in a hospital waiting room.

( The full story )

Despite not being thrilled about being back at MHC, I am grateful for the tight-knit community that we have here -- and thankful specifically to everyone who helped me out. rjschaef and alcavana helped Anna find a ride there and get both of us back to campus; the girls who found me outside of Ham, obviously (one of whom ran into Anna before she left, and gave her the full story); mhc.chat, which brought us another ride offer; and everyone I've run into today, who recognized me as That Girl who fell by Ham*, and recommended that I sue the school. This type of collaborative effort and true community is what it's all about, and it's good to have a reminder of how I ended up here in the first place. Thanks, ladies.

*Of course, I realize now that this is karmic payback for all of those "Adventures of Frodo, the Hobbit Who Fell Down" jokes I cracked during ROTK the night before. It all makes sense... ;)
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My computer wallpaper right now is Down With Love Ewan McGregor, in geek glasses and red turtleneck, doing the twist with Renee (in a red fringe dress; she's doing the frug or something). At any rate, it's lovely and wonderful, and the only thing currently capable of distracting me from the knowledge that I apparently left my wallet sitting at the Big Y self-checkout yesterday, and no one turned it in.

There's still hope that I dropped it in the shuttle van, but it's a very, very slim hope at this point. ARGH.

Some days, I wonder how I ever function as a stage manager, when I can't keep track of simple things like my wallet or keys.
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