Well folks, it's official. Melissa Hevener has pulled her first all nighter. Twenty minutes ago, I finished my translation of acts 2-5 of Macbeth. I worked on it from 12 PM on Sun, Feb 1 - 5:15 AM on Mon, Feb 2. I figure that I would only have twenty minutes of sleep, I need to rest up, because I'm not crazy like Nate and go three days without sleeping. But after this experience, I've realized that I hate Macbeth now. It will be a while until I like it again. I hate all nighters. I probably could've done that translation faster, but it was harder than I expected it to be.
So, what has Melissa done recently? Friday night she saw Big Fish. Children, if you see any movie in the next couple of weeks, see that one. It's superb and Tim Burton did a fantastic job. Oh man, 'twas so good.
Then Saturday, Melissa wrote a term paper.
Then Sunday, Melissa translated Macbeth into modern english.
Picked up these books Monday night: The Pcture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass - Lewis Carroll Frankenstein - Mary Shelley Dracula - Bram Stoker Franny and Zooey - J.D. Salinger
Okay, so my curiousity in The League of Extraordinary Men had now become somewhat of an obsession, but you know what? That's okay because I've never seen a movie that has made we want to read so much! I finished The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde last night. It was a great book, but at the same time a bit of a let down. By that I mean with Edward Hyde. I can't say why because I'm lending the book to Sage and hopefully to my readers who haven't read it, will read it too. So once Sage reads it, I want to talk to him about it. Silly snow, now I have to wait until tomorrow to give Sage the book and the movie :(
But alas I have more books to buy, Allan Quatermain and King Solomon's Mines - H. Rider Haggard The Invisible Man - Ralph Ellison Twenty Thousands Leagues Under the Sea - Jules Verne
I don't usually like nautical fiction stories (I guess that what you can call 20000 leagues) but what the hey?
It's nice to escape into a book. I've found my love for it again. Which is good, because I was missing it terribly.
Yeah, the Japanese dates got on my nerves, so I'm trying Hungarian just for fun :)
Anyway.
I guess I can't take Midol anymore. Too bad, because it works wonders. Yet again, I wasn't in school. I woke up at 5:30 this morning and threw up in the middle of the hallway. Afterwards, I proceded to throw up six more times by 6:50, and then I finally went to sleep. It was the Midol, unfortunately :( But my mother didn't let me go to school today. I mean, I felt fine right when I got up, but then walking to her room I got queasy again. Poo!
My counselor thinks my mother needs help and offered to see her now. I haven't asked my mother about it yet. It's good to have an adult behind you when you need it. I'm glad it's my counselor.
I watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen today and downloaded songs. It was an interesting movie. But it was painful to watch Venice fall to the ground...I mean water? But it was weird because they were driving on roads in Venice. I didn't get it.
Last night was the perfect example of coming back to Nightmareville from Dreamland.
Rowe (Dreamland) was fantastic. Honestly when I first got there I was so nervous and so scared about being there that I wasn't really enjoying myself until I got to the lake and I vented to Corin. Walking on the ice was so great. I stranded the group and kinda walked off by myself. It was like I was finding new land. I like making the first footprints in untouched snow/ice. But when we left, Corin and I ran to the end of the lake and it was so nice. Then I talked to Sage in front of the fire place about how I was feeling. Anyway, I became more comfortable. And my check in was a little depressing, but it was nice because my big brother Aram showed that he was here for me, by putting a brain ucker on my head (brain sucker = hand).
But it was fantastic. It really was. I listened in to a lot of conversations, and talked, and acted cute. I love Rowe. I'm going in the summer.
But when I got home (now Nightmareville) my sister informed my Noel and my mother got into a fight when Noel told my mother to "fuck off." So my mother is now just going to give us food money for the week and she's starting to work on her new apartment. Apartment = mom's room + dog's room + den + isolation from the rest of the house. So my mom fixed her shower in her room, got a toaster oven and portable stove thing for her room. Now she just leaves for work or stays in her room. I've taken this as my mother's excuse to not have to be our parent anymore. My mother "loves" us, but despises being a parent. She loathes it. How can you love your kids fully if you hate to be a parent? I don't get it. Anyway, it feels somewhat like abandoment. Yeah, we're still going to have food/lodging, but no mother. My mom doesn't want to be around us. I don't know what to do.
Sweet, sweet salvation in about 2 days. Boy, oh boy.
changed the picture to Pygmalion and Galatea by Gerome. credit to images.art.com however you're porbably not going to visit anyway.
not much to say. noels using MY fucking Garnier Fructis, even though she thinks it's for fucking everyone (everyone = her, and only fucking her) when really, my mother got it because my hair is getting weak and we're trying stuff to see if it works. noel rant. in about two seconds...
that stupid little fucking selfish little fucker i'm sick of her stupid little shit and she needs to fucking realize that the fucking world doesn't fucking revovle her. that stupid fucking little fucking drama queen stealing my shampoo for my fucking that stupid selfish bitch who likes to waste my mother's fucking money for her fucking needs. WELL LOOK YOU STUPID COCK SUCKING BITCH, THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING FAMILY HAVE SOME FUCKING NEEDS TOO YOU STUPID SELFISH WHORE, SO GET IT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING HEAD. IT'S MY FUCKING SHAMPOO YOU COCK SUCKING BRAT, AND LEAVE ME THE FUCKING HELL ALONE BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My most recent realization is that my sister is a selfish little brat and thinks she fucking can get whatever the fuck she wants. And she thinks that the Institues fucked her up so fucking much because of the type of school they ran. I recently read in a recent shitty song that she wrote that she tried to kill herself three times when she was 11. Knowning Noel the way that I do, she would never go that far. If you think that I should be more concerned and that's a bit asshole-ish of me, then think that. But I know it's all for fucking attention because Noel wants ALL of the attention. She thinks that her life has been soo fucking hard. Well look, Noel dear, we've gone through a lot fo the same shit. Dad's shitty, Nancy's shitty, life with mom isn't so easy, but you know, just because you're suffering, doesn't mean that you need to ignore everyone else's pain you selfish dimwit. And you think you've been through fucking hell and back. Consider the last five years of my fucking life. I went to the Institutes and I didn't have many friends either. But did YOU fucking gain like 20 pounds after YOUR knee injury. Did YOU become bulimic/anorexic??? Did YOU have to suffer not having food in your stomach for four days at a time? Was your reflection so warped that it took years to finally see the real you? Obviously not, because if you had seen your true reflection, you'd finally see what kind of person you bloody are.
Happy New Year, everyone. I had fun on Wednesday. Thank you Marisa for a wonderful time. You're quite the hostess.
I apologize for not bloggin as much. It seems I can't trust my feelings at the moment. What I mean is, I don't want to write anything down or blog anything, just becuase I don't want to feel that what I was feeling is false. I question everything that I feel, and ask myself why I feel a certain way and if that is the right way to feel and if that is what I'm REALLY feeling. If this confuses you, I'm not suprised. I'm just as confused. It's been like this since I first broke up with Sage. I've been over-evaluating every feeling, every action I take. I'm left questioning what's real and what's not. That's why I've been so very out of it.
I took everything that I was feeling and put it under a microscope when it came to Sage and I. I still am. It's like I stopped feeling. Which probably isn't true, but how would I know.
I'm really not depressed about it either. Maybe because I'm just immune to this recent behavior. Maybe it's because I have stopped thinking and questioning so much. But I questioned that statement just now. But I'll leave it.
What I've written is what I'm definite about. There are other things as well. Things with Sage, with School, with my life in general. But it can be a bit tiresome.
Tonight I really wanted to hang out with Sage. But one, I feel kind of silly asking and two, I had a feeling he didn't want to, which probably isn't true, but i don't like saying it isn't true because i feel like it's big headed of me to say. And plus we spent a lot of time together this break, so he'd probably want to hang out with other people anyway. Eh. All I know is, I talked to him about an hour ago, and the conversation just died. He was playing a computer game, so I knew there was nothing I could say to pull him away. Sorry dear. Anyway, I didn't want to go because I didn't want to feel alone, but I didn't want to waste my cell phone minutes. Even when there's really long silences when we talk, it's okay, because then I don't feel like I'm the only person around, you understand? That's always been a good thing about Sage and me, we don't have to talk to enjoy being in each other's company. It makes things a lot less stressful when spending time with a friend. But I'm going off topic. That's because I'm done with the main topic.
I'm going to Rowe Reunion on the 17th. And if Sage CALLS ROWE!!! he'll be going too. We've got to find a way to get there however. I'm afraid my mom won't have a car for the ride. I think it'd be okay to take the train up to whereever, anyway. Sounds like fun.
This is all for now. It feel better to confront some things, but it doesn't feel good that I'm most likely going to be alone tonight, because the only person I really want to hang out with at the moment is Sage. I need to stop being like that as well. I hate being alone. Okay, THIS is all.
Today, I received my Hello Kitty TV/DVD. It was only appropriate that the first thing I watched on it was a Japanese Anime film. Totoro, of course, it my favorite, and my only favorite because I'm not a big fan of Anime otherwise.
Yeah so uh...
I had fun Tuesday night, guys. Thanks. Ya'll better go to Nate's party on the 29th. Stupid hoes. J/K!!
My dog's Christmas present to us was a poo on the carpet. Oh, how I love my Schol-puppery :)
I don't really have anything to say guys. I'm going to see Return of the King with the fam, Sage, Aaron (?), and Nate(?) tonight. You're welcome to join us. Call my cell - 267.234.4184.
I like knitting, but no when I have to. The scarf is almost done. Speaking of which I should probably work on that. Toodles.
If you asked me, "Melissa, descibe the Cyndi concert in 6-10 words." I'd say:
It was 10000 times better than a massive orgasm.
Gals and guys, you must respect Cyndi. You must love Cyndi. She has the best voice ever. No, don't even argue with me. Because I could care less about your opinion until you see this woman perform and she how fucking incredible she is. Okay?
On the fourth day of Christmas, my mommie gave to me:
4 and 20 shots (a 24-exposure disposable camera).
I'm not going to be in school tomorrow. I'm way too sick. And the concert has sqeezed the last drips of energy I had out. I was getting really feverish and coughy and sneezy and dizzy and pass-outtie. So my mom's making me stay home.
My mother's doing the Twelve Days of Christmas this year!! So much fun!! This is what I've gotten (grammar?): On the first day of Christmas my mommie gave to me:
A insect in dreads in a chamber - i got a beatles dvd, noel a bob marley one, and gritz got the chamber of secrets. get it?! hardee har!! On the second day of Christmas my mommie gave to me:
Two things we love - we all got pretty, pretty journals (mine being rainbowy) and little email keeper things. On the third day of Christmas my mommie gave to me:
Three crunch agains - we each got those chocolalte oranges that you SLAM!! on the table or and other various, hard surface.
Fun, no?? And they're actually good presents! The last time my mom did it, all the gifts were crappy things from the dollar store.
My father is giving me the first 500 to Rowe for Christmas. That's all. But I'm quite happy :D
Is it just me, or is snow in December 10000xs prettier than January or Febrary snow?
Thanks for the input on my art project guys. Mucho appreciated.
I want to be fluent in Hungarian. But I say that I'll do a lot of things and never do them. But I really want to speak Hungarian. I need to buy some tapes or buy a Hungarian.
Next year, would anyone care if I celebrated Hanukka? I think I would enjoy that. It's kind of like the Twelve Days of Christmas, minus four days.
This is all, sorry I've been neglectful to the bloggo.
P.S. - Tomorrow, I see CYNDI LAUPER AT THE KESWICK!!!!!!!
Friday I go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and when I get home, the the Institutes' Christmas party (and hopefully after party w/ the rest of the graduates).
I'm bored. So I'm making my dates Japanese. And made this:
1) Melissa is like ____________ from Lion King because __________.
2) If Melissa was any vegetable she'd be a ____________.
3) Melissa, in a nutshell, is ___________.
4) I _______ Melissa because __________.
5) When Melissa dies, I will ______________.
6) When I think of Melissa, I think of ______________.
7) Melissa wants more butter. You ___________.
Yeah.
Besides Friday, this vacation sucked. Anyone want to hang out today? I hope I don't have any homework. I think I'm going to make Christmas Cards.
R.I.P George Harrison
February 25, 1943 - November 29, 2001
Why must cancer take the cool people?
Anyway, happy belated Thanksgiving, guys. My Thanksgiving was spent in front of the TV from 10:30 AM - 5:00 PM. At 5:00, I got ready to go to the William Penn Inn w/ my grandparents and I did. My mom was really sick. She was barfing up everything, so she couldn't go. So it was my Mimi, PopPop, NOeL, Gritz, and me. We had a good time, I guess. My grandparents kept asking us about mohawks and piercings.
I spent the afternoon with Sage, then we went to see Shattered Glass with Spencer and Shayna. The movie was...okay. Hayden Christansen bugged the shit outta me.
Yeah so...
Neil Harvey, the dean from the Cult School died this week. He was in for heart surgery, evidently for nothing that big, but he had a heart attack on the table or something. It's going to be weird when I go to the Christmas Party this year. I didn't get to talk to him much last year. I'm sad. And it makes me think about Glenn Doman, because he's even older than Neil. It's hard to imagine Neil and Glenn dying. They were/are huge parts of the Institutes.
Not much more to say. I'm bored and I need something to do tonight. This is all.
