hackneyed 2007 wrap-up post

So...New Year's? Not my current favorite holiday.

Though I AM looking forward to this new year, very, very much. 2007 has been a long fucking year. Lots of good stuff happened, lots of lousy stuff happened... I think it's safe to say that it was definitely my most dramatic, action-packed year yet. I don't know. I experienced some of my proudest moments ever-- WTTAN, BUSTAMFOP in general, graduation-- and some of my worst personal-life moments to date. I turned 22. I moved. All sorts of things.

Anyway, here's something to ring out the old:

Hark! From the tomb a doleful sound
Mine ears attend the cry
Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie!

Princes, this clay must be your bed
In spite of all your towers
The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.

Great God, is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb
And yet prepared no more.

A song of cheer and happiness from the Sacred Harp. Really, though, Plenary (162 for the dorks) is one of my favorite tunes to sing, and we sang it twice today-- once in a small sing we had at home, and once on the street as we were leaving dinner. It's a gorgeous melody, and a familiar one, and those words really mean something, I'm not sure what, to me. They've stuck with me since the first time I sang that song, which is probably just about a year ago now.

I guess to conclude, if this what I'm doing-- this past year has taught me that nothing is more important than surrounding myself with people that I love. It's the only thing that makes everything worth it. And I'm finding out how hard it is to do that sometimes, but also how the payoff is always a great one.

Here's to 2008-- and what I hope will be a year of unprecedented love, courage and inspiration-- a year of being easier on myself, and trying to be more gentle in all that I do. And, of course, a year of... productivity!

Happy New Year, ye brave, happy few.

And what a charming gut it is.

Ah, the holidays! I've passed a lovely few days here thus far.






You know what? I thought I wanted to write this right now. But I don't. I want to watch Barton Fink.









-CHET!

God, that's good!

I saw Sweeney Todd last night. It was a big night for me. I've been looking forward to it in a way I've never looked forward to anything before....with the exception of meeting Brian Stokes Mitchell. So there was a lot at stake.

I'm extremely happy to be able to say: I loved it! I had a great time and I thought it was wonderful. So many great details and things from the show as I know it...and a lot of really inventive, creative, beautiful new stuff, too. And the blood-oh, the blood!

The Times gave it a really nice review-- the nicest movie review I've read in a long time, I think. Here's a link.

Flavorpill, on the other hand, turns up the snark dial ten 90 degrees and comes out with this:

Even if you don't care for the self-important saccharine of composer Stephen Sondheim; even if you claim a chemical aversion to the movie-musical genre; even if you profess disdain for the indulgences of director Tim Burton; and even if (and this is the biggest caveat of them all) you experience that rare immunity to the great beauty of Johnny Depp, Sweeney Todd cannot be dismissed out of hand. The film adaptation of the now-legendary Broadway production about a barber (Depp) out to avenge his wife and child by, uh, making meat pies out of wrongdoers with his accomplice Mrs. Lovett (Helena Bonham Carter) is great, oddly not-guilty fun.

– Lisa Rosman

Sorry...do you know who Sondheim is? People call him a lot of things, but I doubt the word "saccharine" has EVER been applied to ANYTHING he's ever written. Lisa Rosman...who are you? Yeah, great.

Anyway....it's wonderful and I really look forward to seeing it again.

NO MORE EMO!

I'm done being emo. It's boring. (I realized I've watched way too many eps of SVU and that I need to chill the fuck out. [Chill the Fuck Out! Remember that party? Was that where the cops threatened us with the paddy wagon?])





Anyway, Thom linked me this really nice article about the All-For-Nots show that Rinnz and I went to earlier this week. Check it out.

I don't want to kiss you, I don't want to touch.

So....I was feeling shitty this morning. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a lot, lot better. I talked about my shitty night to Ava and Katy and Emily and Erin and Nitz and they all really made me feel a lot, lot better. I got really jazzed up about feeling better, and I even made plans to CLEAN MY FRIDGE. Wow.


But now, all of a sudden, I think I feel worse than I have yet. A whole NEW crop of fears has surfaced-- basically, I remembered that I spent a significant part of my night in the bar talking to this Indian man in a bad Scottish dialect. Why? I'm a fucking moron, that's why.

What the hell else did I do? Katie very unhelpfully added "and he was getting touchy" about this guy. Thanks, thanks alot. Thanks for letting me stay in that situation, Katie. Thanks, Anna, for being such an idiot.

I have never hated myself so much. I'm going back to bed.

I know these posts are already old and boring. I know. But I just keep thinking that if I keep talking about this, I'll feel better and get it out of my system. Bad choices, bad choices, bad choices. Why do I make them? God. This kind of shit will NEVER happen to me again, EVER.

I'm trying to let Elvis soothe my worries. He's sort of helping.

great

Well, I've really outdone myself this time.

Last night, I got so completely drunk that I don't remember large chunks of time....ripped my jeans...ruined my coat....and left my purse (wallet, keys, cell phone, purse that I LOVE) in a cab.

Yup.


Now, all I can do is feel bad for myself, cry, feel sick, and not know how to live my life without those few, tiny, relatively insignificant things.

My mom is like "Honey, stop beating yourself up. It could happen to anyone." And I know she's right-- I'm just so upset with myself for drinking so much, and I feel so fucking stupid to have let this happen.


Ugh. This really blows.

The cabbie found my purse and called Katie and told her he had it. Unfortunately, that is all that seems to have happened. I am hoping and wishing that he'll call again.

Sometimes I just don't understand the way I behave.

...when both the talk and people are so nice.

Two links that make me smile today:

#1

and

#2 .

Enjoy them.