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This blog has moved. Well, not the actually blog, but the blogger has moved to a new blog because they weren't able to access this one for a long time. Why am I talking in third person? Anyway, so if you want to keep reading updates go to http://morrigana3.blogspot.com/ or search on blogger under the blof name The Fields of Mag Tuireadh. Thanks Morrigana.

December

Well, I have to go back to my parents in a few days and while it will be nice to see them, I'm going to be there for three weeks. That might get hard. Anyway, the weather will be a million times nicer because my thermometer currently says 12 degrees and that's really cool. My parents tell me its 80 where they are, so at least it will be warmer. I've never experienced cold like this before. I mean, I've been cold, but I know I've never lived anywhere it gets this cold and I've probably only been in this kind of cold a few times before, so in conclusion is very shocking and was making me cough, due to the asthma and most likely not the strongest lungs. Anyway, that's enough about the cold. Its suppose to be warmer tomorrow and then obviously it will be warmer at my parents house.
A friend from my old city is in town and I went out with him and his writing partner, or composing partner, or something. Anyway, they're writing a musical together and it's really good. I'm not just saying this because he's a very dear friend and other stuff, but its really really good. Besides he wouldn't take the time to look at my blog so I could totally bash the show if it sucked, but it doesn't. Its really good and I'm so proud of him. I just want to say to everyone. I use to date-and-other-things that guy, yeah, I did, I dated-and-other-things greatness. Together theose two guys could probably go really far. I'm so happy for them. Now, if only my shows will have the potential to go so far. I'm sure that if I work hard enough and am pushy enough I'll be able to succeed. Maybe I'll just have to sleep with the right person. I suppose I should get really good first. Well practice makes perfect. Any volunteers. Just kidding. Well, only a little. No I really am kidding. Now, let me take a moment to reflect on my bedroom skills (cue the reflection music) I'm getting better. I'm not so scared about looking like a moron so I'm better at acting or whatever. Okay that enough (cut the music).
Well, this brings me to discussing last night. Oh, last night. (sigh) I had fun. Too bad both the above guys were so drunk they don't remember anything. By the way, the sugue from sex to last night is not in anyway suggestive of anything. I was just moving on. Okay, now that that's settled. We just talked about a lot of stuff and flirted and drank and repeated. And it was snowing. That was amazing. It was so pretty. The first snow fall in New York City. Granted, it wasn't much snow, but it was pretty none the less and now it's really cold. Well, I seem to be where I started. So good night and have a great tomorrow.

I think my life is some dark absurd comedy. I have managed to eat two different kinds of mold in wo days. I noticed the second one faster than the first. It was lettuce mold, in a wrap. This is absolutely rediculous. I guess since my little fall didn't kill me the universe has to find another way to do it. I suppose the universe wants to get a little laugh about it first. "Haha. Look at that silly little blond girl. Haha. I'm trying to kill her." As if I'm not doing a good enough job screwing up my own life. Universe, I don't need your help messing up my life. I can manage well enough on my own. Seriously. Its like my morbid childhood belief is coming true. I used to believe that I would live to be 18, then I would die. No more me. So being 19 now, is really cool, in that I'm still alive, and miserable, in that I thought I was going to die before I got here. Yeah....I had odd beliefs as a child. I would even picture my death sometimes. I thought I would get hit by a car. Or be in a car and drive off a cliff. Actually someone else would drive off the cliff and I'd be riding shotgun. So I never really took an active role in my death when I dreamed about it. Some one else was always acting my death upon me, but it was never murder.
Anyway, so yeah....the universe is trying to kill me.

PS. I'm not drunk. I honestly believe this.

Oh my goodness, so much to update. Most importantly I actually got my stitches out on Wednesday. Yippee! I am so happy. The stitches and stuff was a nightmare, an absolute nightmare.
My friends took me out to a belated birthday dinner and it was really nice. Just us four, in a restaurant, eating semi-alright chinese food and lots of laughter. I love them.
However, bad news-wise. I have this odd red spot on my arm and its been there for like a week, maybe a little more and it hasn't gone away. I have no idea what it is. I think its getting paler though.
I also had this really, really gross experience a couple of nights ago. I was eating a pita beard and putting cream cheese on it (its actually pretty good) anyway, it was dark-the lights were off, my roommates were asleep-and then I noticed that the pita tasted funny, so I looked at it really closely and I was covered in mold. Well, not covered, but there were spots and I know for certain I ate a bunch. Yuck! It was the grosses thing ever and I was heaving and washed my mouth out, but I didn't throw-up or anything. Anyway, now I've been having an allergic reaction to something, because my skin in my stomach is itchy and has little red splotches on in. It is really gross. I'm really distrubed my this actually. Its disgusting.
I also did something really dumb. I was sending the people who are going to act in my scene for one of my classes and the whole point of the email was to send the scene, but I completely forgot to attach it and didn't realize, until one of them told me. So not only did I eat mold, I'm retarded.
And I thought things would be better after the stitches came out. Ha.
To end on a posistive note, I submitted a play to a national 10 minute play contest, so cross your fingers for me. Thanks.

I thought today was the day I would get my stitches out. That's what the doctor told me, but lo and behold, it is friday night and I still have stitches. I only have 4 now, but I still have little bits of thread in my chin. I am not happy. I went to the hospital this morning, okay sometime after noon when I woke up, to get my stitches out. I go through the whole rigamarole of signing in and waiting and so on. I finally see a doctor and she goes about taking about the stitches and I think I'm good to go. Then she decides that she needes the doctor who put the stitches in to see my chin now that they've come out. So he comes in an looks at my chin then goes out and she comes back in and says that it wasn't healing straight so she was going to have to reopen the wound and re-stitch it. So now I have 4 new stitches in my chin. Also she didn't put enough of the stuff to numb my chin in my chin, so I could still feel the pain everytime she did a stitch. Now I have to wait until wenesday to get these stitches out and she want me to go before my first class which is at 9:30. Arg! I am so mad and I just want to cry. I thought I was getting these stupid things out and now I have new ones, less, but they are still there. I just want them out. They make me miserable, because they itch and hurt and make it a chore to eat. I really just want to cry.

Thanksgiving

I didn't go home for Thankgiving because that would entail flying across the country for like three days, which is ridiculous, I'd spend more time on the plane and just end up being over stressed out. However, neither did my new best friends, so we hung out. Larke had a bunch on friends her and one of them has a boyfriend who lives in the city and he cooked Thai food for us. It was amazing he is such a good cook and he is Thai, so it was really Thai food. I love my friends.

The day after my birthday was fairly strange also. Besides the fact that I was totally out of it and sat through my first two classes in a complete fog, my third class became quite a to-do. My third class on mondays is my Dramatic Writing Colloquium. Which means that I write stuff and my class mates write stuff, and on the days when it is our turn we have our stuff presented. So we have to act. Well today was an acting day for me. I was in two different scenes. The first one went well. I didn't have many lines and I didn't need to express too much emotion. The second scene was harder, in that I was the main character, I had a lot of lines and I had to go through a bunch of different emotions. So after having read through the scene twice and gone through it once with the other person I was suppose to present. I'm moving the chair on stage to where I need it for thr scene when the Chair of my department walks in and says that a TV crew from China wants shots of him interacting with student. Oy vay. So I have to wait for them to fix the lights for the camera and re-arrange the audience so it looks like there are more of them. I'm just sitting there waiting, because I'm used to this kind of thing, having spent a lot of time on TV sets as a child, with my dad. However, my partner is not doing so well. She was nervous to begin with and now it our international TV debut. So I'm going to be on Chinese TV. I'm gonna be huge. Ha. Apparently it is for a TV special on the best International Universities and they didn't just pick New York University(oops. I let it slip. Oh well), they picked Tisch School for the Arts, which is a the arts academy withih NYU. Isn't that awesome? And I'm going to be on the special in face and name. Not only did they film me acting, but they shot the discussion afterwards and since the students can never remember the character's names in the scenes they always talk about the characters in regards to the actor's names. So they used my name in the discussion. I'm going to be an international superstar! People from all over China are going to flock to my apartment(actually dorm) in hopes of catching a small glimpse of me. I'll have to hire a body gaurd and people will just throw strings of pearls at me as I walk down the street to class. Maybe I'll even make enough money to get an apartment in The Village that's not student housing. Anyway, enough silly day dreaming. Its more likely that they'll be like who is that silly blond girl with the bandage on her chin? I know its my stitches, but maybe in China they'll think its a fashion statement. That's even more ridiculous. I'm going to stop. I think some of my brain fell out through the hole in my chin.