Avant-garde

'Ne-ne-ne' like the sound of a baby

11 seconds of pure silence

'Ne-ne-ne' like the sound of a baby

40 seconds of pure silence

1 minute of 'rrrr' by a motor

15 seconds of pure silence

'Ooooh' from an excited young girl




Futuristic and Dada theater was popularized in the early 20th century, as a social response to the World Wars. It is not supposed to make sense.

My group was given this piece two minutes before we were to perform it in front of our class today. Caitlin and I were casted as the motor. Needless to say, I had a difficult time not breaking.


The show is canceled

<3Susie

Despite, perhaps, popular belief

I have some goals, believe it or not. Neatly written on a 3"-5" notecard held up by some sticky tack, they stare me in the face everytime I sit down at my desk. And here they are:

Susie's Goals for 2010
-Draw closer to Christ

-Try harder in my studies

-Develop meaningful relationships

-Find more ways to serve others

-Foster talents



DC went pretty well last week. Prop load wasn't too big, and P-pack was really on top of things, as usual. And I've decided whom to pick for my new assistant as a result of our try-outs. Hopefully they work out well. As fun as DC is, it is nice to have my life back again for a couple weeks, before our March show comes around.


On my desk right now I have a bottle of Martinelli's, over a dozen dead glowsticks, 3 tubes of car paint, an overflowing stack of books, "Cartoon Susie" sketched by Amy, a lightbulb, $10 in quarters, my scriptures, a bouncy ball, Elmer's glue, a jar of peanut butter, and a sticky note that reads "Thanks for being my wingman", among various other things that make me happy.


At home, I used to have a pretty sweet supply of play weapons chilling in the back of my truck, to entertain whoever it was I threw back there that day. Since moving to Utah, I have limited my weapon supply to just the bare essentials. But recently, with Steph's help, my arsenal just got a little bit better. I now have a marshmallow gun to accompany my potato pellet guns, and airzooka. =]


Eat death, Death Eater!
<3Susie

Pestersome is totally a word.

Would you rather almost date someone, and have it not work out. Then later have them tell you they're gay.
OR
Would you rather almost date someone, and have it not work out. Then later have them tell you they're gay, but then they start dating someone else a month later?


.....yeah.....



The last few days have been pretty hectic for me, with various school obligations sucking up most of my time. During my wee-hours-in-the-morning homework sessions, all I can think about is how I really just want some time to clean my desk, write a couple of letters, and make some peanut butter cookies. Normally, I would just hold out until the next week to satisfy my need for some quiet Susie-time, but show week starts monday, and P-pack and I start tomorrow. It's pretty incredible how much we put into making everything, quite overwhelming actually. Show weeks are definately the most taxing weeks of my semesters.

Speaking of DC, we've already interviewed half of the applicants for my replacement. So far, there's only one girl who looks promising, so we'll probably have her help out backstage for one of the shows next week and see how she does with that.




Sometimes I like to entertain the thought of dropping out of school, and becoming a barber.




Since BYU, I have made a fairly solid reputation for myself as being a pretty mean brownie-maker. However, brownies are not my speciality. You will be pretty hard-pressed to find someone out there who can make a better peanut butter cookie than Susie A. Ingoldsby. I'm just sayin'...



It really needs to snow more.

-Susie =]