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 =]

Our toilet's name is Moaning Myrtle.

Naps are my new best friend, my saving grace, in fact. I fell asleep this afternoon with the intention of waking up after 20 minutes. An hour and 40 minutes later I wake up from my nap in a panic. I had a huge project due tuesday that was still far from being completed. I rushed to consult my syllabus a final time before fully diving in. I do this only to find that I had made a mistake. Fatty project isn't due for another 4 weeks! Instead I am expected to turn in a much smaller assignment tomorrow. I should take naps more often =]

I kind of have this obsession with ninjas. I am a ninja-chaser, afterall. It started last year when I attended a Japan club activity. We were split up into teams to find "the seven scampers" around campus. My team tore across BYU campus for over an hour trying to hunt down the handfull of asians in neon-colored unitards. We were given clues to five of the scampers' locations, but the remaining two scampers would just be running around campus as well, and we would have to catch them.

With only minutes left before we were to report back to base camp, my team spotted the last of the scampers. His unitard was black. He was jogging by the Tree of Knowledge? sculpture, and the moment he noticed us he booked it inside the McKay building. The chase was on.

My friend Jordan in the lead, we chased that dumb ninja through the McKay, Swicket, and JFSB, lunging over entire flights of stairs in efforts to keep up with him. We finally cornered him in the basement of the JFSB, and took our picture with him as our trophy.

Although we were not the first team to return to base camp, we were awarded first place because we were the only ones who succeeded in finding all seven ninjas.

I have been in love with ninjas ever since.

Quote from the day: "Life is awkward. You can do awkward things." -Melissa

My cousin Bron is my best friend. We are only five months apart in age, and we grew up, literally, across the street from each other. We had the same friends, we were in the same classes, and we were involved in the same after-school activities. I am the reason he graduated high school. He is the reason I cherish my childhood. Even when we arrived as freshmen at BYU, he and I were randomly assigned to the same freshman orientation group, and ended up having most of the same friends. Bron is currently serving a two-year mission for the LDS church in Auckland, New Zealand. He had wanted to go there ever since he saw Lord of the Rings. Before he left, the longest I had ever gone without seeing him was for a month, during summer 2008. And what a lonely month that was.

It has been five months since Bron left on his mission. It took an incredible amount of willpower not to storm the MTC during the week when our times in Provo overlapped. An event that happened in my family this fall had me aching for him, and Christmas just wasn't the same. I pray for his safety everyday.

Apartment-hunting has begun again. Melissa, Elise, and I took to the streets Saturday afternoon to check out some of our options. We fell in love with a couple different complexes, so it will be interesting to see where we will end up. Oh please, let the deciding-process be easier than last year!

I'm not sure I can call 2am a reasonable bedtime.

-Susie

Once Upon a Dream

The sun was setting as I broke out into a run. I chanced a glance over my shoulder as I rounded the corner. I was running out of options. I was running out of options of where to run. My chest was pounding. If I could just make it two more blocks....If I could just make it to Steven's....He'd protect me. My pursuers had been following me for hours, I knew this. But they had waited for the broadcast this afternoon before they started their chase. I knew what the wanted. But if I had anything to say about it, their efforts would all be in vain. I was almost there. I had finished my task and I was almost home free.....Keep on running Susie....



I have dreams similiar to this one all the time. Whenever I'm not sleep-drprived enough to actually remember my dreams, I'm regularly treated with some sort of a I've-got-to-save-the-world-secret-mission-ninja-chase. I'm not sure what this says about me or my life's motivation. But I've known for a while that I want to make a difference.

Since entering college however, my plans to make a difference have seem to be deflated somewhat. It was easy to make a difference in high school. People all around me were on my side, cheering me on, wanting to see me suceed. Then came BYU. Man, was I humbled. I was no longer unique. I was no longer the best. I was no longer sure of my role in life.

I struggled with picking a major for a long time. I bounced from Theater Education, to Media Arts, to Recreation Management, then to Elementary Education. As I was taking the pre-reqs for El Ed, I was trying the answer the question in my mind, "Do I want to help kids inside or outside of the classroom?" I finally came to the conclusion that I could make a difference in the lives of children outside of the classroom. I was back to Rec Management. I'm taking a couple of the classes for the major this semester, and so far so good.


I'd be jealous of my dreams too. =]


<3Susie