So I was reading my friends page and I'm came along Gloria's entree that contains a block of data most contradictive to Gloria's personality. I read some of the months and then a few titles and began to think, "who wrote this crap?" But then I stumbled on my month, september. Remarkably perceptive. It captures many nuances of my character and value system. Let's take another look at in detail, line by line (I will comment in brackets):

SEPTEMBER=SEXY

Loves to chat. [I am a texter]
Loves those who love them. [sure, me and battlestar]
Loves to takes things at the centre. [right at the centre, no deviation]
Great in bed. [not my best fortune cookie, but okay]
Inner and physical beauty. [but apparently no middle beauty]
Doesn't pretend. [except when I pretend not to care]
Gets angry often. [in my defense I work for johan]
A meaningful love life partner. [i can call you betty, you can call me al]
Makes right choices. [not right turns]
Treats friends importantly. [alls of thems equally]
Brave and fearless. [i once faced and slaughtered two tyler hall bugs]
Always making friends. [not with the tyler hall bugs]
Does not harm others. [again, just the bugs]
It is all about love and fairness. [and robots]
Easily hurt but recovers easily. [save the cheerleader, save the world]
Daydreamer. [explains both my poor grades in physics and my A in jonel's]
##### and does fullfill. [Nat: for all your #####-ing needs]
Opinionated. [i always thought so]
Does not care to control emotions. [when you least expect, feelings happen]
Knows what to do to have fun. [knows what to do: to have fun.]
Unpredictable. [2]
Someone to have close to you. [if, say, you are chilly or need a hug]
Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all. [already covered this...]
If you repost this in the next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do not speak to much in the next 4 days. [I hope go on a stake-out with olivia benson. or even a steak-out.]


So they nailed me. Am I that transparent? Darn. Darn heck gosh! Well, massive chain post, touche. You win this round.

Coming home is always full of possibility...

Surprise! there's dirty dishes.
Surprise! you burned dinner and set off the smoke alarm.
Surprise! mold has formed what might be called pouches in your apple cider.

Sometimes you just feel like Charlie Brown.

Heroes returned tonight. I wants more. Soon comes the Baltarstar Galactithon followed by the farscapisode. I played me some star wars on the big screen at the wood. it's like sitting three feet from a tv, but I can do this. also, I just inherited the gamecube as I helped alex aqcuire a wii on sunday. now I am returning to my electronics and ice cream before I pass the fuck out. Tomorrow I will try to make contact with my friends in oswego and syracuse for hang outs.

Right.
So I needed a big comeback. One always needs a major theme to drive home when recommitting to the online journal experience. My theme today is my nose. My nose is whistling and it's driving me crazy.
So I thought to myself: now would be the perfect time to post.

Whence last we spoketh, I had just finished the audition process for Antigone. Things have happened since thems days.

I played Creon in Antigone.
I played Sigmund Freud in Dora: A Case of Hysteria.
I played Scrooge in Christmas Carol.

I pulled more leads this semester than I have done shows in any previous semester. And somehow I rocked out a 3.93 GPA. Which goes to show that physics and math classes are unhealthy and should be avoided.

The semester was long and drooling, but I had a lot of fun. My Shakespeare classes were probably my favorites: reading and analyzing with Sam and Kleber in Pat Murphy's class, then goofing off and doing Shakespeare on the Couch with Sam in Mark's class. Alas, I have lost my Shakespeare partner to the terrors of the post-graduate world. I hope some other enthusiasts turn up, I can't imagine a year and a half without it.

New also to Oswego is the Sunday Night Clue Club Crew. Granted, we've met once, but it's going to hit the roof next semester. The words irresistable and salubrious come to mind. I only know what one means. I read the other in a Calvin comic.

Christmas was a spectacular success. New shakespeare sets, battlestar galactica sets, legos, astronomical calendars. And I bought myself the Life Pursuit by Belle and Sebastian. New years happened at the shuster house, with the traditional bonfire in the woods. It was strange to think that my trip with joe was a whole year ago. McCabe and I are making plans to hit London over spring break. I got to see the boys and also joe and the girls. We did the usual poker where I lose and then a few parties with the others, one of which we played scrabble in and I believe I won with jakki. Yes, I remember, we won. Not David Lu, us. David came in just after dead last place. I hit the NPHS with Evan to see who we could see and met up with Ralph Shroer and Bill Zimmer, who mentioned googling his name and finding this internetslog. I told him about my shows and Dora, which is actually coming to New Paltz. Hopefully the last time Ihave to tell this story. The show I was in was selected to travel to our five-state regional festival being held in... New Paltz. Parker Theatre. As Evan says, "Local Boy Makes Good."

I caught up with Sarah today and did the Barkery thing. It was nice to see her, it sort of rounded off my time home with a pleasant face and an ever-good hugger. Also I picked up some Tom Waits on vinyl. I leave in a few days to head back for pick-up rehearsals, but Esteban is staying here. Damn it! I need to feed him. I always forget. Anyway, I'll be back a week later for a week of ACTF and then the dentists and then spring semester.

You know what Nick would say? Who's up for bad ideas 2007?

I am up for Chinese Food 2007.

And my Battlestar Galactica Marathon. \/\/00+

Auditions were tonight. We'll see.

I discovered today that I have a different nickname for all the men named Steve that I know. My sister's boyfriend, Steven, is a real Eh! Steve kind of steve. My professor of electronics is more the Stevsie or "Poppa" Steve kind. And of course, Steve Mazzoccone, for who my fish is fondly named, Esteban.

How did I let this happen?

Yesterday I was only here for a month. Today, I have three days left. I've let myself get attached to the people here. Some more than others. Seth is already gone and I can feel it. I have to go on Thursday, and it's going to suck more than a little. Some people I've barely said hello to are already possibly leaving my life for good. I hope I can keep in touch and visit some this year. If so, then I'll have managed more than I have for the people from high school.

There's much to look forward to, though. I'm really split down the line on my major. I can't decide between performance and technical. I need to find a way to balance both and continue a steady growth in each field without ignoring either. I have realized that I have many opportunities for acting ahead of me, but far to few technically. I need to find a way to expand those horizons. I don't know if I'll be able to pull that off in Oswego. I may to go elsewhere for the skills I can't find in my department. But plan A is to try and find them. I know they're there, I just need to make people find the time to teach them to me. I'm not thinking about plan B, because I never have one. There's just always a new plan A.

Twelve hours in the shop on monday and tuesday.
Fourteen on wednesday.
Regular day on thursday.
Strike of Music Man from 6 pm to 2 am tonight.
Load-in of Gigi from 8 am to 10 pm tomorrow.
Twelve hours on Sunday.
4 am call on Monday.

And the actors will not be quiet.

Work is exhausting, but enjoyable. I build sets all day and hang out with the technicians at night. Tonight we went to see Music Man. The theatre is absolutely beautiful from the house. The ceiling is domed and there's a giant chandelier at the center.

Yesterday I was totally drained from work. I walked to wegman's for real groceries and almost passed out in the advil aisle. Oh, and by the way. I did it again today.

Two holes in my left hand.

Something needs folding
Something needs stacking
Suitcases on the ground
Packing tonight!

Better take work boots,
and a few more books
Pillows and sheets, also
So no sleep tonight!

I'll grab my laptop, you get the map,
I'll put my iPod in with this crap.

Old socks and boxers,
New pair of Dockers,
Clothing is lying all around.
New job tomorrow,
Laundry tonight!

If livejournal were a party, then it would be a very good party. There would be drinks, chips, friends, sports, fights, adventures in the backyard, fireworks, everything. When last I was updating, there seemed to be good attendance at the party, it was alive and vibrant. Then I left. To get some ice. And I come back four or five months later and everyone has left! The door is locked. I run around the side of the house, wedge open a window and climb in. My leg kinda catches on the frame and I tumble onto a real big actor named Zach, sleeping on the couch. Now I'm lying on him and my face is inches from his. One lid slowly open and his eye rolls into focus. He says, "Nat! Where did YOU go?" "Ice!" I grunt. "Where is everyone?" "They went to coleman's for karaoke. I came by to visit and decided to wait. There's a sale at Byrne dairy if you want to go."

So we got up and made for the door. On the way out I saw David Lu. Something in me told me that this was out of place, because David goes to school in Rochester. So I decided that I was dreaming, and as long as I was dreaming, there would be no consequences, and as long as it didn't matter, I was going to rob a bank.

We went to the costume shop and asked Judy if we could borrow some masks. I can't remember if it was at OSU or not. They might have a costumer named Judy at URoch too, which would be a cool coincidence. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it was ours. We grabbed some sombreros as well and, looking around, realized something was missing. "We need a good looking guy!" I realized with sudden dismay. So we went to coleman's and grabbed Powers. I explained that it was a dream and at first he was outraged at having to work during a dream. I told him what we were planning and he reluctantly agreed. He was hoping for a Zombie attack, but came around when he saw how debonair our masks were.

We holed ourselves up above the bookstore for several months, planning our attack and not shaving. Empty axe and tuna cans lined the walls of our lair. Towards the end of January morale grew low and David was complaining daily about being in the wrong storyline. We had to eat the bookstore owner that night. The next day, Zach took over running the shop to avert suspicion, explaining that the owner had "gone to coleman's for karaoke." Apparently this happens a lot.

We started the tunnel and worked day and night. We actually took a few wrong turns, due to Ryan's poor cartography skills, which resulted in some embarrassing predicaments. First we broke through in the river. You're thinking, the Oswego river! That's just down the hill from HSBC. Not so bad for college students. Actually, it was the Hudson river, and we were just north of the Tappan-Zee. We had dinner at a little place on a pier I know of down that way.

The next time we surfaced, it was out of the tiled ceiling in the Oswego police department. They were as confused as us, but we explained that we were "doing the Bridge street run" and they happily drove us home. They even let us use the siren at Zach and Power's request.

As you may have predicted, the third time we tunneled right into the heart of the vault. Alarms blaring, we stuffed the money into sacks and sombreros and made our masked way out into the night. Only it was the middle of the day. And there was Powers, sitting behind the wheel of a 1921 two-door ford huckster. Black. We leaped in and had quite the getaway chase scene with the police. Of course, they were all driving 2003 ford crown victorias. We bribed our way to freedom. And the end of the dream is hazy now, but I think we just made it to the $5.50 DVD bin at Walmart when I woke up. I hate that.

I looked around, realized I had wasted a good hour writing ridiculous stories in my livejournal and that now would be a good time say something true and wrap things up.

I bought a kitchen table today for my new apartment. I was willing to pay $50. The salvo man wouldn't sell it for more than twenty. I also found out today that I was almost named Hawthorne. That might have been fun. Not to mention I would probably have gotten 'Nate' a lot less... "Hawthorne Adams Angstrom" That's a founding fathers-type name. I would be like Early Nineteenth Century President Man. Yeah, so I got that going for me.

I don't know about the rest of you, but in times of crisis, I find that I try to reinvent myself. My use of 'crisis' here probably isn't what you expect from the word. You might think from popular context that I had a paper due tomorrow or that my bank account was once again reading negative thirty-seven dollars and eight cents. The sense I am trying to convey is a time of struggle and challenge. A turning point. In the Foundation Trilogy, Asimov uses the word to highlight a series of challenges that the Foundation faces over several centuries. Economic, political and social forces wrestling against one another until the conflict runs it's inevitable course and a peaceful solution is forged. These are times that one can merely endure, and they are always times of broad, sweeping changes.

Which brings me to screen names. How is it that people have thought of every obscure nickname that I could ever have wanted to apply to my online persona and gotten there first. It's become nearly impossible to pull off a screen name without at least one number in it. Which certainly reduces whatever effect that you might want this representation of you to carry. What I mean is, yourworstnightmare783 doesn't strike terror into my heart. And what of the other 782? Must we be clever in binary to get the exact clever expression we want?

Here's a list of the names I tried in vain to create tonight. Some are amusing, some are cute, some are dumb. And somewhere along the line, it became test for me to find the name that needed no numerical delineation:
Foundation
FoundationMan
DownStageLeft
DownStageRight
InTheGrid
FoundationsEdge
BastianFalkor
BastianFaalkor
UpStageLeft
UpStageRight
OffStageLeft
OffStageRight
WhatsHisFace
SidFrenchman
SidFwenchman
SidHoffman
GrumbleCakes
ManInChair
MarleysGhost
Fhqwhgads


WickedBawd - Finally, long after I had stopped caring, this one stuck. Although I really liked GrumbleCakes, it wasn't meant to be.

Where was I? Hmmm, oh yes. Invention. I think this is a way of checking ourselves (I'll take the liberty to apply this behavior of mine generally) against who we've become. While we've been busy doing things, have we forgotten who we are? Not that a screen name is necessarily an all-embracing representation of our ... hang on. Phone.

There goes that train of thought. But I did kill a big spider while I was on the phone. Perhaps I should have tried ArachnidBane... Anyway, I think all this business of invention and reinvention is strictly in my mind and a means to a comforting end. I found a new apartment a few days ago. I made a new tie-line bracelet. Bought new records. Made a new screenname. Put a new sticker on my laptop. Tomorrow I'm going to salvo for funishings and maybe back to Rhino for a new turntable and stereo set. Then I'm doing something different. Seeing an old friend. It's discomforting to feel that you may be getting left behind. That's what all this is about. Remembering all the things that make you smile and feel complete. Rediscovering youself so that you don't leave anything behind.

The thing about Asimov's characters is that they aren't necessarily integral to the resolution of the crisis, but they all have to find a way to survive it. They probably all went shopping, too.