My Very First Shostegigi and My StacArtistic Revelation

I had a wonderful time today. Everybody's gifts were so creative! Even though I didn't get a gift myself (which I really don't mind), I was laughing my butt off at everybody's voodoo dolls. Especially Emily's, which I still don't understand. And Michelle Marin's (it was so realistic). And Lisa's, which was just perfect. The entire affair got me in such a great spirit for Christmas.
Also, yesterday was StacArt. What first started out as a simple Inside-Outside idea in which you can see inside of a garbage can has turned into a utopian New York City where the grass in green and everybody throws away their trash. I've started getting so many ideas for incorporating different supplies and I think even though I may not be very good, this project might turn out great.

My weekend

This weekend, I went to Michelle's "Annual Ugly Sweater Holiday Potluck Party." In my opinion, my sweater was the ugliest. Anyway, we did karaoke and I sang "What Dreams Are Made Of" from the Lizzie McGuire Movie, and I was surprised to learn that almost nobody knew that I got into Stac for singing. I haven't really done any singing since the year started because I think I'm better at writing than performing. Also, my dad says I sing like a mouse, but that might be because he's partly deaf. Also, we played Taboo and one word that I had was 'jump,' and I couldn't say 'hop' or 'bunny' or 'hopscotch,' etc. I decided on, 'To propel yourself in the air, such as in a certain children's game which takes place on black rubber.' I think Taboo might become a new hobby of mine, if I ever buy it.
Lastly, I'm looking forward to my very first shoshtigigi, although I don't really know what it's like.

StacArt

Okay, so I haven't really been doing anything lately. Technically, I am writing right now, and I just finished my English essay (pure genius by the way), and I am in the middle of a Social Studies essay (also pure genius so far), but that doesn't count in my book. Today was StacArt, which is bittersweet for me. I'm not very good at drawing but I love everybody else's projects and I love watching them work. Ellen made the inside of her brain out of plaster of Paris, Emily made the sun with cray pas, Jessica drew our bedroom, and Danny drew himself as a robot-steam punk-type superhero. My work, I feel, was not as good. I did, however, learn that you can use water to make the cray pas look smoother, and ended up making the road in my picture look substantially more like a road.

White Devil

Last night, Jess, Emily, Shiana, John, Luke, and I went to see a play at Adelphi called White Devil, and I have to say, it was wonderful. I loved the costumes and the acting, although I couldn't understand the language most of the time. That's a downside to Jacobian theatre, it's from a different time where the language was so intricate, especially in plays. My favorite character was Flamineo. He was so comical, and even if I didn't understand what he was saying most of the time he kind of made me understand the gist of it. Plus, the boy who played him reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio in his Titanic years. But the girl who played Vittoria- I feel like I've seen her before. She just seemed so familiar but I can't remember if I've actually met her before. Everybody's costumes were also so cool. I wish that since they were all in sort of dark, heavy metal costumes, the dialogue was a little more modern, too, but I guess that wouldn't have been doable since it would've changed the play drastically. I also loved the part where Vittoria was asking the judge, "What is a whore? I am unfamiliar with the term." That was just so snarky. Lastly, I liked how almost all of them died at the end, since none of the characters were extremely likeable.

Kontroll

I wasn't in STAC today because I had this awful migraine. Apparently it's going around, because a lot of people have been getting it. But anyway, on to my Pondering.
After watching Kontroll, I was still in awe. I thought it was a marvelous movie and I really enjoyed it, but it's taken a long time to decide how it personally affected me, specifically. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bag thing.
After nearly two days of thinking, I've decided that I am really like Zsofi, aka Bear Girl, not Bulcsu like I had originally thought. Zsofi wants attention, and that's why she rides the Metro in a bear suit. She wants to be special, not in a way that makes her wierd, but that's what she always does. In my opinion, she is the kind of girl who has no idea how to make herself known so she tries everything. I haven't done everything, but I've done enough to know that doesn't work.
She shows Bulcsu the tunnel where the killer was and then disappeared not because she wanted to go on an adventure, but because she knew that Bulcsu might be able to help stop the 'Jumpers' and clear his name. I think that I would've done the same thing, because I would never be able to face a killer on my own, even if his only weapon is a train track.
Another thing that I got out of Kontroll was that you don't have to listen to a movie to understand it. The only other foreign film I've ever seen is Let the Right One In, which I made the mistake of watching at midnight. I ended up falling asleep in the middle. I've learned that a great thing about films in different languages is that you have to pay close attention. You need to read the subtitles while simultaneously watching the movie or else you might miss something important. If we had seen Kontroll in English, I don't think I would've liked it as much. Also, the fact that they're speaking in Hungarian just adds to the whole 'underground, mafia-type job' feeling. It's not a childish movie at all, and I loved that.
Alas, this is my Pondering. I hope you all had a good day and I'd love to hear all about it tomorrow.