I Want My Film to Be Beautiful, Not Realistic

Oh my goodness so much has happened in the past month ahh. How have you been? Are you enjoying the springtime? I am trying, but, every time it's sunny outside, I have all this homework. Then, on the days when I am burnt-out and want to go sit in the sunshine, it rains. Anyway!
I went to New York yesterday. Road trips are CRAZY. Especially when your map doesn't make sense and everyone has a different idea of how fast you should be going and driving in New York is so confusing. I was in Scottie's car, in the lead, (Scottie brought juice boxes and muffins, by the way) and I commend Katie so much for managing to follow us the entire time, and we worked hard to not lose Sharon, but she gave up on us once we got into the city.
We made it there alive, though, and even managed to get all 3 cars to the same place! Then we all split off to eat some food, and Michael was like "guys we have to find this really seedy looking Chinese place where the food's really good and really cheap." So Ted, Katie, Michael and I went off in search of said Chinese place, of which there must have been 128974578943 in 3 blocks (since we were in Chinatown), so we started to check a few out, and settled on one where the menu actually had English on it. Turns out that English on the menu doesn't mean the waitress knows English, so Katie the Vegetarian is sitting there trying to ask for noodles and vegetables, and the waitress gets all confused, and walks away to call someone on the phone. At this point, Ted is like "Katie, you have committed the gravest sin ever. You are going to get killed." Instead, the waitress walks back over and hands the phone to Katie, and we figure out that the person on the other end of the line is supposed to be translating. Except that no one can hear each other. Fortunately, the guy at the other table totally spoke English (and Chinese), and he translated for us. And we got some food. And you know what? It was totally delicious and so so cheap. 4 of us ate so much food for $15 total. And Michael found a duck foot in his soup, so that was pretty awesome, too.
We went to a bakery afterwards and bought delicious things and Michael got this giant Chocolate Roll (which he kept accidentally calling a "chocorate roll" but I assured him that it is very common to transpose similar sounds when they are next to each other, and that he is not a secret racist) and decided that, instead of sharing the chocolate roll with us, he was going to save it and share it with a Girl. Unfortunately, said Girl is vegan, so maybe that will not work out so well for him.
Anyway, our other shopping adventure involved going to Papito Grocery, where I bought the best soda ever for 50 cents. It was so good, I swear. Like orange soda mixed with cream soda and named "fruit champagne" and Katie told me that it is like THE soda in Haiti, which I guess is cool.
Then came the part of the evening where we did the show, which means that I was kind of running around trying to do all the things that are supposed to get done, and we had no dresser, so costumes were that much harder to change (I guess it worked okay?) but the audience seemed to enjoy it, so things were good. The theater was the hottest place I have ever been, and I am usually wearing about 3 layers of things when I am costumed, so that was not pleasant, but I survived.
We wanted to drive back that night as well, so I hopped in Katie's car and we proceeded to get incredibly lost trying to get out of the city. Even though Dorothy had given us directions, and we had followed them as closely as we could (I guess we are bad at that?). Eventually, after driving through a Hasidic neighborhood (which was so very very exciting and we all had our noses glued to the windows because those people are FASCINATING), we pulled off on some random place and Ted got out to ask directions. From the car window, we saw him walk up to the first girl he saw, and she stood there twirling her hair at him and occasionally waving an arm in the direction she thought we should go, and then Ted thanked her, and she walked away, and he turned and walked up the street for a second opinion. And disappeared for a while. Finally, he comes back to the car, bearing a piece of the best pizza I have ever had. Apparently, he found Joe's Pizza Place (seriously it was so good), and asked Joe, the most Italian guy ever, how to get to the interstate, and then he bought a slice of pizza. And Joe gave amazingly colorful directions and we did indeed make it back to 95, much to our joy.
The rest of the trip was relatively smooth, and we got in before 2, where I was amazed to discover that people were all still awake and hanging out, since I felt like it was the dead of night, but then I remembered that Hampshire stays awake on Saturday nights. I slept the sleep of the dead, though, because I was exhausted.

Now, I have to convince myself to finish this lighting design for theater, and do my math homework, and settle on a topic for my child language paper, and work a bit on my Jew paper. I'm not a fan of finals season.