Copy and paste job.

Guys this is from my xanga but I didn't want to take the time to edit it so just ignore the parts you know, thanks

So, what is up?
I'm experiencing a busy week, and I love the rush compared to the regular, wait for a story, do the story, go home. I'm actually waiting on phone calls from several people presently, so I decided to post.

This is going by so fast. Soon it will be over. Soon as in.... oh, 21 days. I'm just working to get some great clips right now. I don't have anything spectacular but a few I can say I'm proud of, and 3 more weeks of chances to go.

This weekend I'm going to be here alone, and I'm going to take the opportunity to go see a play called Oedipus at Colona. Funny, I think there's a Colona around here as well, although the one in the play is obviously not in Illinois. I really liked classical mythology at SIUE, and in high school. It's one of my wierd interests that not a lot of people share. Oedipus is one of my favorite myths, because of the whole story having to do with a designed fate, and the connection with Freud's human complex theories, such as the Oedipus and Jocasta complexes.

I saw a CSI episode one night about the Jocasta complex that blew my mind. For those of you that don't know, Jocasta was Oedipus's mom, and also his wife. In the episode, a homosexual patient at a mental hospital was killed. As the story unraveled and intimate details of the victim and the murderer spilled out, we find out that the a fellow patient at the hospital is severely messed up because of the way he was raised. When his father died, his mother used him as a replacement husband, and had sex with him and all that. It drove him crazy, and several suicide attempts put him in the hospital. His mother kept sending him love letters, but the nurses stopped them, because everytime he would get one, he would go into a psychotic fit. Once she was cut off, his mother changed her name and got a job at the hospital to be closer to him. (Apparently, he wasn't the only one mentally off.) When he saw her, the suicide attempts began again, but he never told anyone about her, I guess he was afraid.
To separate himself sexually from his mother, he had sex with the homosexual character who was later murdered. By his mom, because she was jealous.

Even though he hated his mom and was repulsed by her, she was still his mother, so he tried to cover up her deed and confessed to the police. But they found her guilty because those TV CSIs sure are slick ;)

Moral of the story, that was a creepy episode. But great.

I forgot where I was going I got so into that story. Oh yes. Plays, and things I like to do but no one else will do them with me. My old roommate Kate (SIUE, Cougar Village) was a theater major/dance minor. I've always been interested in the stuff, so I went to go see her a lot. I remember this one play, it was hilarious! It was called, and excuse the spelling Bobrauschenbergamerica, all one word just like that. It was all over the place and extremely entertaining. The night I saw it I could have described it better- here's from the other blog:

"She put on a 50's bikini, with her platinum blond wig, danced around pouring fake vodka all over a big black tarp.... she put on the finishing touch- the olive, and then proceeded to use the giant martini as a slip 'n' slide."

The bikini was flippin tan and the scene was HILARIOUS. I kinda miss Kate I wonder if she graduated and ended up in South Carolina. Or better yet- is she still with Alex? hmm...