"I'll be there for you, these five words I swear to you. When you breathe, I'll be the air for you, I'll be there for you." ~bon jovi

Oh, I have so much to write about. And there's no way I'll be able to cover even half of it in this post. So I'll just write about what's on my mind (recent stuff).

First of all, Bon Jovi playing on Central Park's Great Lawn. It was a miracle that I got tickets. They were going on eBay for $1500 (which is absolutely ridiculous considering they were all free tickets), but I spent all day (seriously, hours) just refreshing craigslist over and over. Finally I got in touch with a guy who was looking to give away an extra pair to a true fan and was lucky enough to get his tickets. I picked them up from him, met Nicole at Central Park, and got in around 5 (the concert started at 8). There were over 60,000 people there, which is a LOT of people. I don't think I've ever been in a crowd that large (it's twice the size of Madison Square Garden!). There was a lot of energy. It was a fabulous concert; they played all their hits. Being surrounded by 60,000 people all singing along to Livin' on a Prayer is just such an amazing experience. It was sooo much fun, and I'm glad I lucked out and was able to go (for free). I hope they release it on DVD or on TV (there are rumors), because it was so absolutely fantastic.
Setlist:
LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
BAD NAME
LOST HIGHWAY
BORN TO BE MY BABY
RUNAWAY
SLEEP WHEN I'M DEAD w/ Twist & Shout
BLAZE OF GLORY
WHOLE LOT OF LEAVIN'
IN THESE ARMS
WE GOT IT GOIN' ON
IT'S MY LIFE
I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU - (RICHIE ON VOCALS)
HAVE A NICE DAY
KEEP THE FAITH
WHO SAYS
BAD MEDICINE w/ Shout

ENCORE:
ALWAYS
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
I LOVE THIS TOWN

I took pictures but I can't upload them onto my computer because my camera cable is at home, so I'm really bummed about that. Here's some official shots, though:






Second thing on my mind: Tonight, after our class ended, I went with my friend Karen to an art opening. I've never been to one of those before. Karen is friends with the artist (who is amazing by the way; her name is Laura Loving, so look her up). We went straight from class and I have never felt so out of place in my life; we were definitely underdressed. As we walked in, Karen whispered something like, "Well, at least we're not wearing..." and, after trying to think of something worse than what we were wearing, said, "really, really short shorts." We mostly stuck to one corner and didn't move around much after our initial walk-through. It was actually fun, though. I met one of Karen's friends, and he said I looked like Jane Krakowski. Seriously. Jane Krakowski. Trust me, I know that I look absolutely nothing like Jane Krakowski, but I was flattered and liked receiving the complement (because she's gorgeous). I don't feel pretty that often.

So I've been having a good time lately. I'm tired now and don't feel like writing more, but I'll try to update more often.

"Whooah, were halfway there. Woah, livin' on a prayer. Take my hand, and we'll make it I swear, woah, livin' on a prayer." ~bon jovi

I haven't blogged in a long time. I guess I just haven't been in the mood. I have a lot to write about but I'm sure I'll never get to it all. I'm exhausted right now, but I'll update later (tomorrow?) about the freakin' fabulous Bon Jovi concert in Central Park tonight. It was absolutely amazing. Bon Jovi, me, and over 60,000 other people on Central Park's historic Great Lawn. The band playing "Nothing but hits, baby" (Jon Bon Jovi's words). Indescribable.

"Closing time, time for you to go out to the places you will be from. Closing time, this room won't be open 'til your brothers or you sisters come. So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits, I hope you have found a friend. Closing time, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end." ~semisonic

Tomorrow is the last day of school. I'm a mixed bag of emotions. This has been a really tough week, so I'll be relieved when it's over. I've screamed a lot. They are crazier than ever (which I didn't think was possible). In the past three days they've turned my classroom into a baseball field, a basketball court, and a wrestling ring. There's just no incentive to behave well now. They know their grades are in and that they'll all be moving on to the next grade. They don't mind detention because it means they get to spend more time with their friends. Even phone calls home don't phase them. They're absolutely wild. They know how awful they're being and they don't care at all. One kid told me they're having fun because this is the last chance they'll have to spend time together. I guess they're worried they won't see each other over the summer, which is a valid concern. Their parents' schedules will complicate things and a bunch of them are going to D.R. with their families. Anyway, they're absolute terrors and it's wearing me out.

At the same time, I know I'll miss them. They're my life right now. Seriously. My world revolves around them. I spend more time with them than with anyone else (by a longshot). They spend more time with me than they spend with their own parents. I am with them all day. Even when I'm not the one teaching them, I'm with them. I even spend my preps in the classroom with them. Basically we only spend 30 minutes apart (lunch) during the entire school day. I know them so well. They're my first class ever, which makes our bond even more intense. Their science teacher warned me about what I'll go through over the summer, and I'm sure it's true because I already experienced it to a degree over our week-long breaks during the school year. When I'm not with them, I dream about them. I wake up thinking about them. They're constantly on my mind. They'll be impossible to shake. When something that takes up your whole life is suddenly taken away from you, you're going to have to adjust. And even though they've made me miserable at times, I love them. They're my babies. So it'll be tough.

Mark Rylance Tony Awards acceptance speech

"Eating snow flakes with plastic forks, and a paper plate of course, you think of everything." ~modest mouse

They played that song on Saturday and I'm so glad. I haven't stopped listening to it since.

My love for Mark Rylance just grows and grows. He is so deliciously quirky and hilarious. His Tony acceptance speech had me in stitches, and his backstage interview was almost as funny. About the experience of being onstage in Boeing-Boeing: "Bradley (Whitford) says it's a bit like a Japanese tea ceremony with tits...he has a good way with words." Bradley Whitford is equally hilarious.

For the person who requested the Bradford Whitley red carpet interview: Go here and click on Red Carpet: The Cast of Boeing-Boeing.
That interviewer is an idiot. First he gets Brad Whitford's name wrong, then later they have this exchange:
Interviewer: Now, this is your Broadway debut, right?
Bradley: Um, no. I was in A Few Good Men. Many years ago.

What follows is interesting, though.

Christine: I was in A Few Good Women.
Bradley: So was I, baby.

Oh, Bradley. :D