Mirei World

The life and times in the crazy world of Mirei.

Hello, world!

Guys I PROMISE I am not dead.

I… just… College.

I’m a sophomore in college now? Can you believe that? Wow.

I’ll post again when finals are over, and then do my year in review.

I’m sorry for neglecting the blog. I feel awful.

Okay! See you again when I’ve got my life back. I promise!

Love,

Mirei

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Hello, everyone

I’m not dead. I’m just busy. I promise.

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Mirei’s Year in Review 2012!

Hola, O Readership Mine. 2012 was one hell of a ride. Hold onto your hats as we prepare to delve into my dark past….

JANUARY: 2012 started off with a bang with a crunch and a scream of pain when I sprained my foot! Just kidding; something even better happened. On January 26, I received my acceptance letter to Smith College, my first-choice school. The agonizing month-and-a-half wait was over, and the future seemed incandescently bright. Also this month: I auditioned for the community theatre production of Once On This Island and landed an ensemble role.

FEBRUARY: The Smith-phoria did not wear off as I journeyed up for my first overnight visit. I stayed with my friend Kat. She took me to one house’s weekly afternoon tea, a beloved Smith tradition that I would soon get to call my own. We saw the play Moment, which served as my first official taste of what Smith’s theatre department had to offer me. Let it suffice to say that I wanted much more, and once again thanked the gods that I was going to this school.

MARCH: My high school drama club career comes to a spectacular close in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. My choir cabaret is also this month. Good times. Also, I visit Kat for a second time and experience another beloved Smith tradition: Conbust! This mini-convention spans one weekend at Smith and focuses on women in the sci-fi/fantasy industry.

APRIL: The Legend of Korra, the follow-up series to my beloved Avatar: The last Airbender, premieres. I like it. Also, I make my third and final Smith visit–Discovery Weekend for accepted students. I make a new friend and fall even more in love with this awesome school.

MAY: I revel in all the perks of being a senior in high school. Rehearsals for Once On This Island begin. I apologize to someone I grievously wronged, and we have since been on the road to healing.

JUNE: Senior prom. My last choral concert. Graduation. Blah. Oh, and my birthday.

JULY: O wonderful month! I cosplayed at ConnectiCon as Mother Gothel from Disney’s Tangled in a red velvet gown hand-sewn by yours truly. I met up with several fellow Smithies from my area, and I make another wonderful friend. Meanwhile, Once On This Island proves to be my most rewarding theatrical experience to date. It was a perfect show with a cast who became my family. I still love each and every one of you guys–yes, even you, Ralfi, sassy demon of death.

AUGUST: I prepare for Smith, and on August 29, I move into my new home in Northampton.  Here is where the adventure begins.

SEPTEMBER: Smith is everything I dreamed it would be and nothing like I expected. I get accustomed to my beautiful new home. My classes include Italian and costume design. I must be in heaven! I discover Marvel’s The Avengers and rush headlong into the crazy Loki fandom.

OCTOBER: I return home for fall break and wonder if I dreamed it all. I make my debut with the Smith College Chorus. I participate in a social justice theatre workshop run by my friend Jessy. My Smith-vengers assemble for the first time for Halloween. I also discover the joy of college midterms. Huzza! *confetti*

NOVEMBER: AUGH. SO MUCH WORK. I vote in my first-ever election, and my vote well and truly counted. I find my Smith family at last. We have another awesome concert. Over Thanksgiving break, a beautiful girl with green eyes breaks my heart.

DECEMBER. FINALS. AUGH. Another choir concert: Christmas vespers this time. I make my Smith theatre debut as props charge for A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Also, my heart aches for the 26 victims of the horrific school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. I return home for Christmas break after vanquishing my finals. I have the best Christmas ever. I see the Les Miserables movie and sob like a small child. I write this blog post.

It was one hell of a ride! But it was the best ride yet.

Have a happy, healthy and blessed 2013.

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Still alive… I promise.

Smith is wonderful, but they keep me busy with homework. Also, I’ve been running amok with my new friends.

To sum up the past couple of months: I got to Smith and felt that I was in heaven. I have never smiled so much in all my life.I threw myself into my new environment, marveling at all it had to offer. It seems all the knowledge in the world—more knowledge than I can ever hope to consume, more books than I can ever hope to read!—is here. This place is nerd heaven. I’m taking Italian, costume design, theatre history, and a first-year seminar all about my friend Marie-Antoinette. I am studying exactly what I love the most, and I am unbelievably happy.

Now, my new friends… It all began in September. One night they played The Avengers on campus. Even after a summer at conventions and on Tumblr, I still hadn’t seen this film everyone was raving about. I was aware of it, of course, but I didn’t know or understand what there was to rave about. So when my friend Deb asked me if I wanted to see it with her, I agreed. I went in cold, not having seen Thor, Captain America, or either Iron Man movie.

I loved it! I laughed, clapped, screamed and cheered along with the rest of the Smithies present in the auditorium. The Battle of Manhattan kept me on the edge of my seat. It was such an adventure! I’m not a huge fan of superhero movies, but it was fantastic!  I’d never seen anything of Joss Whedon’s before, and I was quite impressed by the writing. The dialogue was at turns fast-paced and witty, other times grave and poignant. Equally impressive were the various performances in the film.  Robert Downey Jr’s brilliant and snarky Tony Stark (Iron Man) kept me laughing. Mark Ruffalo’s quiet intensity as Bruce Banner was well played amidst the bombastic Iron Man and Thor (Chris Hemsworth.) Samuel L. Jackson lent his signature toughness and pure basdassery to S.H.I.E.L.D director Nick Fury. But it was Tom Hiddleston as the villain Loki who struck me the most.  Tall and slender, with jet-black hair and icy eyes, Hiddleston cut quite a striking figure as Loki. He was elegant and cunning, wicked and calculating. He was completely unstable (“You could smell crazy on him!” Bruce Banner quips.) and yet completely in control.  I loved him every minute he was onscreen.

Soon after falling deep into the Avengers fandom and going more than a little Loki-crazy, I started hanging out with my friend Kat and her group of friends.We bonded over our love of this movie. We watched it together, reenacted scenes in character, and even went as the Avengers on Halloween. Even though I am our group’s Loki, being in character with them and having fun gave me such a strong sense of belonging. Unlike the real Avengers, we are not dissonant. We work well together and love each other, as our Thor often enthusiastically reminds me when she sweeps me into a bear hug. With these girls, I found my Smith family.

So, between my Avengers family and the mountain of schoolwork, not to mention choir and my job, I have been quite busy. But at the same time, I have been ecstatically happy. I could not ask for anything more.

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The last day

Tomorrow is my birthday. I’m not sure how I feel about that, seeing as turning eighteen is considered a fairly large milestone. Just when I master the art of juvenile irresponsibility—having whiled away many hours on the terrifying playground that calls itself the Internet, spending more hours with my friends singing and reenacting movies, and more hours alone ensconced in my own head reading and writing—I have to turn 18 and grow up.

I really didn’t realize how fast life went. Just when I started to really appreciate my carefree lifestyle, it’s all changing on me.

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat was a success.  Legend of Korra is pretty cool, and I really like it.

I”ve got to run off to a graduation rehearsal. See you later.

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…so tired

The students in my drama club are no fools. We know that arts budgets across the land are shriveling up like raisins. So when our director announced in October that we were forsaking our fall play to have more money for the spring musical, our heads spun in glee. An actual musical–Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat! With costumes to rent! With actual sets! Oh, how grand!

We had a seven-hour rehearsal today….

I’m going to go to bed before my head shrivels up like our drama budget.

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An executive decision

WARNING: Avatar and Korra spoilers herein. If you haven’t yet seen the wonderful Avatar, or don’t wish to know anything about Korra,  please skip this post. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The Legend of Korra premieres April 14 at 11 AM. As you might know, this is the follow-up series to Avatar: The Last Airbender, set 70 years after Aang’s defeat of Lord Ozai and the end of the war.  The series centers on Korra, the next avatar. She is a strong, rebellious 17-year-old girl hailing from the Water Tribe, making her way in Republic City. The world we knew from Avatar seems to have vanished–there is steampunk technology, an anti-bender movement.

I know a little more about this show, but that is all I care to know right now. As everyone may know, Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of my most cherished fandoms.  Avatar is a spectacular show. I don’t know if Korra will stack up to it. I don’t know if I can embrace Korra and all the new characters like I did the cast of Avatar.

I’m afraid it won’t be as good and I won’t love it.

As I logged on to Distant Horizon this morning and arrived on the Korra page, ready to sift through the information and make sense of what was to come, I stopped myself. When Avatar came out, I knew so little about it–I knew there was a war among four nations, a child who would stop them, and some weird guy with a scar.  I knew almost nothing. I figure the less I know about Korra, the more likely I might be able to accept it, instead of comparing it to Avatar from the get-go. Instead of whining, “Oh, they didn’t have gangsters in Avatar,” or “Oh, that brooding Fire Nation guy; he’s like Zuko but not as cool,” I will watch Korra not knowing what’s in store.

I’ll respect the differences–maybe admire the contrast between it and Avatar, and maybe come to love it.

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So guess who’s going to Smith College?

Me!

I got my acceptance letter today. It came in a big envelope that said “Do you like Smith?” Still, I grit my teeth and opened it.

There was a folder inside the envelope. I opened the folder, and there it was.

My acceptance letter.

I’ll be on cloud nine for a few days now. I’ll see you when I come back.

Much love,

Mirei

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Sprained my foot. Happy New Year, Mirei….

As the racist proverb goes, white people can’t dance. Yes, that includes me.

There I was, harmlessly playing Just Dance 2 with my friends. The song: “Rasputin” by Boney M.  I was happily paying more attention to the lyrics than the dancing avatar on screen, nodding my approval at their half-assed accuracy.  I was freestyling it like a Cossack dancer on his day off, and then….

I leapt into the air, joyfully bouncing about with gleeful, girlish abandon, I landed wrong on my left foot.

CRUNCH.

For a shocked moment I sat on the carpet and yelled while my friends happily danced around, momentary devotees of the Mad Monk. Eventually I hauled my sorry self up and did the rest of the dance on one foot. My left foot swung uselessly under the curtain of my flamenco skirt, while my entire right leg grew weary of bearing the brunt of my dancing.  When the song ended, I flopped onto the couch, gasping for air. Thankfully, the party ended half an hour later. I hobbled out to my dad’s car and took Ibuprofen when I got home.

A visit to a walk-in clinic this morning revealed that my foot was sprained rather badly. I spent the day on the couch with the offending extremity elevated. I played Angry Birds and spent hours on our Wii’s Netflix channel, watching Benny and Joon and old episodes of Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide.  My brother called me an invalid, but fetched me food and drink when I requested. However, I was able to hop around one-legged several times today.

School tomorrow should prove interesting, as should my next theatrical endeavour. My audition is tomorrow, and rehearsals should follow reasonably soon.

It’s a musical. Those usually involve lots of song and dance.

Sprained feet take 3 to 6 weeks to heal.

You do the math.

Good night.

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Mirei’s Year in Review: 2011

For those of you unfamiliar with my blog, last year I decided to do a year in review post on New Year’s Eve. Last year saw plenty of changes in my life, and this year saw even more. Shall we get started?

JANUARY: Nothing really major happened to me this January. It was a time to adjust to the new year and to look at all the things I had lined up for 2011. Oh–wait, I remember. Connecticut was HAMMERED by snow–I don’t think we had a full week of school the entire month!

FEBRUARY: More snow. But, more importantly, I traveled to Europe for 11 days. I visited Spain and France. My eyes were opened to a new culture, new history, a completely different way of life. I aim to return to Europe someday.

MARCH: This was the awful, laggy, “I’m back from Europe” month. For all of March, as the rest of the the northern hemisphere moved towards spring, I was trapped in a mental prison, a dichotomy of Spanish sun and Parisian fog. But reality eventually caught up to me–it was spring of my junior year.

APRIL: I appeared in our drama club’s production of A Chorus Line. Relegated to the ensemble because of my poor dance skills, I began to wonder why I even liked to do this. While the rest of the world was caught up in Will-and-Kate wedding fever, I myself caught a mild case of prom fever. Junior prom proved to be quite fun.

MAY: AP tests and end-of-the-school-year projects and events swamped me for a while. Osama bin Laden was killed, which seemed to me very strange. I traveled to New York with my choir to see Chicago, which was fantastic. Oh, and I saw The Patriot for the first time. That was cool. There was a good song for this month–Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody….

JUNE: I celebrated my birthday. I spent more time with my cousin Michael, who is unquestionably one of the coolest human beings on the planet. The inevitability of the college searching process had reared its ugly head, and I geared up for what I thought would be an unpleasant summer.

JULY: This was the best month of the year. I visited Smith College twice and fell in love. I went to ConnectiCon and vastly enjoyed myself–that place is like a big happy nerd-family reunion. A chapter of my childhood came to a close with the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I discovered the hilarity of LittleKuriboh’s Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series. I visited Bennington College and was less than enamored.

AUGUST: I paid visits to Muhlenberg College and Salem State University. College didn’t seem so scary. Hurricane Irene came up the East Coast, knocking out power for several days and delaying the start of the school year by two days.

SEPTEMBER: My final year of high school begins. It’s really fun being at the top. In botany class, I met Linus, my baby poinsettia.

OCTOBER: I take advantage of National Coming Out Day. The East Coast is hit by a freak nor’easter two days before Halloween, knocking out power for a week and cancelling school for a week too! Am I ever going to graduate? Also, hell froze over because I joined Facebook.

NOVEMBER: I visited Smith College for a third time and was thoroughly convinced that it was the place I needed to be.  I had my interview at Smith too. That went swimmingly. Additionally, I created this video for my AP Spanish class and I’d like to share it with you all: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jByLXMcgwYk

DECEMBER: I apply to Smith and Muhlenberg. Smith was Early Decision, so I should know by the end of January. I had a marvelous Christmas. I brought Linus home from the school greenhouse. I wrote this blog post.

Wow. What a year this was.

Have a happy, healthy, safe and prosperous 2012.

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