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Dec. 9th, 2007

Concerning...

So ever since I got attacked by the shelf, my memory has been a bit sketch.

For example, I forgot my cello lesson twice this week. First, I went to breakfast and realized I had a lesson in the middle of breakfast but managed to call and reschedule for yesterday at three which (second) I forgot and worked until 4 and didn't remember until today, in the middle of a movie.

This is becoming rather worrisome.

Are there pills for this?

Dec. 4th, 2007

Ah, student life

So I stayed up until 3:30 this morning working on my final project for my scenic design class and then caught a 7:04 bus so that I could write the paper I had decided to put off.

Mistake #1.

Because I only slept three hours or so, I decided to get a mocha this morning to get me going. My first coffee in over a year and a half.

Mistake #2.

I am jittery like nobody's business and I'm scared about when I'm gonna crash. Apparently, my caffeine tolerance is not nearly what it used to be.

Moral of the story: final project week + 40 hour work week + no sleep = bad.

Can the quarter be over please? Poof now.

Nov. 29th, 2007

Time refuses to be killed

Due to the brilliant planning of my Scenic Design and Acting teachers, I find myself today with a five hour break between my 10 minute meeting for Scenic Design and my 40 minute costume design fitting.

So basically I am stuck at school from 9:30 until 4:50 in order to attend less than one hour of total class time.

And my laptop only has %52 of its battery left.

Whee.

Nov. 18th, 2007

On writer's block

What is it that is so intimidating about staring at an empty word document with that little cursor blinking expectantly?

It feels as though if I could only bang out an introduction, everything else would come flooding out; it's just the fucking introduction holding it all back.

And also my head itches. One more week of staples to go.

Nov. 17th, 2007

Great expectations

I had envisioned a day free of work and school such as this one as a productive day of cleaning up my apartment, doing laundry, and perhaps some sort of exciting activity like a trip to the zoo.

All I actually managed to do was sleep until 10:30, never get my hair properly dried, sit in a doctor's office for forty five minutes for a ten minute talk with my doctor and yet still fail to make an appointment to have my staples removed, sleep from 5 until 8, and not eat dinner until 10 at night.

Maybe I need more real days off.

Nov. 13th, 2007

Ouch

So yesterday at Teavana a shelf fell on my head and I discovered that if you manage to cut your head open badly enough, they will use staples to it shut again.

Staples. In your head.

And now everyone keeps asking me how my head feels.

Well, basically it feels like I have staples in it.

Nov. 8th, 2007

Oh, dorkestra humor, how you amaze me.

Tonight at rehearsal, my director made a rather threatening motion towards the woodwinds with his baton. His next words were:

"No, it was fine! I just had to scratch my back!"

And also, we are playing a piece called Die Schlittenfahrt.

Seriously, Die Schlittenfahrt.

The five year old in me is dying to hear how that is pronounced and will undoubtedly get endless pleasure from hearing it and/or seeing it in the rehearsal order for weeks to come.

Hee.

PUMPKIN JUICE

Odwalla makes pumpkin juice.

REAL ACTUAL PUMPKIN JUICE.

The Harry Potter geek in me can now die happy.

Nov. 3rd, 2007

People are evil, Constantine. People.

I reached the conclusion today that at some point in my life I will become so unable to deal with people and their shit that I will be left with two options

a) Finally lash out a customer and tell them precisely where to stick what, possibly with the help of my fist.

or

b) Say fuck you to everyone and become a hermit.

These will become my only two options because I will never be able to understand the line of reasoning behind the idea that seems so popular with retail customers that the crappier they treat the poor soul behind the counter the better service they will get.

WE ARE NOT PAID ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH YOU, ASSHOLE.

We are paid enough to do our job competently and with a decent amount of enthusiasm. If you are being an asshole, I guarantee you will not get someone doing their job competently or enthusiastically; you will simply get someone doing their very best to get you out of their store before they hit you or tell you to fuck off.

And you know the only reason why we won't do that?

Because we care more about our useless retail jobs than we do about what we might do or say to your useless, self-absorbed, inconsiderate fat ass if given half a chance

How sad is that asshole?

Oct. 18th, 2007

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Though I haven't seen it many other ways yet, I have decided that UW is best viewed when covered in leaves on a crisp, blustery fall day.

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