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| 01:25pm 04/08/2005 |
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So... Hate to say it but it looks like I might not be going home until December. The moving thing is just looking so fucking dismal. Mom was looking into packing everying into a J can (the plastic rolling things that freight is loaded into planes in), and shipping it to Peoria IL, about an hour or so from here. I would then have to rent a truck, go and unlad the can into the truck and drive back to Urbana. It's apparently a no-go however, because the fuckers in Peoria say they can't make it work on their end, although managers at FedEx do it all the time.
So we were back to the idea of me going home and driving back, but, it's just too freakin' expensive to travel home and move it all here. So she's going to load a skid with all my boxed stuff and ship it FedEx Ground to my new house, then shrink wrap my mattresses and ship them. The parents have agreed to find/make the room to store the family antiques. This also means I'll have to get the puppy when I go home for break in December. Argh!
I completely filled Missa's jeep with boxes, now I gotta wait for Michael to get up and come over to help me move some more over to his parents house....
Yesterday I took a page from Vicki's book, and baked up a storm. I made Peach Cobbler, Lemon Bars, and Chocolate bread Pudding. Tonight I'm going to make BBQ chicken legs, and everything else in my freezer, for all our friends, so we can use up the food...
Argh. That's what I have to say. Argh. |
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| 12:38pm 01/08/2005 |
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I have to move out of my appartment in barely a week, and I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm supposed to go to NH to get furniture for our new house, but it seems like a moving truck is just way to fucking much to rent. (In the area of $900). John and Dianna broke up again, and now the asshole is trying to screw Jim, Michael, Adam, Diana, and I on the rent for the house. I don't want to sue him. I get free legal services through school, but still. That little fucker literally made his bed, and now he has to lie in it... Argh. Other than him, I'm really looking forward to moving into the house. James and I practically live together now, but it'll be nice when we can linger in our bed on the weekends and make dinner in our kitchen...
Speaking of James, I'm supposed to move into my new house on our 1 year anniversary... I want to do something nice for him, but I'm not sure what yet. Any suggestions??? Remember, I'm poor, and I already made him a quilt. Damn, I'm so crazy about this man. I'm going to marry him.
I'm working Strike for SSTC... today is officially my last day of work for the summer... Classes begin August 24th... I have dept stuff starting the 22nd. I wish I knew what I were doing for these next few weeks, it would make them more relaxing and enjoyable.
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| 08:24am 11/07/2005 |
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So, I realised I've had 3 rather wholesome dates in the past week. On the 4th, Jim and I went to a park and got mildly wet watching fireworks. Hehe, pretty sparkles. We cuddled on a blanket on the wet grass and I had to wear my glasses so I wouldn't get so many raindrops in my eyes...
On Tuesday he decided we needed to go play mini-golf. (I miss Pirate's Cove!) We went with Bobby and Missa and played two games. I came in 4th and 3rd respectively! Yay for not caring!
Finally, we got up early on Saturday, and started making origami and a mobile to hold said origami for Tesia's son Daniel. His 1st birthday was two weeks ago, but they were having the party then, because they're moving to CA, and it was also going to be a going away party. James made most of the origami, I mostly did the mobile and suspension parts, but wow, did he get extra boyfriend points for that! (Helping make a mobile for a baby, then playing with a baby he isn't related to! Yay James!) Then we went over to the party at Crystal Lake Park (where we definitly have to hang out more often), had some party fun, and played with baby.
Next, we came home to get Missa before going to the Animal Planet Expo in Champagne. It left much to be desired in the animal to people ratio, and I got sunburned despite my SPF 45 sunblock, but oh well. It was fun anyways. Lots of puppies and babies to watch.
I guess it just makes me happy that James would do these things with me, since I'm fairly sure none of my ex's would have. I like that we're still sappy and silly and cuddly and in love. I'm so gonna marry this man... |
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| 12:32pm 07/07/2005 |
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I just finished reading The Time Traveler's Wife, and I'm feeling like a very lucky girl. I cried through most of the last 150 pages of the book. I actually sat up till 3:00am last night finishing it. I woke poor James with my sobbing. The corner of my sheet was drenched with my tears. The last book I read that made me cry was The Once and Future King, but that was nothing like this. It sounds like a stupid story, man time travels, man meets girl again and again, loves her throughout time. Yay sappy romance, right? Not quite. It somehow managed to avoid sappy, but did rip my heart out in points. You all need to go buy it now.
I guess the reason it hit me so hard was the happy feeling I've realised I still have lately. James and I are approaching our 1 year anniversary, and I still have that brand new just fallen in love feeling. We still cuddle and play and flirt. I never thought I would ever find anyone who would love me back as much as I loved them. Anyone who would want to spend the rest of their life with me. I might bitch about the midwest, but moving here and meeting him was in fact, the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm a lucky Jennie to have found my James... |
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| But she's a summer storm, and I'm a hurricane... |
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| 04:21pm 27/06/2005 |
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Huge downpouring thunderstorm just went through. Shake the appartment building kind of thunder. There is now 12" of water standing in the middle of Green Street right outside my building. Idiots keep driving through it. The cars parked in it my be ruined. I'm cuddled in the sofa "nest" we built yesterday watching Fellini movies. I love storms. |
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| 11:27am 19/06/2005 |
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I'm slacking off right now. Feels nice. I'm sitting in the CAD lab while I should be typing paperwork for Nine (or going through stock for that matter) writting here instead. I spent all day yesterday cleaning and cleansing my house, and it took more out of me than I thought it would. James went to a Civil War reenactment with his dad, so it was kinda lonely. I decided that there was too much negetive energy around, especially regarding Michael lately. See, the girls of the appartment have been feeling like Michael isn't being respectful of our home, and it climaxed with him picking his feet and leaving the chunks of skin on our couch three nights in a row, then flipping off Rebecca when she said that was disgusting. She was far nicer about it than I would have been. If he had flipped me off I would have told him to get out of our appartment... It would have caused a fight with Jim and I, but I still would have done it. Rebecca and I are not the closest of friends, but we do get along, and even if we didn't, I still wouldn't want to see her treated that way in her own house...
Meanwhile on Wednesday, Adam, our future roommate came to visit. He's coming out here for graduate work in poetry, and is from Long Island. Nice guy, and seems like he'll be a cool roommate. While we were out to lunch with him, Michael somehow picked a fight about all the tension in the house with me. It turned into a several hour discussion, and I'm not sure anything was really solved, but it did end on a positive note, and I was able to let go of some tension. It was still in the house however, and it came out again on Friday night as all of us girls were up late talking about it. I think Missa feels worst about it being Michael's sister, and Becca's best friend... My poor Missa. Oh well, I got up early yesterday and cleansed the house of its negetive energies, before attacking the rest of the houses' clutter. Sigh.
So, I'm about a month into my summer job, and things are going okay. I've gotten off reletively easy with my work load, but I have learned a lot about wigs in these few weeks. I've finally learned to ventilate, Ican wash, dry, and set. I've also learned a bit about construction technique for unusual wigs, as we had to build a really strange one for Mme. Parole in My Three Angels. She has two cones of lurid red hair (picture a cross between Maleficent and Angela Lansbury in Sweeney Todd) sticking out each side of her head. I built them out of styrafoam cones and plastic wedding bouquet holders... Strange, but very fun. I'm on run crew for Angels and for Broadway, and am responsible for maintenence on Last of the Red Hot Lovers as well, but thankfully don't have to run that show. As soon as Broadway opens next week I'll be working just evenings. Starting the first week of July I'm also going to be working 4 hours a day with the rentals manager cleaning out the hat vault to pick up some extra cash so that Jim and I can fly home in August to pick up furniture and the puppy for the new house...
Speaking of money, I'm convinced that this school is attempting to fuck me monitarily in every way possible. First off there was the loan thing... Back in January I decided to take a loan to have a little extra money, since I was living on ramen noodles. I signed the prom note and money was deposited into my bank account. I paid off a bunch of bills (including my credit card, go me!) and now do not have that money. When I went to register in May I found that I had a hold on my account, but with the end of the semester, just couldn't deal with it until I came back to Illinois after going home to see my family. When I came back I called the office who had put the hold on, accounting. Seems that they had accidently given me $1700 more than they were supposed to, and want it back before I can register for classes. Uh-oh. I don't have it... So, Melissa offered to lend it to me, before realising that she can't, so I'm still screwed. The other day I called financial aid to see what they could do, and they decided to ask accounting to remove the hold in order to let me register. This way I can take a larger student loan for fall, which will pay off the debt I have now. Thankfully they actually went through with the process and I'm now registered for Fabrication, and am meeting with JBH to decide what else to register for....
The next screwing came on Thursday. I was supposed to recieve my paycheck for June, ($1150, half of my summer salary) and when I checked my account, it wasn't in there. JBH found me and told me that somehow, although all the other costumers got paid, that I was not. Turns out that the university had randomly decided that some people should not get paid until the end of the summer, after all work is completed. AHHHHHH! JBH said that he knew this was unacceptable, and that he made calls all day to fix it. Apparently school decided that they will pay those few of us screwed employees, three instalments instead of two, and I'll get my first one next Friday.... Lets hope this happens, as I have negetive funds, and Jim isn't working again yet after quitting FedEx. (Though he has applied at several places now, yay James!)
I miss him. Ridiculous and pathetic as he's coming home tonight, but I still do. |
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| 12:31pm 01/06/2005 |
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So, while yesterday's post was a bit angry, I am in fact a happy girl. I got to go home for just over a week before work started for the summer. I hit a minor snag in that I got stuck overnight in D.C., the last city I'd like to be in overnight... but oh well. I finally got to see my parent's new place. Their condo is adorable, and completely unlike my mother's usual taste. She says she's trying to open her mind to new things. Good for mom. The first several days were great. Mom and I spent a lot of time together, doing whatever. Shopping and playing with plants and going through the storage unit of stuff they saved for me from the house. It broke my heart but I actually gave away 5 boxes of books, and tons of other knicknack type things. The woman at Goodwill said she couldn't take anything else from us! Oh well. It was a nice emotional release.
Mom did put away some nice stuff for Jim and I. She saved us an oak desk, an oak dresser and mirror, grandpa's rocking chair, uncle Buzzy's bookcase, an oak side chair, a kitchen table and chairs, a set of queen sized mattresses, and grandma's sideboard amongst other household-type stuff. I am going to need to rent a truck to move out here in August, but oh well. Maybe by then James will be working full time and can help me out with it. I am looking forward to us having our own space. I mean, he sleeps at my appartment every night, all his laundry lives and gets done at my place, I've made him shelf and dresser space, but still.... It'll be nice to move into a place that's ours, together.
Back to the original story... So, the last few days at home were not as much fun as the first. Mom kept getting testy with me. I'm sure it was because she knew I was leaving again. Oh well. Spent time with dad, watching movies and having tea on the sofa with the puppies. I flew back in on Saturday the 21st, and Jim, Michael, and Melissa came up to Chicago to get me. We stopped for food and hung out at a park with Michael's friend Jeff. The next day was officially the start to my summer work. We had the opening picnic for Summer Studio Theatre Company where I'm working as the Wig and Makeup assistant. I took the job partially because I was sure that JBH would normally give the job during the school year to a technician, but he decided to put me up there for first semester next year too, before moving me to the Dance Assitantship (can we say SUCK???).
There isn't much for me to do yet, until we have our first round of wig fittings tomorrow. So for today I'm helping out in the costume shop, which is nice. I've missed Rose. Speaking of which, my lunch is almost over... :-( I think I'll see if I can talk Melissa into going over to IMPE tonight to go swimming for a while. Yay swimming! (Her and I have been trying to go to the gym together as much as possible... Yay us!) |
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| 10:36am 31/05/2005 |
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I never write here anymore. It's not for lack of wanting. I've been missing my journal more and more as time has gone on. I have no idea what my friends that I kept up with for so long here, are doing. (I didn't even know that Matt was going to fucking Scotland till a few days before he left!) When I think about it casually, I feel like I haven't been gone that long, but then I realise that I've finished my first year of grad school. Finished a whole year. I am officially 1/3 of the way through this ridiculous decision of mine. And yet, I have to admit that this past 10 months have been both hellish and heavenly. The workload was, I guess, as hard as I expected, (and I accomplished tasks that were ludicrous, in less than minimal amounts of time) but I wasn't prepared for the emotional overload that school put on me. I wasn't prepared for the part where school made me cry an average of once a week for some stupid reason, such as the library didn't have a book I wanted...
And I really wasn't prepared for the emotional load of roommates again. I feel released from my parents finally, in a way that I didn't when I was at NU. I've been living without their help, half way across the country. Good for me. But there is drama with the roommates that part of me feels too old for. Hell, that I AM TOO OLD FOR. But then there are parts of it that I couldn't and wouldn't ever give up. I wouldn't give up feeling like I have a family here. And that I found the right person to build our own family with. I don't know if I would have gotten through this year without my James. I want to think that I'm all tough and strong and could have done it... but then, I'm tired of being the strong girl, and I must admit, it's nice to come home to someone every night who wants to take care of me. I've taken care of everyone else for so long, I just don't want to do it anymore. I want to curl up in his arms and let him protect me.
And then I get angry, at the fact that Jim does take care of me, and some people can't be bothered to talk to me anymore. Can't even pick up their phone some night and find out how I am, stuck halfway across the country, away from all my friends and family. I made the first moves, I called to talk, and I got a "oh, too busy now, I'll call you back." Bullshit. Vicki, Meagan, and Alice can find the time to call me back, but the rest of you apparently can't be bothered. Oh well then, spring cleaning time is overdue relationship wise I suppose.
The broom may be emotional, but the dust is real. |
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| 12:42pm 10/05/2005 |
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GUESS WHO IS COMING HOME TOMORROW!?!?!?!?!
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Happy Fishy |
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| 12:45pm 18/02/2005 |
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I am a much happier fishy today than I was on Monday. I much prefer being a happy fishy. Right now I'm sitting around the shop, waiting for the weekly shop meeting to start, then end, so I can go home. I have to copy a period line drawing of a Victorian woman in full bustle and such into a 15" figure on Bristol board for tomorrow morning. Yes, tomorrow morning. Someone decided we should have Rendering class on Saturday at 8:30 am. I have the figure drawn onto tracing paper, now I need to transfer it to the Bristol and then paint in, and finally cross hatch the hell out of it. After that I have to design the ball scene in Romeo and Juliet for Tuesday. Romeo, Juliet, Tybalt, with masks, and a few other characters. Perhaps I'll head to the library after this to pick up a book on Italian Renaissance Art to use in my design...
::sigh:: I miss my LJ friends... |
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| 07:07pm 14/02/2005 |
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I'm a sad fishy tonight. I don't want to be a sad fishy. |
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| Catching Up - Part II |
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| 05:14pm 14/02/2005 |
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Ok, so now I can talk about show stuff. Brecht on Brecht, which I designed/coordinated opened this past Thursday, and in my opinion looks beautiful.
Towards the end of last semester JBH asked me where I was working for the summer. I said I was going to apply to Utah Shakespeare, Colorado Shakespeare, and a few places at home, probably Peterborough Playhouse as they won't have Meagan this summer. He then asked me to stay in Urbana and work for his company Summer Studio Theatre Company as a design assistant, saying he wants me here to be available to the shop for questions because he wants to give me a design for Fall. Cons: Not great for my resume, low pay. Pros: I might get a good design, James wouldn't get stuck basically moving me in August to our new house, I won't have to get plane fare, won't have to leave a job early to come back here, won't have to sublet my bedroom for 3 months or just pay rent on a house I'm not in. So I agreed to stay if I could work in the Wig and Makeup Studio with Rene and learn more about wigs. Yay wigs!
So a few weeks go by and JBH calls me into his office and says he wants me to design Nine, the musical in the fall... A mainstage musical I might add. Not only that, but he then screws with my mind by telling me that there isn't anyone else who could handle it right now. It is with the same director I had for Brecht, and he's great, but is also usually done in black and white. Oh well. The director wants some color so I'm happy.
Let's see, what else to cover from the past... I went home with Jim for Christmas. His family was once again incredibly sweet and nice to me. His mom felt bad that I didn't have a stocking, so she made me one. It had little thimbles and needles and threat and scissors on it, and she even embroidered my name on it. She really is adorable. I decided to disprove my own cursed quilt theory, and so I made my James a quilt. It's beautiful if I do say so myself. It's many shades of green, navy, and black, with brown borders. Actually, he helped me pick out the fabrics and did a lot of the ironing while I sewed pieces together. There were over 800 individual pieces in the front, without borders. The blue and black formed large and small stars respectively on a field of green, and the brown borders sort of made you feel like you were laying on your back, staring up through tree branches to the starry sky above. I felt bad that James helped with hisown present, but he said that made it ours rather than just his... That made me happy...
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| 11:03am 08/02/2005 |
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I have too much to do in the next 48 hours, and I honestly don't know when any of it is going to happen. I have 2 hours in which to pull clothes, make lists, do homework, fix clothes, and walk to Art Coop to get paper.... all before Costume History. Then I work for a few hours. I might be able to grab dinner for 30 mins, and back here till almost midnight for Brecht. Then I get to go home and render 2 large figures for JBH. Both due Thursday. And tomorrow night is Invited Dress... I think I might have to be the most evil girlfriend in the whole world and call Jim and ask him to go to Art Coop for me... I hate what my schedule is doing to him. God/Goddess/Whoever, bless that poor man.
And Alice, I just got your email.... I don't know what to tell you today because I can't think straight on this little sleep... I'll call in a few days... |
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| 05:46pm 28/01/2005 |
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 | You scored as Samwise. You're Samwise Gamgee! Samwise the brave is the most loyal friend that you could ever ask for. He'll be there for you through thick and thin, and be willing to do anything for you.
"There is some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for."
Samwise | | 100% | Gandalf | | 88% | Eowyn | | 75% | Gollum | | 56% | Arwen | | 50% | Frodo | | 44% | Pippin | | 31% | Aragorn | | 25% | Faramir | | 0% | </td>
Which LOTR character are you?
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| 12:17pm 06/01/2005 |
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Ok, so let's start with some of that list from yesterday. November 15th started off as a good day. I got out of work at noon and went out with Jim and Dianna and Brian. We had lunch at Murphy's and Blizzard's at Dairy Queen. I did homework and such till about 7:00, when my tummy started to hurt. Suddenly I had stabbing pains in my stomach and threw up all my lunch. Thinking that was over, I called Jim and said I was taking a bath and going to bed because I didn't feel well. He said he'd be over to take care of me soon, and I took m y bath, put on jammies, and made it to my room on the floor. Then started throwing up again. Turns out I had food poisoning and spent most of the night throwing up. I eventually gave up on clothes and was laying in the empty bath tub. The whole while my sweet Jim sat there telling me I was pretty while I kept wanting to die. There's something about someone telling you that you're pretty and that they love you and that you really don't want to die, when you are at your most un-pretty that is truly endearing. That day was our three month anniversary. I was pretty horribly dehydrated and had to miss work and school the next day. James brought in my renderings for me, and spent the day taking care of me, making sure I drank my gatorade at the right times, and feeding me saltines. He got huge brownie points for those few days...
Not long after was Thanksgiving. James took me home with him. It snowed the night before, and his dad got in an accident coming to get us, so we stayed the night at my appartment watching movies and enjoying being snowed in. The next day we did get picked up and went to his oldest sister, Heather's house. Heather has 2 kids, Meagan who is 2 and Jack who at the time was 2 months. We played with babies all day and had a lovely dinner before eventually going home to his mom's house. She was a sweet heart. That weekend was also his mom's family reunion, so I got to meet all of them too. I found it rather amusing when she accidently introduced me as Sarah (Jim's ex), but Heather told me I should hold it over her for the next few years... Before coming back home to Urbana, his mom decided she was going to finish off some film. She had been taking photography, and had some black and white to use up, so we trooped over to a park and let her be a mom and take pictures... More on them later.
When we came back it was a short time to finals and I had work to do on Brecht On Brecht. In Pro Sem I had a huge presentation on The Acharnians, an ancient greek comedy that I hated. My partner and I decided on Saturday night that our entier concept was not going to work, and we re designed the entire theoretical production between then and Sunday night, as it was due Monday. I rendered 9 figures on 6 plates in about 7 hours, and rendered the set design on Photoshop and CAD on Sunday... It sucked ass, but the presentation went twell and JBH called me in to tell me that it was excellent. Apparently he was going to give us a break since it was only Wynn and I, while the other groups all had 4 people, but that our presentation would have been amazing for 4 people, but was all the better as it had only been the two of us working. I was pretty proud of that. I ended up with an A- in the class. In Costume History and Design I pulled off some nice renderings for As You Like It that JBH was kind to, and did alright on my final for Rene, finishing with an A-. In Theatre History I pulled a 12 page paper out of my ass and managed a B+ for the course. I got an A- in Homeroom for my Brecht presentation, and finally, an A for my practicum assignment on King Lear. So the semester left me with a 3.65, which isn't the best, but isn't bad. I have to maintain a 3.0, so I guess I'm doing well enough. I've decided I'm not going to stress about having a 4.0, since I'm really learning more by doing than I am in class, and I doubt they'll throw me out...
Ok, that's my lunch break, back to making corsets! More tomorrow children! |
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| 12:05pm 05/01/2005 |
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Hello children. Have you missed Momma? Momma has missed you...
I spent a while yesterday catching up on the last few weeks of journals, but I'm no where near caught up on you all. I'm sorry. Usually, even when I'm not posting, I'm still reading, but this semester, without internet access in my room, I've had to learn to steal computer time from Missa and the CAD lab, and that usually has to be restricted to homework only. (Especially since I get so much of it.) Jim is going to try again to fix my connection, or just wipe my hard drive and reinstall Windows... Eeek! I'm not sure I like that, but right now my computer is just gathering dust anyways, so what the fuck...
I've really missed writing here, and there's been a lot I've wanted to talk about this semester, like getting adjusted to grad school, finding myself in the most normal and stable relationship I've ever been in, finding that even when I'm exhausted, I'm happy with what I'm doing and where I am, and then the random day to day crap like getting food poisoning in November, meeting Jim's family at Thanksgiving, finals, grades, being given the fall musical by JBH, being told there isn't anyone else who could handle it right now, break, not getting to go home for Christmas, going home with Jim instead, his family being so sweet and treating me like one of their own children, Jim helping me make him a quilt for Christmas then him declaring it isn't his, but rather is ours, "power chundering"... and last but not least, a rant on the definition of "full blacks". Theatre people, what does this mean to you? I want a good definition. And if there are any actors out there reading, do you know WHY we wear this???
Ok, I'm on my lunch break and have to get back to work now. Hopefully I can elaborate on these things more tonight or tomorrow.
Oh, and lwoodbloo, I loved your list about women! I'll have to think up a list in response about what I like about men...
And Alice, congrats baby... ::kisses:: |
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| Beware Glass Coffee Tables |
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| 09:05pm 02/11/2004 |
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There is so much I want to be writing right now. I'm happy, but I miss my family a lot right now. I miss my girls. Lear is finally dead and struck. Jim has been looking into the living situation for next year. Were looking at houses to share with Michael (roommate Melissa's brother), Brian (one of Jim's roomies), and my darling Dianna. I think I'll have to schedule time in tomorrow to sit and write an actual entry. Oh, and today I fell through a glass coffee table. As the boys would say, "I owned the table". Melissa and Rebecca literally had to lift me out of the frame. Thankfully, I only ended up with just a few scrapes and bruises. Oh, and James, Brian, and Michael bought a hookah today. We're going to have a very strange house next year... |
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| 02:24pm 13/10/2004 |
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You Know You're From New Hampshire When... |
You say "wicked" instead of "really."
Half of your clothes are from L.L. Bean
You rather vacation in New Zealand than Florida
Motorcycle Weekend is the highlight of your summer
"Vacation" means going to Burlington for the weekend.
You go out of state and don't understand what "tax" means on your receipt
You refer to the Patriots as "we".
You can identify a Massachusetts accent.
You can visit Berlin, New London, Bethlehem, Lisbon, Lebanon and Dublin all in one afternoon.
Down South to you means Boston.
You can actually pronounce Kancamagus.
You know what a bubbler is.
You can recognize someone from Massachusetts from their driving.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from New Hampshire.
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| 01:13pm 11/10/2004 |
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I have nothing personally against the Polish people... But Polish Mead is a terrible idea. Can we say less than good? Alice, what kind of Mead do they serve at King Richard's??????
What can I say? I have no time. I have no internet connection still. Jim thinks I need a new ethernet card. Yesterday was Missa's birthday. We're celebrating tonight. Went out for girl time with Missa and khamsin (http://www.livejournal.com/users/khamsin/). I'm obviously too tired to remember or find the code to make that link work. The theatre owns my soul. I have to go back there shortly.
Jim makes me a much happier and far less stressed Jennie. For the first time in what feels like forever I've really been able to be myself without fear of being judged on my thoughts, feelings, or even my body. As an addendum to that, for the first time I've really been able to enjoy my body because I know someone else enjoys it too. Normally I'd feel like a dirty whore about all this, but I can't feel anything but wonderful with him.
My Meagan moved to CT! I miss her. And Veeka. I bought beautiful new nickle silver Doc's for $20 at Champaign Surplus. That and Hobby Lobby are my new favorite stores.
Repeating Costume Design with undergrads annoys me. Excercises in complimentary and triadic color schemes annoy me because basically I hate repeating things. I think I'm allergic to Illinois. Or at least something in it, like corn or soy beans.
Allerton Park is so beautiful. We went last weekend andit made my soul happy. (Ok Jim and Missa, I finally believe you about there being trees and hills in this state.) If anyone actually makes it out here to visit, we're going again.
Alas, I have shit to do. I miss my LJ friends... I want and need to be back here posting... When I get paid next week I'll have to get a new network card and see if we can finally get my computer fixed...
Argh!
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