Thus begins our tech runs for Holes. 9-2 classes. 6-11 rehearsals. 8 credits. Yep I'm might have just entered the realm of insanity. It's about time I joined all of you guys who live a crazy busy life. ;)
Tonight I don my long, curly, goregeously Gothic, Latvian wig. And a tiny corselet that reminds me why I'm glad I was born in this time period. Then I get to marry my "dad's" best friend, the old, fat pig farmer Igor Barkov. It's times like these that remind me of why I love theatre. (Wish you all could see me squeal like a pig.)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Why Emily hasn't gone grocery shopping...
In response to Sheila's response on my blog I am updating. Not because I have the time and not because all of you are hanging on my every word, but because I love Sheila. Yes, sweetheart that was for you. :) I realize that the whole Rob thing is a dead horse I've resurrected just to beat back into the ground. But, those of you who know me know that I'll probably be dealing with that on some degree for the rest of my life. In a much happier sense I am sure.
So it's been a blessing that I haven't been grocery shopping.
1. Because I don't have the money
2. Because I don't have to ride the bus to get to the store
3. Because I don't have to feel guilty for asking my parents for money.
4. Because this punk girl who owes me 130 smackos still hasn't paid me because "wo is her, she doesn't have the money either." I'm sorry but screwing me over doesn't really cut it. She promised that she would pay me absolutely no later than May 1. Welcome to May 10 and her second housing reimbursement is due. Snarl.
5. Because the creamery's selection is really getting boring. And who wants to pay five bucks for a Box of Honey Nut Cheerios.
I sound bitter. I'm really not. I'm loving college right now. I have a feeling this going to be a long blog as I explain what's going on in my brain and in my life.
I love my new apartment and the people living at and around my complex. This is where the not having to pay for my dinners partly comes in. I've actually been asked out on dates. It's been the weirdest thing. And I feel kind of guilty because I'm so used to doing the asking and at least going dutch on the bill. The guys at my complex are older and all of them have jobs and cars. So I've gone to restaurants rather than the normal Cougareat. My brother would be proud. I've actually gotten out.
I wrote about two pages more and all of it got deleted. I love you all and want you to know what's going on in my life, but I do not have another half hour to spend trying to remember what I typed. Darn technology.
So it's been a blessing that I haven't been grocery shopping.
1. Because I don't have the money
2. Because I don't have to ride the bus to get to the store
3. Because I don't have to feel guilty for asking my parents for money.
4. Because this punk girl who owes me 130 smackos still hasn't paid me because "wo is her, she doesn't have the money either." I'm sorry but screwing me over doesn't really cut it. She promised that she would pay me absolutely no later than May 1. Welcome to May 10 and her second housing reimbursement is due. Snarl.
5. Because the creamery's selection is really getting boring. And who wants to pay five bucks for a Box of Honey Nut Cheerios.
I sound bitter. I'm really not. I'm loving college right now. I have a feeling this going to be a long blog as I explain what's going on in my brain and in my life.
I love my new apartment and the people living at and around my complex. This is where the not having to pay for my dinners partly comes in. I've actually been asked out on dates. It's been the weirdest thing. And I feel kind of guilty because I'm so used to doing the asking and at least going dutch on the bill. The guys at my complex are older and all of them have jobs and cars. So I've gone to restaurants rather than the normal Cougareat. My brother would be proud. I've actually gotten out.
I wrote about two pages more and all of it got deleted. I love you all and want you to know what's going on in my life, but I do not have another half hour to spend trying to remember what I typed. Darn technology.
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