I understand that actions had to be taken after someone actually burned themselves off a bunch of concrete, but that doesn't mean I'm not upset to see my favorite patch of sidewalk disappear before I managed some quality warm sitting there this winter.
My computer aps professor (who is actually more of a graduate teaching assistant) passed her gigantic, scary CPA exam and is celebrating today by providing us with chocolate and cookies ("Don't tell anyone I let you eat in here"), no in-class assignment ("Today you get five points for celebrating with me - aren't you glad you came?"), and lots of quotage ("Even if the cookies are no good, just pretend you like them so you don't ruin my good mood.")
Due to a re-examining of the hideous test I took in geography last week (the one where NO ONE received an A in either class and the professor couldn't figure out what happened), everyone was tossed a couple extra points, thus bumping my awful score into a not-as-bad B. Dude, I'll so take it.
Surely everyone else has discovered the same thing Melissa keeps pointing out to me: I haven't posted in awhile. While I could resolve this by talking about the remaining unhappy feelings toward my became-all-day band practice on Friday (my "day off"), or all the movie watching I accomplished by Sunday night, or even the Saturday night card game that eventually dissolved into throwing individual not-for-resale bags of snack food at each other (until one exploded on contact with the wooden practice sword), I've instead decided to inform y'all that, not only have our patterns been approved and cut out, but Melissa and I both washed all our material last night (making all of it glitterfied from one larger piece) and all seven pieces are currently hanging ghetto-tastic style around our room, including on an improvised clothesline dividing 315 into triangles.
Of all the scary things to happen on a Monday, not only was my project approved by the leadership board, but they also didn't have any additional changes or suggestions...which means I now have to remember all the criteria I told them (besides the whole "I'll write a book" part).
I've been taken down by geography, a particularly sharp push pin, and the second floor flight of stairs today. It's probably a good thing I don't have stage combat practice tonight, or there might be some actual bloodshed in the theatre.
"You don't have to turn it in unless you're ready."
Best/Funniest part of Computer Aps today: the graduate student telling Brian (computer genius) that he didn't need to turn in the "so simple even the people who couldn't copy and paste understood it" PowerPoint assignment yet because he looked like he was still working on it.
In one day, I was promoted to assistant puppet maker (the mini-story I told at auditions about once upon a time having a duck marionette and how [quote] "it was awesome" made its way around the department until Joan, the costume head, asked me about it after class yesterday) AND got cast in my first mainstage show. I'm making puppets, working on puppets, and tonight have more swordfighting lessons. I could hate the script (which I don't) and it would still be on this side of fabulousness.
So, I've forced myself to wait before posting such news, seeing as--when I actually heard about it--I was hitting decibels that injure humans AND dogs.
I'm obviously a little excited.
I hear that there's a stage combat sequence everyone's learning tonight, so we'll all hope the one scene I've done such things for (choregraphed by the same person who's doing the show, interestingly enough) will provide enough basic knowledge that I can quickly figure out what's going on tonight.
[None of you can probably imagine the amount of hyper-kinetic energy I experienced last night, especially if you're simply basing it off all the above. Talk to Melissa and she'll tell you.]
I'm back once more in the not-so-sunny-but-it-is-night 'Ville, where I threw all my stuff on the floor and cleaned off my desk. Sorry, Melissa, I can't believe I left it like that.
Beyond that, I had a great time with Caleb (and so many other people whose names I won't remember for the next time that I pop by -- all apologies already!) and will need to post some photos when I get them developed. Because, dang, that room was clean.
As much as the universe keeps trying to keep me in Kirksville (box office needed extra hours today, the world-record attempt involving pillow fighting tomorrow, approaching midterms, etc), I'm leaving this arctic popsicle stand behind for the [possibly] sunnier Colubmia, MO, and my brother's dorm room.
Yes, he's even cleaning for me. Am I special or what? I'll see y'all on Sunday.
Yes, this weekend I also worked on putting together my Christmas list, and I'll zap it your way as soon as I decide what to put on it. Yes, this is a complicated process. I have to decide not only what I'll still want 2(+) months from now, but also what I can live without and not go running to the store for in the hopes that someone else will do it for me.
(No, I don't have an equation. At least, not one I would admit to in public.)
Okay, so it's been awhile again. We all know what that means...
The (Whatever We're Taking it From to Now) in Bullets:
* When it ends up featuring a run downtown for various coffee-related beverages, all manner of snap stitching, and rhinestones and the "Princess Christi" song, there's no other way I wouldn't wanted to spend Friday afternoon/evening than those six hours in the costume shop.
* Have you seen "Kill Bill"? Because I have! And I love them both! And I will now talk to anyone in the world who has seen them about them and their wonderfulness! (Ooh - except for that eye!) !!!
* Extra reason to keep Melissa around: when I finally felt like crashing on Friday night, I couldn't fall asleep because it was entirely too quiet in the room. I ended up putting on "Lizzie Maguire" in an effort to provide enough ignorable noise to sleep.
* That didn't work and I watched half of Jimmy Fallon's biography on A&E. Did you know that his "goofiness and charm belies the seriousness underneath?"
* Saturday was Family Day, meaning I saw my parents, enjoyed talking with my parents, and ended up with lots of food. As of today, Wednesday, that last part is no longer an issue.
* (Not an update, but related: if any of y'all want one of the remaining famous carmel brownies, there are only three and I get one.)
* Megan + all sugar diet = frighteningly more hyper than myself
* Megan + fire = so scary I seriously did run away
* Not only did I spend Sunday with quality time in the library, I was also apparently still feeling the Hilary Duff love as I kept randomly searching out songs from her multiple (yes, multiple - how sad is that?) CDs. Feel free to mock me now.
* I've possibly been talked into doing a movie for a few friends, though I technically haven't said yes yet. I haven't said no, either, and that'll probably be a big sticking point.
* Currently: I'm sick, and I don't know why (though if you have similar symptoms, I'm so blaiming you), and I finally get to leave computer aps now, so I'll stop updating.