Later the next day

Updates are good, especially when they'll stop my family from worrying and make Melissa jealous of my bounce-back time. Obviously, I'm feeling loads better (though I did take a little something for a slight headache this morning, just to stop it at the pass) and ready to hit the world again. Probably the best feeling in the world is waking up just fine after falling asleep to wretched. Perhaps it was the divine intervention of both "Sister Act" movies? Well, perhaps not.

Well, THAT explains things, or I shouldn't tell this to my mother

Melissa says I have the flu. I imagine that could explain the sore throat, achy body, stuffed head, lack of appetite, huh?

Mustn't dwell

Guess who's dramaturgy project could've been double spaced after all? How special.

Why am I even still bothering?

The word "patient" just fell completely out of my head while I was trying to think of the best word to use for a paper. And I'm whipping out the tootsie rolls again. I'll just be no good to the world in about fifteen minutes.

That and the dancing to the music because I can't work in complete silence

I have the hardest time writing papers since I work best if I'm chewing while typing (I don't know why either) but there's only so long I can chew gum before my jaw aches. That's when I break out regular food, but this slows me down because I have to continually refill and have been known to lose my train of thought while digging out the next handful of chips.

Anyway, not much of that is important, except to explain why I've started eating all the odds and ends of food from inside of closet because I have about twelve more pages to go on my 15-30 page paper/project for Hist/Lit. It's easier to eat the random small things instead of getting out an entire meal (then I'd have to stop more to eat, say a sandwich), but Funyuns plus marshmellows plus Cheez-Its plus strawberries plus swiss cake rolls plus soda, milk, water may not be meshing well come three hours from now.

I am getting rid of lots of food, though.

Serving Size: Um.....

Someone needs to be around to stage mini-interventions in my life seeing as, while some ideas seem great at the time, treat me wretched the next morning, and then I repeat them some time later, fully knowing the end result of the previous time.

That said: congratuate me! I ate approximately 1/3 of the 325 piece Tootsie Roll bag while watching "Dodgeball" and the good-parts version of "Pirates of Penzance." Feel sorry for me! I feel wretched! But, hey, it's 2 a.m. (virus scan just popped up) and Iron Chef is on now. Good morning everyone, I'll see you in about five hours.

Accomplished

These past few days I gave the shortest tour I'd ever done previously, beat Big Thunder Mountain on the Disney Magical Racing Tour game, went all Fye on a peer paper, turned a sucker into a whistle, watched the first half of "Monsoon Wedding" and the last three-fifths of "Miss Congeniality," had two great ideas for my leadership final project, and received my envelope for Alpha Psi Omega (so I'll finally get that asterisk in the program, Mom).

Can it, Merv

It's insulting enough to have a real person sing the Jeopardy theme music at you when you're stuck on something or thinking hard, but to have my baby computer pull that while studying desperately for accounting tomorrow? So beyond unacceptable.

And I'll be there again tonight

Is it bad that I just realized I'd been storing food in the box office for the entire time it's been open these past two weeks?

time for lunch (which is semi-related)

My cast gifts just arrived in the mail and, beyond the joy of receiving a package and not just credit card offers, I'm ecstatic that they turned out even cooler than I imagined. I'd love to tell everyone what they are, but who knows who's listening in...all I'll say is that they came from this website, and that should be good enough for everyone.

June 6-August 14

So, sorry Mom, I wasn't really celebrating (unless you call making copies in the SUB, reading an article about shoes while eating, and falling asleep on the floor before meeting an accounting group), but I haven't especially spread the news around yet.

[In an effort to change that...]

Apparently "mid-next week" actually equals "tomorrow," since I got my phone call from the KC Starlight yesterday afternoon offering me a position as a stage management intern for the summer season. To quote, "Well, then I guess I'll have to accept, huh?" Not only is this some scary first step into the professional world, it also means something much sweeter: no more Wal-Mart!

I'm rubber and you're glue

Whenever someone tells me I'm being irresponsible, that's one thing. When that same someone does so in an incredibly third grade way (by sending me an email, and sending it to three other people so I look bad), that just makes me want to continue flaking on them even more. Believe me, buddy, I have way more important things to do (my one-act, my accounting group, other classes, sleeping and eating) than help you out after you rag on me to the rest of your group.

"Just let me pull out your resume..."

So, I just finished a completely unplanned (on my side) phone interview with the KC Starlight for a stage management internship. I feel kinda bouncy about it, which is more than last time, and I talked about both Disney music and debutante balls, so only good can come from this. (Didn't you hear? That's totally a sign.) I unfortunately missed out on lunch for such things, but that just means I get to eat in the box office today.

I'm supposed to hear by mid-next week. Now we wait. Again.

Things Incredibly Funny at One (Plus) A.M.

* marshemllows

* relationship stories

* shoes

* Jeff laughing uncontrollably

* getting locked out of the dorm room

* the head of Leroy

* debates about how late is too late to wake up someone you don't know well

* Melissa running Spanish vocab among the chaos

* Michael v. Mike video game action

Continuing where we were before...

The lab show is finished (and went amazingly well, thanks - I might post some pictures later), which makes this an odd evening where I could actually stay in and work on homework. So sad for myself.

Anyway, it also means that I have some free time...enough to elaborate on the previous post where I just threw out the Muny lack-of-job-ness and retreated away from the computer. I'll admit that I was bummed when I found out on Friday afternoon, but I personally had suspected that was the cause of the long news delay. I'm proud that I didn't break down on the parents when I called them, though I had to stop Megan from coming over after I did start to cry when she called me. I'm also not ashamed to say that the full-out bawling came when I threw on my techie black for that night's performance and I had to pull myself together in the closet.

(Hey--here comes some happiness!)

Beyond that, though, I'm really doing okay. I've accepted it without beating myself up and life is moving on. The ironic moment of the weekend occurred when I received the Muny season flyer in the mail Saturday, in a "well, we can't hire you but you could still give us some money" moment. I got a really nice e-card from Megan this morning talking about how she was there if I needed to talk and if the Muny couldn't see how awesome I was they didn't deserve me (which is its own type of irony as Megan works for the Muny). Unlike some times in the past where this has caused me to break down into sobs again, my basic reaction was "oh, um, okay" and to finish checking my email.

(Good golly this is getting long.) It's not that I'm not sad about missing out on the internship, because it would've been really convenient, what with the location on my side of the state, in my house that I won't be living in much longer, etc. I just know that, since I am losing one great thing, there must be something ten times better waiting for me on the other side of the road. I have the faith that things will work out, and that's enough for now.

And, no, "I don't have time to talk about it" isn't just a way of ignoring it

I'm not working for the Muny this summer.

if I'm dreaming/then I'm dreaming of you

I just woke up from this long and drawn out dream, but really all I remember is that I was dead and people were still too broken up about Mitch Hedberg's death to worry about me.

constant state of flux

I just got a phone call from the KC Starlight, sniffing for an interview. They, however, don't want to bother with it if the Muny's about to snap me up (understandable), so I'm supposed to call them back on Friday if I haven't heard anything by then. It sounds like they're looking at me for Production, which is fine but still not what I want to do with myself. Apparently the universe is pointing me another direction.

On the way out the door, yet this is what I think about

You're probably not supposed to enjoy the taste of pencil lead, huh? I could see where that would lead to some issues down the line...

and the weird keyboard isn't helping matters

I'm just sick of trying to do everything. Remember the high school Hannah, who had to be involved with everything and take care of everybody and didn't need any help. I certainly remember her, and she was just as stressed out and non-fun as the college Hannah has currently become. College Hannah doesn't even care enough to fix the grammar in that last sentence, even though she hates that she ended with "become" (and just did so again).

This is Friday friggin night, and I'm trying to work on a paper as a break from my accounting homework that I couldn't understand anymore before I move on to the JINS labs that I've gotten behind on because they haven't made total sense for weeks. Who's had the time to talk to the professor about what's going on? Certainly not college Hannah, who's too busy working on her two different theatre shows. Maybe if they had office hours after midnight, since college Hannah always seems to be awake then, she could finally take the time to fix why her Islamic lattice work won't turn out properly.

While I had her on the phone, she wanted to say "hey" to all her friends and family who she hasn't seen for awhile, especially as it's still indefinite when she'll see them again. She apologizes if she's missed any phone calls due to her non-existence in her room, but wanted to inform everyone that, if she is at home, she'll certainly get the call, as she's been jumping at the phone every time it rings in the hope that an internship somewhere, anywhere is calling with her name attached to a summer position.

So, think some extra sunshine for college Hannah. While Goonies may never say die, and at least she's not pregnant--her new favorite condolence, btw--she did just pick off a scab on her hand just to watch it bleed. If that's not stressed, I don't know what is. (See above grammar/sentence end comment.)