I think I used to care about things a lot more than I do now. Sometimes I wonder what happened, but mostly...Well, I just don't care.


Sarah, I still read your posts. They few lines every now and then make me smile. Also, we should go dress shopping when I'm back in town. For realz.

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Next time I try to wrestle doors out of the prop room in order to measure them for the set, I will be sure not to wear heels. I will also have big, strapping shop guys holding the doors to keep them from falling on me...again.


To justify the heels situation, I had dressed for my design meeting with Pete (which was basically heels with my jeans and tank-top, a necklace, and my hair down instead of in a pony-tail) and he okayed one of my thumbnails, and told me to measure doors. So I thought I would get that done this afternoon, because there were supposed to be people in the shop, and no one would be around to open the prop room for me this weekend. The thing is, that no one was in the shop, so I had to wrestle doors by myself. And a stack of ten or twelve of them can be pretty intimidating when no one is around to hold them and keep them from falling on you (which, by the way, hurts like hell, and I was pretty sure I was going to die for about a minute).

But I have my doors measured, and some adjustments to make to my set ideas, and all that jazz. This weekend should be really productive. I am planning to have my groundplan and my color-rendering done by Monday, as well as some of my elevations (hopefully). So really, this is coming together quite quickly. I think. I guess we'll see if I really am as productive as I hope to be. Or if I'm lazy. Which is just as likely.

SQUISHY!

When are you coming to see me? It should be soon. Yes it should. I'll even cook delicious vegetarian meals for you. I promise.

Apartment rocks hardcore.

Legs hurt - twice as many stairs this year.

Designing the fall show this year. Come see it.

Auditions tonight.

Writing a lot of screenplays for people. Weird.

Pay bills.

Get money.

Rent due on the 3rd.

Call mom. Ask her stuff.

I'm taking Christian Apologetics. Seriously?

Call cable company. Get internets.

Talk to new supervisor. I miss Joe.

Uh....yeah....

Studying at Cambridge has made me realize a few things:

1. I love Ben more than I ever thought possible.

2. I am an American girl at heart

3. I don't really hate the Midwest as much as I say I do.

4. I'm not nearly pretentious enough to ever go to Cambridge...

5. ...or stay in England for a long period of time, for that matter.



In other news - SEVEN DAYS TIL I COME HOME! I'm psyched. I'm going to start packing my stuff up tonight, so I can make sure not to forget anything. And then I will finish up classes and spend the weekend in Ipswich, and then I will FLY HOME! YAY HOME! YAY MIDWEST! YAY FRIENDLY HUMBLE PEOPLE!

I promise I will no longer complain about hunting or ice-fishing being low-brow. Nor will I ever say Minnesota is full of hicks. I will take all of my frustration and project it to the coasts where it belongs.

There are papers that need writing. I should do that.

I'm avoiding the fact that I still don't have a place to live by spending the Fourth of July in Milwaukee with Ben. I will worry over school-year accomodations when I get back from spending 4 chilling and soaking up some sun with my honey.
For any who have been wondering who Ben is because I don't keep in touch like I should, he's the 24-year-old seminary student I've been dating since May. He's also fantabulous. We met because I dated his brother my freshman year at Bethany.

Other than that, I'm not ready to go off to England to study in July, but it's gonna happen, so I might as well just deal with the fact I'm not ready. I emailed some of the other kids in the class yesterday, so hopefully I'll hear back from them so I know some people when I get over there. I'm trying not to be too stressed out.

Must find a place to live this year. Must. Absolute must.


Searching for apartments in Mankato when you live in Minneapolis is kind of a pain in the ass. But I think I may have struck something. I will have to call and get more information. I hate phones.




Back to work.


Also, I have a new cell phone. With a new cell phone number. Let me know ifn you want it.

I am finished with my last final of the year. I am finished with Sophomore year. I am a junior.

I am going to study Shakespeare at the University of Cambridge in July.

I am going to start my summer job next week.

I may be seeing Ben sooner than I expected, and this is exciting.

I am going home, and I shall see my Squishy and, oh, Dearest Squishy, there is so much I have to tell you!


I am going to go pack my apartment up right now. This idea makes me immeasurably sad.

I'm really really glad Sarah isn't dead like in my dream...

...I'm also really really glad that she isn't angry with me for calling at 5:30 this morning to make sure....

So cutting wisdom teeth sucks. And is all kinds of painful. And it means that my face is all swollen and sore and I can't speak right...which is perfect, since I'm supposed to be speaking clearly in an Irish dialect for "Dancing at Lughnasa."

Wonderful.