I’m watching a movie for class. Hooray!
Actually, it’s kind of boring so I find myself here half watching, half blogging…probably neglecting to do either option well.
I have so much to do this week and I’ve neglected to do any of it. That’s why I’m trying to kill two birds with one stone and get this movie paper done and then get my other paper done and…maybe play in the snow tomorrow? maybe. I’m a child.
This has been an interesting week. I’m ready for it to be over. I had two days off last week and its just thrown me right off kilter. I’ve been eating everything in sight. I guess it makes me feel better to tell the little white box on the screen about it. I think I know why, but its still frustrating to have worked my butt off for two months and lose 15 pounds…and then crave chocolate like none other.
Oh goodness. The movie I’m watching is rife with 50’s housewife dresses.
I have a hidden thing for 50’s housewife dresses. I even own a couple.
This Friday night my buddy Miranda and I are having a “Women’s Epic Movie Night” where we’re watching several epic movies for fun. It should be pretty fantastic. There’s really nothing at this point I’d like better than a good movie night.
It felt good to blog. I should do it more often.
Two entries ago I mentioned the time I worked for my mother’s show…
They offered it to me, since she’s too sick to work.
I don’t quite know how I feel about this.
I have to go to the doctor this week and I have to tell them I’m depressed and get medication for said condition.
I don’t quite know how I feel about this either.
In fact, I’m not sure I believe in depression medication.
Let’s say this wasn’t a good week.
One of my co-workers bought me a cactus for Christmas.
I think she hates me.
I don’t really know why she bought me a cactus. I don’t know if its a normal Christmas gift or if it was a joke but I’m stuck with a small yet incredibly prickly cactus.
My first thought on dealing with this cactus was to just neglect it to death…I had the same idea about a Betta fish that one of the girls in my section left when she didn’t come back this semester. The fish ended up going to my parents house with my sister who loves it.
I left the cactus on my window sill. I couldn’t just throw it away (what if she came in??) It has been since December and the dang thing is still alive!
Earlier today I was sitting at my desk doing some homework and I glanced over at the cactus. The bottom…I don’t know what they are? needles? Oh yeah, they’re needles…were all brown and I started to feel sorry for the cactus. I ran in to the bathroom and got some water and put the cactus in the water. I breathed a sigh of relief as the soil in the little pot the cactus came in sucked in the life-sustaining water and then I realized…I wanted to neglect this thing to death but I did the opposite.
So here I am, stuck with a cactus.
I feel kind of pathetic. I can’t even kill a cactus.
Since I worked so much this week I went back to my old eating habits.
I think I might die.
Back on the wagon tomorrow.
But what were you expecting honestly? I seem to have limited ability to do any sort of thinking.
Three shows this week, not normal. I had a good time nonetheless.
For a year I begged my mother to take me to the show she’s stage manager for. It’s a local thing, but people come to it and like it so she has a pretty good deck to run. They average about 14 acts per show and a headliner that does a small set. She’s stage manager so she’s in charge of running people out on stage and making sure everything is wired up the way it’s supposed to be. I had worked for dad for a few shows prior to going with her. I was eighteen and didn’t have much of a grasp on stage reality. I hadn’t worked my summer program yet and was kind of getting training at the feet of the master (if she read this she’d get a kick out of it)
I went in to work with her that morning and we started running lines. She ran me ragged until about 11 and then people started to show up for their sound checks. After that we got a break and I went back with mom to talk to the Union stewards. Mom said “this is my daughter, she’s going to be a stage manager, and a damn good one.”
I floated for the rest of the day on that compliment. My mother isn’t free with compliments. She was never the type to tell you something was good if it wasn’t and for her to say I was going to be good at the job she did so well made me feel great.
That interestingly enough, is how I got to work for the union in the first place. My mom and dad got me the job and I’m not ashamed. They may have gotten it but I kept it…and my boyfriend is going to break up with me for working too much.
I’ve had worse.
I have a four day weekend this week! No classes Thursday and Friday! I think that’s cause for celebration.
I give people advice.
People come running and ask me what to do about situations.
I tell them sometimes what is best, sometimes what they want to hear.
I go running to people.
I ask them for advice.
They say they don’t want to get involved.
I think I’ll be doing a lot less getting involved in the future.
My dad is a professor.
The other day I happened by his office and the girl who works for him (grades papers, answers the phone, gets him lunch…) asked me an interesting question. She said “Do you do everything Paul tells you to do?”
Dad and I have sort of a satirical relationship. People think I don’t like him and that he thinks I’m a thorn in his side. In reality, we get along really well…
I said to her: “My parents have never demanded that I do anything or absolutely forbid me from doing anything so when they ask me to do something I do whatever I can to get it done.” I mean, I don’t live with them anymore but I know people who are in their 20s and their parents still keep them from doing things…
I thought about this for a long time and told my mother that she and dad were the best parents in the world.
she said no.
I said b**ch, take a compliment.
Is it May yet?