Just saying hi.

The play went really well, I think. I had a lot of fun, and I am still exhausted, largely because I haven’t really had a chance to just rest yet. In theory, I’ll get that after finals, around May 3 or 4. In the meantime… yes, finals are approaching. I’ve got a month until classes are over, and then I’m taking the summer off from classes in favor of working a second job or something.

I’ve got class in an hour; if my head weren’t killing me, I might actually manage a full post. Unfortunately, I presently want to crawl under a rock and die. I would so much rather be in bed toay. Watching Sweeney Todd and drinking strawberry smoothies and playing WoW.

Sigh.

Spring Break: Play-by-Play

Well, that was not much of a spring break. I still didn’t get a day to sleep in as late as I could. It’s sad, really; sleep and I used to be such close friends.

Because a lot happened last week, I’m going to condense a lot of smaller post into one long bulleted one. It’s just more efficient.

• Sister is okay. She had surgery last Monday to have her tonsils removed. While the procedure went well, the following week was horrid at best. She’s finally gone 24 hours now without throwing up, and she looks much better tonight. She’s talking and even eating a little bit, so we’re pretty sure she’s on the mend now. Thank God for that; she had me worried.
• Holy Week is over! Holy Week is one of the busiest times of the year for the church, and it is finally over for a whole nother year. In case I haven’t explained it before, I am a secretary at a church. I am also the daughter of the Director of Christian Education at said church. This means that I spend a great deal of time at the church, either for my own job or to help my mother out. Considering Mom had to stay home with Sister all last week… last week was a lot of work, which is now over. Yeees.
• Spent what time I could with the Boys. I love them. They make my life that much better.
• I got… an interesting text message Monday morning. That is a blog for another time; the story is too long to post here, especially since I was a great bonehead and accidentally deleted the messages, so I can’t post exact quotes. Bad blogger, I know. I’m sorry.
• Dante and I work well together in the kitchen. We learned this Tuesday night when we made my mother’s stuffed meatloaf. I know the standard response to “meatloaf” is a grimace and a slow retreat, but I swear this is the best meatloaf ever concocted. It’s stuffed with ham and cheese, and it’s brilliant. I’ll think about posting the recipe one of these days. Maybe. At any rate, we made it from the recipe as Mom dictated over the phone, and, aside from being a bit sloppy-looking, it was really pretty good. I was just a little proud.

There was, of course, much more, but it is very late, and I am one tired girl. Had rehearsals tonight for The Vagina Monologues. It will all be over Saturday night, thank God. Still more on that later… Right now, sleep.

Spring Break!

I know I’ve been missing for a few days. Sorry.

As of last Saturday, I am on spring break. This means I am hanging out with the Boychik and Dante a lot. I am trying to sleep some, too. I might not manage regular posts this week. But I will return with them Monday, at the latest. Until then, I might be a bit sporadic. Believe me, I have a story for yall, and when I have time to sit down and write it the way it deserves to be written, I will definitely put it up here.

Now, though… sleep.

Power that can smash even the souls of the gods…

So I didn’t get a post up yesterday. I know. I’m sorry. To be fair, yesterday was painful and involved little down-time. My shoulder is killing me, and I am finally getting over a nasty allergic flare-up. Today’s a bit better… less sniffling and coughing on my part and therefore less shoulder pain. Still, I am at work. That’s not a terribly bad thing… Fridays are pretty quiet, and I generally LIKE my job. I just have a whole list of things I’d really rather be doing. For example, today is a perfect lazy day. It’s getting darker out… a storm’s on the way in, I hear. I would love to be at home, in bed or curled up on the couch, and playing WoW.

After work, I’m thinking I’m heading over to Dante’s for a little bit to watch some anime. It’s weird to write that… I’ve been out of anime for years. But Dante made the mistake of buying me the box set of my favorite season of my favorite anime, and he decided he wanted to watch it…. And suddenly I’m back into my favorite shows. Slayers, Oh! My Goddess, Ranma 1/2… I was really into the anime and manga scene in middle school. I generally got out of it when I started high school, though I’ve always held onto that love for certain series. Slayers holds a special place in my heart. I told Dante about it one night, and, lo and behold, come Christmas… Slayers Next on DVD!

We finished watching it last night. He just ordered Slayers Try, which comes out in two weeks, and in the meantime he’s going to see the Oh! My Goddess movie, and we’ll probably start watching some Ranma. That, and working on WoW. I want another 70, and I know the Boychik is dying for a tank. We’ll see how much leveling we can get done this weekend.

Kissing summer goodbye already…

Well, UNF posted the summer course schedule, and I’m sad to say it looks like I’ll be in class all summer long. I’m planning to take three classes so I can do four in fall and four in spring and be done, once and for all. Which is… fantastic, to say the least, given my overwhelming hate for the university. But. My entire summer! I’m going to have to drive up from Crescent Beach for class, skip a day of Vacation Bible School and possibly skip Christmount.

Conversations with Dante: On college.

I’m in class right now, but Dante and I are chatting on Google Docs (as usual), and he summed life up pretty fantastically just now, so I thought I’d share the conversation:

Me: So how are you?
Dante: lol hehehe. I am er bored on a grand scale?
Me: I agree. Class needs to start so I can leave. At least you get to go home soon. … oh dear. Ok.
Dante: I meant bored with life as a whole. I’m almost always bored generally.
Me: Ah. Well, there is that, too. I… yeah, let’s just go with I know what you mean.
Dante: I hate the internet here, it keeps kicking me off and having me restart this computer over and over and over and over. Anyways yea, bored.:/
Me: yeah. I know. I don’t know why I haven’t dropped out of school yet. I really don’t.
Dante: Well your about done with a portion of it. No point stopping now at least.
Me: I know. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Dante: Besides its not THAT bad. . . .
Me: It IS.
Dante: lol I know. In my purest pessimistic form its a waste of time, energy, money and patience. The mere fact that you seem to be forced to do this to get anywhere in life, generally, is a good example of why I am so bored with this life, world in fact. Unless you are a genius, a prodigy, luck the fuck out or are born into riches you are a college student. For the general populous its college or dead end. YOUR saving grace is that if you had not gone to college you would probably never have met [the Boychik], I however have no such saving grace. College sucks.

Amen, and preach it!

There are no strikes in NaBloPoMo.

Okay, does it count if it feels like 11:40? I’m still getting over losing an hour! Have mercy!

…I’m guessing it doesn’t, and so by day 11 I have failed NaBloPoMo. Disappointed though I am… nothing could have been done today. Work was busy, and from work I was in a mad dash to go home, shower, straighten my hair, tutor my Pupil, get to school, meet with my group for Advertising, go to play rehearsals… After rehearsals, I met up with the Boychik and we took a good walk around part of the campus, which was nice, since we didn’t hang out this weekend. By all rights, I need to distance myself from him. I know this. In my head, I know it. Blah.

I will have to blog about that later. Right now, I need to get some sleep, because tomorrow I get to wake up early and do another mad dash. Lately, I’m having to use the little notebook I carry in my back pocket to manage a daily to-do list/schedule just to be sure I get to everything. It’s remarkably helpful. Generally, I use it to write basic reminders to myself, dates I need to remember, writing ideas, funny quotes… now it’s becoming an outright planner. The poor dear.

Fluff Post! Becoming Jane.

This afternoon, I’m watching Becoming Jane. I have come to a number of conclusions, all of them related and none of them particularly new

• I love Pride and Prejudice. Deeply and passionately. I adore it, and I need to thank Mrs. Leake for assigning it.
• James McAvoy is, without a doubt, one of the most attractive men, like, ever.
• Mr. Darcy is, without a doubt, the man of my dreams.

That is all.

A lazy Saturday.

So this morning was cool. Sister and I got up and went to the Fox for breakfast. It’s been a long time since the two of us did anything together, so it was nice to get out and chat. I got a massive waffle, and she got the pancakes, and it was all fantastic. The Fox is my absolute favorite greasy spoon diner ever. Their breakfast and their burgers are fantastic.

We also hit the tanning beds, me for the first time. I’ll be going a lot for a few weeks, since I have to wear white for the Vagina Monologues, and white on pasty white just doesn’t work so well. I’d rather not be blinding up on stage, you know?

I got some homework done this afternoon, but I think I am going to spend my evening playing World of Warcraft. It’s been about a week since the last time I logged on… far too long. I miss shooting things in the face, you know?

The F-word.

So I just discovered this phenomenon called the Fat-O-Sphere, the fat person’s Blog-O-Sphere. These bloggers are people who preach a concept called Fat Acceptance, and I’ve gotta say I am shocked, amazed and dumbfounded. There are people out there… intelligent, creative, witty, downright amazing people out there who believe it is actually okay to be fat. They believe fat is not a bad word, and fat people deserve to be treated like people, too. Maybe this should be common sense, but I, like so many people, grew up with the knowledge that to be fat is to be less than human. As a fat girl myself… I have grown up with the firm belief that I am less of a person–less talented, less smart, less capable, less pretty or beautiful or attractive or sexy, less deserving of happiness–because I am fat.

Saying that out loud makes it sound ridiculous. It is. But such firmly embedded ideas don’t go away overnight. Since the year started I have been making a sincere effort to reevaluate myself and my views of myself, because I’m not happy, and I’m tired of not being happy. I know I’m the only person who can fix that.