DONE. DONEDONEDONEDONEDONEDONE. Not counting May Term, this is my last exam week ever. EVER, I tell you! Bwahahahahaha!
The title of the final paper: Women’s Rights:
A Comparison between Women’s Rights in Theatre and Women’s Rights in Daily Life
AND NOW IT'S DONE.
I'll just be over in that corner collapsing now, yes?
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sing We A Song That Takes But a Minute
I hate being the Madrigals director. I really, truly do. Because of Madrigals and a moment of insanity that involves us performing during EXAM WEEK, I don't get to go home. At all. Until October, barring some major family disaster. I kind of want to commit homicide right now. I have never been so angry at the administration of this school for completely cutting out the pre-May Term break that used to be so welcome to us students who have batshit insane teachers who think performances at the end of exam week are a good idea. I am so beyond frustrated. I was going to go home, go to the dentist, grab some essentials that I forgot at the end of spring break, get my mom to hold me and tell me that it isn't my fault that I can't stay in a relationship for longer than five months at a stretch... But no. I'm stuck. Here. And furious at the world.
In other news, I have a new job. I have been hired to help run the wine-tasting room over at Barren Ridge Winery! I'm getting paid eight dollars an hour to talk about wine to people and to not have to wear a uniform while I do it. Score! And if all works out with the babysitting/voice lessons thing, I'll be able to easily pay my bills all through the summer and maybe even save a little bit of money for when my six-month loan deferrment wears out.
I do hate hearing the question, "So, do you have a job lined up for graduation?" It's so rude to ask that, especially with the economy in its current state of collapse. Do you seriously think that, unless you are offering a job, a college graduate this year will want to hear that question? College graduates are all scared shitless right now because THERE ARE NO JOBS. And if there are jobs, then nobody is advertising because they're scared of having to sort through 200+ applications. (Do you know how I heard about the opening at Barren Ridge? Word of mouth. And for the very reason I just mentioned, too.) No college graduate wants to be reminded that, as of May 2009, they will very likely be going home to live in their childhood bedroom and to beg for a waitressing job.
Even in my line of work jobs are hard to find. Theatres are closing all over the US because nobody can afford to keep them open anymore. Companies are folding, no one is starting new companies, and the companies that are barely keeping their heads above water aren't hiring new actors/techies because they can't afford to pay the ones they already have. Whatever happened to Federally Funded Theatre? Oh yeah - George Bush made it so that the government can't even afford to pay their air-traffic controllers. Or had you forgotten about that?
Yeah, I'm bitter. I'm working for slightly above minimum wage at a job that has nothing to do with the skills I have paid 30,000 dollars a year to acrue over the past four years. But that's okay - at least I don't have to say, "Would you like fries with that?"
In other news, I have a new job. I have been hired to help run the wine-tasting room over at Barren Ridge Winery! I'm getting paid eight dollars an hour to talk about wine to people and to not have to wear a uniform while I do it. Score! And if all works out with the babysitting/voice lessons thing, I'll be able to easily pay my bills all through the summer and maybe even save a little bit of money for when my six-month loan deferrment wears out.
I do hate hearing the question, "So, do you have a job lined up for graduation?" It's so rude to ask that, especially with the economy in its current state of collapse. Do you seriously think that, unless you are offering a job, a college graduate this year will want to hear that question? College graduates are all scared shitless right now because THERE ARE NO JOBS. And if there are jobs, then nobody is advertising because they're scared of having to sort through 200+ applications. (Do you know how I heard about the opening at Barren Ridge? Word of mouth. And for the very reason I just mentioned, too.) No college graduate wants to be reminded that, as of May 2009, they will very likely be going home to live in their childhood bedroom and to beg for a waitressing job.
Even in my line of work jobs are hard to find. Theatres are closing all over the US because nobody can afford to keep them open anymore. Companies are folding, no one is starting new companies, and the companies that are barely keeping their heads above water aren't hiring new actors/techies because they can't afford to pay the ones they already have. Whatever happened to Federally Funded Theatre? Oh yeah - George Bush made it so that the government can't even afford to pay their air-traffic controllers. Or had you forgotten about that?
Yeah, I'm bitter. I'm working for slightly above minimum wage at a job that has nothing to do with the skills I have paid 30,000 dollars a year to acrue over the past four years. But that's okay - at least I don't have to say, "Would you like fries with that?"
Monday, April 13, 2009
Your Mom
So, there is something wrong with me. Once more, I have not made it past the five-month mark in a relationship. Am I just jinxing myself? I wonder.
Anyway, laryngitis is a bitch. I had it for the first time ever and managed to lose my voice for over a week, and then wasn't allowed to sing for three weeks. I'm being allowed a short voice lesson today, but I'm still raspy so we'll see how long I'll be allowed to phonate before being banned once more.
I'm exhausted. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. Usually I get sort of a post-Easter high, but since graduation is imminent, I'm feeling the drain acutely. Luckily, there are some lovely May-term plans happening - my friend Jarod is having a Buffy-viewing party (unfortunately focused on Spike rather than a more interesting character, but whatevs), then the next night my friend Liz is having a Not-Yet-Old birthday party. Good times, there.
I'll be in Virginia for the summer. I've gotten into a show at the Grove (very exciting - I get to play a villain for the first time ever. My job is to be gorgeous and a bitch for the entire show - I think I can handle that) and I'm looking for a job that will pay the bills. In the meantime, I'll be teaching voice lessons and taking in the occasional babysitting job. Momma and Daddy want me to move back home, and since Sierra got into Clarion University's MLS program, she wants me to come to Clarion with her in the fall to be her roommate, which is certainly something to consider. I ended up talking to her last night and she said that my communication issues (something that has been complained about by significant others frequently) stem back to being put in "time-out" when I was a kid, rather than being encouraged to argue with my parents. I can see that. When I get angry or upset, I have this tendency to need alone-time in which to think and calm down, and significant others don't tend to like that very much.
Anyway. I'm done sacrificing myself for a significant other. I am drained and tired and now I'm really just in the mood to be not-serious and not-grown up about life.
Anyway, laryngitis is a bitch. I had it for the first time ever and managed to lose my voice for over a week, and then wasn't allowed to sing for three weeks. I'm being allowed a short voice lesson today, but I'm still raspy so we'll see how long I'll be allowed to phonate before being banned once more.
I'm exhausted. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. Usually I get sort of a post-Easter high, but since graduation is imminent, I'm feeling the drain acutely. Luckily, there are some lovely May-term plans happening - my friend Jarod is having a Buffy-viewing party (unfortunately focused on Spike rather than a more interesting character, but whatevs), then the next night my friend Liz is having a Not-Yet-Old birthday party. Good times, there.
I'll be in Virginia for the summer. I've gotten into a show at the Grove (very exciting - I get to play a villain for the first time ever. My job is to be gorgeous and a bitch for the entire show - I think I can handle that) and I'm looking for a job that will pay the bills. In the meantime, I'll be teaching voice lessons and taking in the occasional babysitting job. Momma and Daddy want me to move back home, and since Sierra got into Clarion University's MLS program, she wants me to come to Clarion with her in the fall to be her roommate, which is certainly something to consider. I ended up talking to her last night and she said that my communication issues (something that has been complained about by significant others frequently) stem back to being put in "time-out" when I was a kid, rather than being encouraged to argue with my parents. I can see that. When I get angry or upset, I have this tendency to need alone-time in which to think and calm down, and significant others don't tend to like that very much.
Anyway. I'm done sacrificing myself for a significant other. I am drained and tired and now I'm really just in the mood to be not-serious and not-grown up about life.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tomorrow is Another Day
Well then. This week has already kind of kicked me in the face a little bit. I left my laptop in Scotsville at Greg's apartment. Got a hospital bill, because it did not go properly on the insurance. (It's a BIG hospital bill, too. Can't even pretend to pay for it minus insurance.) My paycheck from the school was not quite as large as I had hoped, so when I paid the school my final (final!) balance, that pretty much took half of that. My voice lesson (one week before my recital) sucked ass. I spent forty-five minutes on my three song French set, which was nightmarish. I was at Secret Garden rehearsal until 1:30 am Monday, and when I got home, there was smoke/steam wafting out from under the hood.
Yeah. That's right. I popped the hood and there was more smoke. Had Sam (Terry's brother and our technical director at MBC Theatre) look under the hood on Tuesday and we discovered that the radiator is busted. That's about three-hundred dollars right there. (He looked up how much the part costs, then considered the average cost of labor in this area.) So, I can't drive any further than twenty miles at a stretch. (Which means I can't go to Scotsville to get my laptop, or to take care of Greg's plants while he's gone, which I had planned on doing to surprise him.) I also need to pay my accompanist at the end of the week, so now I have managed to talk to my parents about needing a total sum of $600 this week alone.
Oh. Yeah. The one week where I absolutely need help and Greg is in South Carolina for work. Bah. And now his mom is in the hospital with heart problems.
I keep reminding myself that it could get feasibly get worse. At least my country is not in a massive civil war and my way of life is not completely torn apart. I would like to thank the kind influence of Scarlett O'Hara for showing me that my life could suck a whole lot worse now.
Yeah. That's right. I popped the hood and there was more smoke. Had Sam (Terry's brother and our technical director at MBC Theatre) look under the hood on Tuesday and we discovered that the radiator is busted. That's about three-hundred dollars right there. (He looked up how much the part costs, then considered the average cost of labor in this area.) So, I can't drive any further than twenty miles at a stretch. (Which means I can't go to Scotsville to get my laptop, or to take care of Greg's plants while he's gone, which I had planned on doing to surprise him.) I also need to pay my accompanist at the end of the week, so now I have managed to talk to my parents about needing a total sum of $600 this week alone.
Oh. Yeah. The one week where I absolutely need help and Greg is in South Carolina for work. Bah. And now his mom is in the hospital with heart problems.
I keep reminding myself that it could get feasibly get worse. At least my country is not in a massive civil war and my way of life is not completely torn apart. I would like to thank the kind influence of Scarlett O'Hara for showing me that my life could suck a whole lot worse now.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Of Illness
Mrr. I turn into a big baby when I have the flu and there's someone taking care of me. I went to Greg's on Saturday because we had an altercation and it needed resolved. I drove to his place at exactly the time he was driving to my place - we more than likely passed each other on the road, actually. He arrived back after eleven and by that point I was worried sick. I had done the calculations, allowing for travel and questioning Phipps about why I wasn't where I said I would be, and he was LATE. Anyway, I don't have cell reception in Scotsville, so I had no way of calling him to see where he was. (He had been frantically calling me, as had Phipps, because they didn't know where I was.)
He arrived, I was still frantic, he was frantic, and we essentially kissed and made up right there. (I hope every fight happens this way, minus the travel-time.) Anyway, I was well into flu-land by that point, so Greg bundled me up in blankets and hauled out his pharmacy of flu/cough/cold medicine while cooking me a nourishing omelette (it was nearly 1 am by this point). I slept fitfully all night, because I refused Nyquil. (That was a miscalculation.)
I spent all of Sunday in bed, because I was too dizzy to stand up without falling over (I tried) and did not go to church or rehearsal. Greg made me chicken noodle soup (with rice noodles, the way I like) and we spent all day watching "Weeds" and sleeping intermittently. (I slept a lot.) That night, I turned into the biggest whiniest baby in the world while Greg insisted on cough medicine and Nyquil. He persisted. They tasted icky. But I did sleep.
This week, I will be moving out of my apartment and into a different one. Thank God. That is all I shall say about that.
He arrived, I was still frantic, he was frantic, and we essentially kissed and made up right there. (I hope every fight happens this way, minus the travel-time.) Anyway, I was well into flu-land by that point, so Greg bundled me up in blankets and hauled out his pharmacy of flu/cough/cold medicine while cooking me a nourishing omelette (it was nearly 1 am by this point). I slept fitfully all night, because I refused Nyquil. (That was a miscalculation.)
I spent all of Sunday in bed, because I was too dizzy to stand up without falling over (I tried) and did not go to church or rehearsal. Greg made me chicken noodle soup (with rice noodles, the way I like) and we spent all day watching "Weeds" and sleeping intermittently. (I slept a lot.) That night, I turned into the biggest whiniest baby in the world while Greg insisted on cough medicine and Nyquil. He persisted. They tasted icky. But I did sleep.
This week, I will be moving out of my apartment and into a different one. Thank God. That is all I shall say about that.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Darlin' Eileen
Life kind of sucks. See, there's this thing where I tried my very best to be not at all involved in the musical. I did. I did my very best. And then they needed dressers for the (multiple!) quick-changes. So I said, "Okay. I'll help. But only if you don't have enough people by tech week." And they didn't. That was cool. I can be a dresser. That's nice and low-maintenance and I don't have to be there every single night because I'm doing it out of the goodness of my heart.
And then everybody started getting sick. The plague began to spread through the theatre and everyone fell to it - everyone IN the show, that is. Techies are fine. One of the girls is so ill that she went to the ER last night with a temperature of 103.0. She has a speaking/named role. One that sings, too. And then I, in a brief moment of insanity, said, "What can I do to help you, Dr. Fran." And she said, "If you could give me a new lease on life, a strong mezzo-soprano, the remedy to the common cold, and more techs than the show currently possesses, you would make my life that much easier."
And then I said, "I have a mezzo for you, ma'am." She said, "Who?" I said, "Me, ma'am."
It was at that very moment that I realized I had finally lost my mind.
Not only that, I get to learn how to swing dance. In three days. With my ex, who is in the show and is not yet over me, because of the simple fact that I am with someone else and no longer at all interested in him.
Yeah. This is going to go GREAT.
And then everybody started getting sick. The plague began to spread through the theatre and everyone fell to it - everyone IN the show, that is. Techies are fine. One of the girls is so ill that she went to the ER last night with a temperature of 103.0. She has a speaking/named role. One that sings, too. And then I, in a brief moment of insanity, said, "What can I do to help you, Dr. Fran." And she said, "If you could give me a new lease on life, a strong mezzo-soprano, the remedy to the common cold, and more techs than the show currently possesses, you would make my life that much easier."
And then I said, "I have a mezzo for you, ma'am." She said, "Who?" I said, "Me, ma'am."
It was at that very moment that I realized I had finally lost my mind.
Not only that, I get to learn how to swing dance. In three days. With my ex, who is in the show and is not yet over me, because of the simple fact that I am with someone else and no longer at all interested in him.
Yeah. This is going to go GREAT.
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