A start to my day

By start, I mean continuation?  I didn't sleep last night.  Since the clock stroke midnight I have updated my résumé and applied for two jobs, gotten dressed, walked to the grocery store and back, eaten breakfast, watched the second half of Hello, Dolly!, and written this blog post.


Oh, I also found this clip from a favorite movie of mine:




I'll sleep later.

Hopefully.

(Treguna Mekoides and Tracorum Satis Dee!)

Summer

It is hard to work during the summer. I am unmotivated to do anything that originates outside myself. So here I sit at Starbucks (yes, I have heard Starbucks is evil, but they have wifi now and don't care how long you hang around) with my black tea. I have work to do. I have a paper to finish. I've been working on it since early July, and it only has to be four pages. That's time management for you.

The reason I've been working on it so long is as follows: Whenever I sit down to work on it, something distracts me. Like the internet. (Perhaps wifi isn't such a good thing.) I started out looking at Pixar's website. Anyone know how to become a concept artist? Their website doesn't delve into that and they don't leave any e-mail adresses. After that dead end, I found myself looking for tea houses in the area. (This tea thing is becoming an obsession, and I'm not that fond of the tea they serve at Starbucks. Apparently there's a tea house on Alberta. There's also a paint-your-own-pottery place up there.) And now I'm blogging: Sending words out into the ether. At least I'm typing something.

I am Intern

So, I have this internship. I have the title of "Costumes Intern," but when it comes down to it, my job is to make order out of a stock room that looks like this:

This is not actually a picture of the stockroom. Rather, it is a random picture I found when I did a google search of "messy closet." (I found it here by the way. Do not worry, I'm not trying to poach other people's pictures of messy closets. Credit where credit is due!) The photo is nevertheless quite accurate. After hours of lifting heavy coats high above my head and slouching over pants to measure their waistlines, my shoulders hurt. I am a grumpy monkey.

Grumpy monkey found here.

This is what I want to do with my life:

When I was little, this show was on PBS. My parents made the genius decision to record it, so I've been enjoying it for years. The artistry is incredible, and I this is what I'm going to do this summer (when I'm not interning it up in the costume shop of a local theater.) Yep, me and stop-motion animation in my basement for weeks on end.

End of the Semester

Tech weekend is over. I spent 24 hours in the theater last weekend as we slowly worked out the wireless microphone bugs, figured out lighting cues, and organized the horde of students that volunteered to be on crew.

I counted up the hours I spent in rehearsal last week and they totaled over forty. That means I am working a full time job (and putting in overtime) in addition to being a full time student and working a part time job in the costume shop. Nevertheless, I got through the week relatively unscathed and not very behind, and I somehow think the week of dress rehearsals and performances is going to be a lot less stressful, even with finals right around the bend.

I want a weekend.

Leaving a building on campus, I found an ice cream sandwich on the ground. It was still in it's wax paper wrapper, and though it was raining, it looked clean. I knew where it had come from. It had come from the buffet lunch going on inside. It couldn't have been there for more than 15 minutes. I wanted to eat it.

So, I picked it up. It was still cold. It hadn't melted.

However, I didn't want the people sitting against the wall to know I was going to eat an ice cream sandwich I had found on the ground. I walked purposefully across the street to the trashcan a hundred feet away, pretended to drop it in, and went around the corner. Then I ate it.

It was delicious.

Oh, take me back, my darling!

I love black tea. Earl Grey, Irish Breakfast Tea, Chai. And when I drink my tea with milk and a spoonful of sugar, this is what I sip:

Recently, caffeine started giving me headaches. I went without for the last month and a half, but Thursday, I made a cup. And today I made another. And damn the consequences.

Yesterday, I was bouncing around my parents house singing nonsense words. Laughing, I said to my mother, "I wouldn't be surprised if I had ADHD."

"Oh, you do," she replied.

Well, that explains a lot.

Wow, Wednesday was boring...

In an effort to be a better and more interesting person, I have made this list:

1. Reading books is a wise use of my time. Looking at books on amazon.com is a poor use of my time. (But seriously, look how cheap these are!)
   
2. Doing homework is a wise use of my time. Complaining about homework is a poor use of my time.
   
3. Drawing, painting, sewing, creating anything is a wise use of my time. Staring vacantly at craft blogs is a poor use of my time.
4. Singing and playing guitar is a wise use of my time. Spending an hour trying to find the tabulature for "Make My Heart Fly" is a poor use of my time.
   
   
5. Being outside is a wise use of my time. Sitting in my room, bored as the dickens, is a poor use of my time.
   
6. Cleaning my room is a wise use of my time. Moving around piles of dirty clothes, books, papers, and receipts while attempting to find lost spoons is a poor use of my time.
   
7. Writing letters is a wise use of my time. Journaling is a wise use of my time. Blogging might be a wise use of my time. Practicing my signature is a poor use of my time.
   
8. Enjoying good TV (aka 30 Rock) is a wise use of my time. Surfing hulu in efforts to find anything watchable is a poor use of my time.
9. Going to the gym is a wise use of my time. Looking at the lint between my toes is a poor use of my time.
10. Making dinner is a wise use of my time. Sneaking into the kitchen to eat chocolate chips is a poor use of my time.
11. Watching bad movies with my friends is a wise use of my time. Watching bad movies by myself is a poor use of my time.
12. Spending time with friends is a wise use of my time. Spending time wondering what my friends are doing is a poor use of my time. Attempting to discover what my friends are doing via facebook is an extremely poor use of my time.

I suppose I should start putting this list into action, but I could also look at the lint between my toes...

In a perfect world, I would spend the day drinking obscene amounts of tea, reading Orlando, and cuddling. But this is not a perfect world.

Damn.