e_clare | Entries tagged with grumbles

AM SURROUNDED BY PRE-TEENS - COFFEE SHOP SWARMED AT PRECISELY 3:09 PM. ALL GIRLS CLAD IN UGGS - WHY GOD WHY? AND THERE ARE LEGGINGS - FEEL SO OLD.

EVERY OTHER KID ALSO HAS CELL PHONE. KIDS THESE DAYS I TELLS YA.

SRSLY GUYS, THEY JUST KEEP COMING. THERE HAVE BEEN 40 AT LEAST, JAMMING INTO A SPACE THE SIZE OF STAUF'S RETAIL SECTION.

pls send help. there's a lot of high-pitched giggling going on here.

It's good to know that even at this point, I'm still able to fangirl my thesis subjects. (Apologies -- I may have posted part of this speech last spring, during finals.)

"Oh - Bosie! I have to go back to him, you know. Robbie will be furious but it can't be helped. The betrayal of one's friends is a bagatelle in the stakes of love, but the betrayal of oneself is lifelong regret. Bosie is what became of me. He is spoiled, vindictive, utterly selfish and not very talented, but these are merely the facts. The truth is he was Hyacinth when Apollo loved him, he is ivory and gold, from his red rose-leaf lips comes music that fills me with joy, he is the only one who understands me.... We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love discovered itself." -- Oscar Wilde, The Invention of Love (94-5).

Why is this play so amazing? Unfortunately, I still can't articulate exactly what makes it all so wonderful. This is problematic, as I'm trying to finish a chapter for tonight. Right-o.

(While I'm here: Aaaaaaagggghh tour groups. How the f*ck are we supposed to be able to work in the bloody library on a Sunday if there are tour groups walking through literally EVERY TWO MINUTES?! Not that I'm not happy to know that there is a student::computer ratio of 4 to 1; and 70/30 PC to Mac; and that the couches in the IC were kept because students especially requested they be saved during remodeling as they are the comfiest sofas on campus -- which is true. I have to move. Otherwise, like Barbara Bush in that one episode of The Simpsons, I'll have to start giving the goddamn tour speech every time people stop at my table.)

EDIT: Okay, we're down to less than a minute between groups. I give up. My death glares are going to start driving the prospies away.

EDITED AGAIN: Wow. That cup of coffee I had for breakfast made me really hostile. Note to self: consider switching to tea?

Giant tour group in the info commons...bemahone, I ♥ you, but I didn't really need to hear the entire roster of famous MHC alumnae. At the top of your voice. Again.

(It's a group of about 25 parents and prospies moving en masse through the library. We've reached that time of the year...and it'll be like this through the end of the month, i.e. my peak time in the library. A thesis-crazed senior could really scare some prospies...must look into this. mwahahaha!)

The good: The weekend was awesome. Actually, just Saturday night was awesome -- but it overshadowed everything else. Saturday was pretty much my only weekend. ...this is not actually so good. Er.

The bad: I did a lot of work. But not on my thesis. The English Dept. newsletter (issue 2!) is done and at the printer's. I'd rather not think about how much time I spent on it. Friday afternoon (12:30-6:30) and Saturday morning (9:30-2) were spent in the theater, playing stage manager to cover for Kristy. That was time well spent for some people...and I did manage to apply for a job on Friday...but Saturday was a bust, work-wise. When you have to record blocking, you can't really do anything else productive. And then you are brain dead and can't do anything but go home and watch Fight Club and ER (old-school ER with angsty!Doug Ross and woobie MedStudent!Carter, and damn did I use to love that show).

Sunday, I was back in the library from 1-6, showed a film in Blanchard from 7-9, and went back to the library until 10:30 (with a short visit to

sadai for much-needed giggling about boys).

I understand now why I don't feel rested. And my thesis is badness. So I'm going to try to go make it better now.

And it's raining. argh.

I'm on a bit of a dancing kick at the moment. No explanation for that, sorry.

This weekend, I realized that I really need to get my shit together. Not just in a "gee, haven't written for my thesis in a month" sense -- it's more of a truly serious "what will I do after May 28th?" thing. What brought it on? The alum networking event on Saturday night had a lot to do with it, but it's mostly just the fact that the semester is finally starting and the idea of finishing is slowly sinking in. What the hell do I do next? Forget next; I have to figure out how I'm getting through the next four months: will the thesis continue? How will I put out another English newsletter without dying? What classes am I taking -- is it worth it to take the journalism course, or should I stick with Documentary Film, which I know I'll enjoy but is potentially less useful?

Hopefully part of the issue will be resolved today, when I go to Writing About the Arts. If I fall asleep, it's out. Good plan, yes?

Also, everyone in the house kissed someone over break. Except me. And damn am I envious. I can't even blame the usual &#@* women's college sitaution because clearly...So of course this is what I need to be brooding about, instead of my future. asadfkjklargh.

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGH, SNOW!

I wasn't ready for it to be winter after all. Now I have to schlep three tons of books to the library and I'm very, very bitter.

Happily, my terribly seasonal icon continues to bring me great joy. :)

Current Mood: gah

I've been pretty stressed out lately. Theoretically, with the papers finished, it should get better. But final paper planning is just around the corner, and it looks like academics aren't my only issue. Feh.

Anyway, I spent the afternoon cheering myself up by man-walling. In my carrel (which I share with the lovely

sadai, because she was dedicated enough to get up on a Sunday morning and I was not). Fun! Or something.

I'm debating whether to go to this CDC networking hoo-ha with an alum who works in publishing. The things starts in...15 minutes, and I haven't had dinner, but it might be helpful? Dinner might be more helpful, considering the 100-odd pages of Ulysses I need to read for tomorrow.

Current Mood: rarrrr

awww...Google celebrates International Women's Day. Yay!

*&$%# dorm printer, with the malfunctioning manual feed tray. I could have printed out my resume and cover letter SO EASILY if you'd been working. Instead, I had to play guess-and-check with the main tray, and that does not work well at 2 AM.

Also: why are there so goddamn many people in the computer lab on a Monday night? And why hasn't LITS fixed and returned the dead PC already? If I hadn't been keeping somebody from her paper, I'd have been fine to fiddle with the printer until I got it right. Grrr...now I have to really get up wicked early, to print out said papers and make it to the post office before my 8:50 bus.

And on that note...back to the paper revisions I go. I keep trying to remind myself that I'd much rather do this now than Wednesday night.

[pep talk] Just finish the draft, get your outline talking points down on the page, and you can go to bed. You'll thank yourself later. And the TWoP slayer coffee mug is clean, so you can be the cool kid on the bus with your java (I'm gonna need a fuckin' thermos -- that mug won't get me through class, I'm sure). Just remember: it's not as bad as your midterms last year. This is a damn cakewalk compared to that. Cheers! [/pep talk]
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Current Mood: flagging spirits

Curses! I missed my bus by two minutes, max. Now I'm stuck at Smith for another hour.

At least there's a huge crazy concert going on in the campus center to keep me distracted from my homework.
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1. DOOR TO MY ROOM @ 2 AM: *click*
ME (OUTSIDE THE DOOR @ 2 AM): Wait, where are my keys...?

2. LIGHTING/SOUND DESIGNER/TECHNICIAN: Hey, I'm retiring at the end of the month!
THEATRE DEPT.: Yeah, and we're not replacing you, either.

3. PINCH-HITTING ACTOR: I know I said I could, but it turns out I can't. I'm just so busy right now.

4. ANYONE: There's no room in the budget for that.

5. TECH SUPPORT: I hope you've got your files backed up, 'cause you're going to need to reinstall Windows.
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Current Mood: crabby

Know what's really fun? Not being able to access my MHC e-mail on the day I'm coming back to school, just to see if a last-minute ride came through. Brilliant.

Valley Transporter, here I come...first stopping at Smith and Amherst. (If you need me before about 4 this afternoon, I'll be the one in the corner, beating my head against a wall.)
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Current Mood: grr argh

(you knew it was coming, eventually.)

I'll try to keep this short but eloquent. And maybe even go for funny, although I might be too mad about it.

After many, many seasons (what are they up to now -- 12?) of The Real World, we're all highly aware of what happens when you stick seven (or nine) people between the ages of 18 and 22 in a house for a semester: people get pissed off.

People also get pissed, which leads to their housemates becoming pissed off.

( in which people are loud, and dishes are dirty )

The last straw was this morning: I came downstairs to discover that someone decided it would be reeeeally funny to turn all of the furniture in the dining room upside-down. And there were still dishes in the sink. The good news is that Murph was already awake, and had set some of the chairs upright before I came in. I had some warning, which was a bonus -- otherwise, I would have needed to storm up the stairs and punch somebody in the face. As it was, I got out some of my anger by moving the comfy chairs back, and aggressively wiping down the table. And now, post-rant, I feel even better.

We will be having a small family meeting about this, however. Considering that we're getting into paper-writing mode again, this will emphatically not happen next weekend.

PS. Look! I found a political Python icon that I stashed months ago in my Photobucket account. I like.

In other news, I'm wearing my tan sneakers with black trousers, and feel very English today.

So, it's been awhile. Right then.

There are things going on outside of drinking. I promise. :) Class theatre trips to Stratford and Bristol, for example. Lovely.

There're also all kinds of other emotional turmoil-type things...but I can't go into that now because of the fucking small computer lab and the rude people who stare over your shoulder until you feel so uncomfortable you have to hide whatever you're doing and get up and leave.

Not bitter at all. Nope.

Current Mood: fatigued

me: "oh, i'll stay over tuesday night and get to watch The Amazing Race with dad for the first time in a couple years."

local CBS affiliates: "YANKEE BASEBALL ROX! ('til 11 pm EST)"

the entire family: *woe*

Current Mood: grrrrr...

Since coming home, I've turned into the biggest ditz ever. Latest evidence: locking my keys in my car at Jackie's cookout this afternoon...and not discovering it until 6 hours later, when it was pouring rain and I had offered rides home to four people. God bless Triple A.

I also kind of forgot about forms (due back at MHC on June 1st) until the end of last week, and didn't try to do anything about them until Sunday. And today I need to call ASE to remind them that, sorry, one unemployed parent and a sluggish finaid office do not make for timely tuition payments--and why the hell do you need all my money two months in advance anyway?

Anyone who ever knew me as a stage manager would be deeply confused right now. Why is it so hard to be on top of things anymore?

Current Mood: aggravated

What is it about this spring, anyway? What's with all the changing teams (or contemplation thereof), hooking up, and everbody except straight guys hitting on me?

(That's mostly a rhetorical question, although I'm all ears if anyone actually wants to offer a reason for any/ all of the above.)

Brel is almost over. Finals are almost here. It's almost tomorrow, at which time I will have an Italian lit presentation that I'm totally not prepared for--thus, I must be going and the update on the show and last weekend and my wonderful parents will have to wait.

Curse you, internet. Why are you ever so much more interesting than my finals projects?

Current Mood: tired

Brel tech started last night, and I have to agree with

krikkit911 that it was possibly the smoothest first tech EVER. I mean, aside from some issues with the music director and his assistant. I feel kind of bad for the AMD for two reasons: she clearly didn't know what she was getting into when she signed on for this in October (not that any of us did, really); on top of which, she's emphatically not a theatre person. BUTbutbut she's had four months to become "a theatre person," and while she hasn't been perfect, and has been frequently annoying...she did a good job. She needs to accept that, and move on, and stop talking about getting the MD fired for "ruining" her spring semester.

I could turn this into a more substantial rant, but have to run to rehearsal. Props to the cast, crew and band who all did an awesome job last night and put up with pauses/changes/problems.

Why is it apparently physically impossible for me to stay awake in my 1:15 classes? Last semester, I could blame the subject matter (everyone I know has been subject to the Light, the Universe and Everything rant before, I'm sure), but this semester? Mon/Weds, it's Italian Lit. And okay, Dante's not always that thrilling. But then Tues/Thurs, it's American Women Writers. Good books. Good material. Interesting period of history. Yet I can't stay awake! WHYYYYYY?

I feel better now. But geez...it just sucks. I feel like the worst slacker student ever, especially because Italian's so small.

Suggestions? Coffee at lunch doesn't seem to cut it. It just makes me nod off about a half hour later than usual.