Tuesday, March 30, 2010
i'm a big girl now.
at noon, i will be going to the last first spring quarter class of my undergraduate career. it doesn't seem real. i guess i always thought i would be in school. true, i plan to go to grad school some day which will turn the whole "last first day" thing on its head but, until then, this is the final countdown.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
la la la la la.
this is my stop.
got to get off.
i may go pop.
excuse me.
excuse me.
i've got to be direct, (la, la, la)
if I'm wrong please correct, (la, la, la)
you're standing on my neck.
oh daria, i wish you were still on tv. oh, by the way, daria ended in 2002.
...
that is eight years ago.
got to get off.
i may go pop.
excuse me.
excuse me.
i've got to be direct, (la, la, la)
if I'm wrong please correct, (la, la, la)
you're standing on my neck.
oh daria, i wish you were still on tv. oh, by the way, daria ended in 2002.
...
that is eight years ago.
Monday, March 22, 2010
dentist
if one more person asks me if i want to teach with degrees in theatre and english i might just scream at them. both the dentist and the hygienist asked that today. and when i told them i didn't want to teach both of them said (something close to) "hm. good luck with that."
okay...
go back to cleaning your teeth now.
i suppose i should be more confident when i answer because i know what field i want to be working in (theatre in case that is unclear, not plaque.)
it's time to go back to bellingham. the sighs are much less audible there.
okay...
go back to cleaning your teeth now.
i suppose i should be more confident when i answer because i know what field i want to be working in (theatre in case that is unclear, not plaque.)
it's time to go back to bellingham. the sighs are much less audible there.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
a spring break of sorts
i'm in cheney for this part of spring break, the first part. i'll return to bellingham on tuesday, to find myself back at work on wednesday morning at 8am. i haven't spent any part of spring break in cheney for years and it seems different somehow. something is different about the air in the house. the feeling is not the same as it is when i come home for the holidays. maybe it is because there is nothing particularly special about this visit. there is no holiday to aspire to. i'm just here for a couple of days in march to relax (that should probably be in quotes) and then to head back and make myself some money before the reality of my final spring quarter begins. well, final quarter at least until grad school.
i have to petition for financial aid for my last quarter of school. i somehow wish i could win tuition at a casino, or win the lottery, or have everything fall into my lap. i realize that is, well, unrealistic. i'd rather not add loans onto of the loans i already have but i do have to graduate. i will it so.
i am about to be a real adult...i guess. or something like it.
geez, scary.
i have to petition for financial aid for my last quarter of school. i somehow wish i could win tuition at a casino, or win the lottery, or have everything fall into my lap. i realize that is, well, unrealistic. i'd rather not add loans onto of the loans i already have but i do have to graduate. i will it so.
i am about to be a real adult...i guess. or something like it.
geez, scary.