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January 31st, 2009
07:40 pm
I don't know what to do with myself!!!
Gah. This is so lame. Dan (guy I used to get coffee with now and again) keeps IM'ing me and texting me and I refuse to answer, because I'm not interested in him. I think Mohammed wants to ask me out, judging by how he was asking about my plans for the weekend (he hasn't, but I'm afraid of it happening). Conor wants to start hooking up again and I desperately want to, but I know it's a horrible idea so I keep saying no. I jokingly propositioned Bolz last night when he told me his mom "picked me out" for him, and I think there's a very good chance of us hooking up in the near future, but Genevieve would die and Conor would either lose respect for me or feel offended. I feel so antsy right now I might just jump a stranger (even though I'm not into that), but I refuse to take advantage of the opportunities presenting themselves. What is wrong with me? I need to make mistakes, that's what college is for, plus I'm graduating in four months! What should I do??
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December 31st, 2008
09:54 am
Wow. What a year. I spent last New Years with Josh, Krista and Brendan running away from Josh's parents after playing flip cup in his backyard. Then I came back to school for the Frog Prince in which I had a leading role, and started my internship with MCT. I started regularly hooking up with my friend Conor. I wrote a stagecraft skit that impressed a lot of people, prompting me to take playwriting this year. I spent spring break in Florida and used a fake ID. I threw an awesome MUPSfest. I dated a friend, slept with him, and broke it off. I was offered a job at MCT. We cleaned up Straz and I directed another show. I turned 21 and was visited by Danielle. I applied for graduation. I lost my first grandparent. I had my wallet stolen. Danielle moved in. I learned to make coffee. I performed in my last sketch show. I ran a strike. So many exciting things. I feel so old and mature, yet completely naive. Hm.
2009 brings graduation, a job search, hopefully a new job and a move to a new city. I can't wait!
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December 30th, 2008
08:59 pm - resolutions
1. Develop a hobby or interest.
I like a lot of things and know a little about a lot... but I don't have one big passion or hobby besides theatre, which is becoming my profession. I need something to put in resumes and applications that ask me what I am interested in besides online puzzle games, Jon & Kate Plus 8 and cocktails.
2. Improve time management & spend free time wisely.
To be more specific, instead of sitting like I am now with Funniest Home Videos on, put on a movie I've never seen or watch a tv show I've always been interested in. Instead of reading lame online surveys, work on getting through that novel. Etc.
2a. In general, spend less time on the computer.
3. Keep up with current events. Take time to learn the names of cabinet members and hotshot congressmen so I can avoid sounding like an airhead. I think I'll start with making CNN a daily website visit.
4. Exercise when compelled to.
I know I will never be a big exerciser. However, I often think "wow, I really want to exercise right now" but don't. I need to get over myself and just DO it. Danielle and Mary want to join in, which should help.
5. Drink responsibly.
Stop mixing and stop over-drinking. The all-day hangovers need to stop.
This may change, but I think it's doable.
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December 21st, 2008
10:40 am - Looking back on last year's resolutions
a) Listen to more music. Become more knowledgeable in the area of music.
-I did pretty well in this area. I discovered a new artist that I really really like named Nellie McKay, and I'm obsessed with the two albums of hers I downloaded. I went to the Aimee Mann concert and loved it, and since have bought her newest album and listen to it quite a bit. I've also taken up the habit of looking up artists on MySpace when I hear friends talk about them, so that if they were to ask I can say that I do or don't like their sound, even if I don't know everything about them. I also finally gave in and downloaded LimeWire so I can be more adventurous. I'm still not a music person- I prefer visual stimulation- but I'm doing a lot better in appreciating it.
b) Moderate my eating habits. Don't feel the need to always finish what I have and eat what I can.
-Eh... occasionally I follow through with this, but not usually. It's so hard to stop when I've cooked it myself... or not cooked it myself...
c) Drink more water and less juice.
-Yeah, did pretty well until I started with my meal plan again this year. I filled my soda cups with soda or iced tea. Not good- I miss being soda free. I drink more water at home, though.
d) Raise my self-esteem levels.
-This one I did well on. I've accepted the fact that I look the way I do and act the way I do. I still have low social trust- meaning I like myself but assume others won't- but I'm working on that too. Still, I like myself and am comfortable with where I'm going in life, so a point here.
e) Floss at least twice a week.
-I started well! I did! But since then it's gone down to about once every few weeks. At least I brush like a maniac.
So really, I only completed two of them. The others I made progress on, though, and that's really what resolutions are about in my book. I'll give myself a few days to think about what this year's plan will be. Stay tuned.
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November 12th, 2008
10:12 am - i apologize for all the bad language
Aaauuuuggghhhh mother fucker.
I just went to authorize my new cards and when I got to my Mission Federal Card, which actually never got canceled, just expired while in custody, I noticed there was a $140 gas charge in Shorewood where the lady was caught. When I checked the statement on Halloween when it was stolen, nothing showed up, so I assumed that because they had the card in their possession, they never used it. Well, don't you know it, the charge showed up 3 days later, but I never bothered to check it again because hello, it was at the police station. So I just had to call and file ANOTHER fraud report and sent the info to my public safety helper Sue and Officer Walton at Shorewood.
Plus, I just went to check my credit report again, but mother fucker, because I put a security freeze on the number I have to do it by mail. How am I supposed to closely monitor the use of my SS# if I have to do everything by mail?! Stupid rules.
And I found out yesterday that it's all because of a man, either a pimp, dealer or both, who has been using his women to steal from college girls around the area for at least 3 years now (he was caught at MU 3 years ago but they couldn't convict him). They're sure it's the same guy, but they can never prove it because the girls won't name him. That just makes me sick. They are still partially at fault, but good God, they are being used as tools to provide this fucking asshole with whatever he so desires in exchange for drugs or food or something. I'm probably going to testify in a few months, and I really want to do everything I can to get this cock-sucker behind bars.
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November 10th, 2008
08:22 pm
Hey there. Sorry for the long absence. I went livejournaling through the past this morning, and it totally weirded me out. Oh, the past.
I went looking for posts about our past sketch shows because I am really freaked out and nervous about this one and I needed to remind myself that I always get really nervous and it always turns out just fine.
I think it's this whole capstone thing. Conor has told me since sophomore year that he was going to write me a part in his capstone, but now, three-four versions later, I'm not in it. I think it's just because he has since found women with more comedic talent (and he needs me to do costumes), but it kills me inside to think I failed to stay on the radar. I'm extremely thankful to be in his last college sketch show, but now more than ever I feel like I'm only in it because I always have been and I've "earned" my place. Not very comforting when your experience is far inferior to everyone else around you, including those not in the cast. I'm also concerned about the show itself- it is a great script, a really solid show, but it's about depression and suicide, and I really don't know how well it's going to go over. I know Conor and the boys say they don't care about whether people appreciate their humor, but I know they will be crushed if people react negatively to their last show. Of course, Conor can make up for it with his capstone... well, good for him, but what about the rest of us? I live for these shows. I want to go out on a positive note.
Sorry, I had beer for dinner, this is all incredibly negative. I was in such a good mood this morning- Conor and I were gonna get together to work on a sketch that just the two of us are in, so I figured we would get to actually spend some time together which we haven't done for about two weeks, save running into him at the movies Saturday, which was really nice. But not only are we rehearsing the half hour before rehearsal in the theatre, his title got in trouble with the Office of Student Development for being offensive, so he is in an incredibly bad mood. Which means everyone will be pissy tonight, which will in turn piss me off. Thus, the need to drink immediately upon getting off work. It's just been such a long few weeks.
I didn't even write about my amazing life lately. My wallet got stolen on Halloween- including, of course, my social security card which was still hidden under my license from when I signed my new employment papers a couple months ago. I have gotten almost everything refunded, my SS# is on fraud alert and they caught the woman who stole it, so I'm not worried, but it still sucked balls. A few days later I learned that my grandma passed away. We knew she'd go soon- over the summer we learned she had lung cancer and the night of the show I directed she had a brain aneurism. Of course, we thought she'd make it at least a few more months... I even bought her a get well card. I just never got the chance to send it. I still have it in my drawer. "Nothing would make me happier than hearing you're well again." I guess I'll have to keep it in her honor and memory. I can't go home for her funeral because it's this Saturday and the sketch show is on Sunday, and I can't risk getting delayed and not making it back in time. I just have such trouble getting in touch with my emotions, particularly with my family, that it's incredibly difficult dealing with this here. I got really drunk on Friday and ended up crying to Danielle about it in the kitchen at one in the morning... that helped a lot, but it's still hanging over me like a big dark cloud that won't rain away. I guess that's the way it works... I wouldn't know. It's rough, and we weren't even close. Maybe it's that fact that makes me feel so guilty.
Anyway. I was feeling a lot better until for some reason I snapped at work today once Conor came in all upset and I was reminded of how stressed and worried and just plain upset I am. Fantastic. My favorite entry that I found was about him and how he was the one person here I really felt close to, and then I found this facebook message exchange from freshman year with him saying that he was bummed we hadn't gotten to hang out since we first met, and how he looked forward to hanging out more. God, I miss hanging out with him. I wonder what would happen if I just told him that. I would give everything else up if it meant we could be good friends again.
Current Music: In the Heights (you should listen to it, I'm an addict)
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September 30th, 2008
06:45 pm
So for some reason Danielle just came home and really freaked me out.
She said that she had a mini freak-out in class because she has so much to work on and went to the Brew afterward with Rachel & Jenni to figure it out and they decided it was the economy- the fear of not being able to find a real job, not being able to pay off credit card debts, not being able to work their part-time jobs while they continue acting and working on shows and taking classes as we do.
And now I'm sitting here thinking... why aren't I worried like that? Maybe because I don't watch the news and don't know every detail about the economy. But I think it's because I'm spoiled and know that my parents work hard to pay my rent and tuition while I focus on school (though I have a decent amount of loans to pay eventually), and it makes me feel bad. But I'm not the only one with that privilege. I save my money and use my credit card minimally. I eat cheap food and wear cheap clothes and I know that I will probably live in a cheap apartment with cheap furniture. But I'm okay with that. I have a lot of faith in my ability to find a job once I graduate. I have been told by a lot of professionals that I will be able to do what I want to do (and I am fine with the fact that I won't be earning much). I'm not scared. Is that weird?
I feel bad, but now I just want to hang out with Conor, because I know he doesn't give a shit about things like that and we can talk about the present. I'm super glad we're hanging out again, I missed that reliable cynicism.
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September 5th, 2008
10:02 am - symbolism up the kick ass
The crib broke last night.
Conor came over after meeting me and some people at Caffrey's and we just talked for a while, mostly about him and his troubles, and ended up talking about us again and how I should be able to make the casual thing work. We didn't really come to any conclusions, but we started making out, and after a while I stopped him. I said you know, I need to be done. I don't know what'll happen in a month, but I need time to myself. I spend WAY too much time thinking about him, and I have more important things to focus on. So I need him to back off so I can have my life back.
He said he was proud of me as he walked out the door. :)
I came back upstairs, and as I pulled back the blanket, I noticed that the crib had literally come apart.
I texted it to Conor (thought he should know his creation had died), and as I came back from the bathroom to check whether he'd texted back, I noticed it was 2:56 am. So of course I called Vinnie. He was proud of me too.
I feel so free and awesome right now. I'm a senior. This is MY year.
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September 3rd, 2008
09:59 pm - kover in show business
Just an update while I put off my English readings.
I'm directing the first MUPS show again. We're doing Anton in Show Business, which is this great all-female satire on American theatre. I had auditions last night and I have an AWESOME cast. 7 really funny, enthusiastic ladies who are going to be my life for the next month. We even have a design team!
We may also be teaming up with Empowerment, the campus gender equality group, for cross promotions (since females play men AND women, it's a statement on the lack of female roles in theatre), as well as hopefully a production of the Vagina Monologues. I'm no feminist (I like chivalry), but I love the idea of standing up for women's rights through theatre. Making a difference through art is what we're all about!
Meanwhile I've been hired for the semester at Chamber Theatre to work in group sales, aka Audience Development, which I'll be starting next week. I've already been paid in a retainer fee, but I'm thrilled to be doing real work with the people and passion I've come to love so much.
What else? Danielle has lived here about a month now, and I LOVE having her here. I feel like I finally live here, as opposed to before, when I just felt like a guest in someone else's apartment. I don't think Forest likes my newfound freedom (I'm messier), but I really don't care. It's my place, too, and I love this feeling.
Conor is still around. It's really too confusing to go into. We're still together, but not officially. I guess. Whatever. We discussed it last weekend, but we were both so trashed, neither of us remember what we said. We really need to stop doing that.
I'm also taking directing class, and Deb just approved me to direct a scene from a play by Lee Blessing (amazing playwright, look him up) about a serial killer. It's awesome. Very dark and gritty, very not typical me. I'm so stoked.
Okay, I should get back to my reading. I think I hear Danielle downstairs... which means we can catch up on Secret Life of the American Teenager!! Best horrible show EVER.
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August 1st, 2008
06:34 pm
Oh man, I am having the worst PMS attack I've had in a looong time. Feelings of loathing and insecurity for absolutely no reason whatsoever. AAAhhhh.. sometimes I hate being a female.
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July 28th, 2008
12:39 am
Okay, so... that did not go at ALL how I had planned. But I think I'm happier this way.
Basically we are going to "take a break," which I've never really done so I don't know how it works, but we're doing it anyway. I think it will consist of us taking time apart without any worry of one another; not necessarily talking, but not being afraid to talk if we so desire. I suppose the break gives us the freedom of seeing other people, but I don't think either of us actually want that.
Over this time I will work on being more assertive and speaking my mind, and he will work on being more polite and appreciative. Obviously I have opinions and he does care (thank goodness...), we just need to show it.
And then whatever happens, happens.
We talked for a solid three hours, and it was the best conversation we've had since the hotel. I feel good about this. Hopefully it was the right way to go about it.
By the way. Conor, if you're reading this, I did make my break-up entry private. But feel free to scroll down a few pages to read references to past hook-ups. None of them are incredibly detailed, but I believe I called a couple of them "amazing." After you've satisfied your curiosity, get out of my livejournal. Thanks!
Current Mood: relieved
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July 9th, 2008
08:41 am
I should be getting ready for work, but eh.
Conor is gone for a week and a half finding himself again in Cape Cod, so I have some to time to get work done. SO much to do!
I need to do the Milwaukee Childrens Choir facebook and find out about their blogging plans, begin some sort of creative and awesome online marketing plan for Chamber, clean up Straz Theatre, set up a meeting to organize the renovation of the stage, read plays for directing class, apply for fall internships, and memorize my lines for the one-act show.
For fun, I need to find time to see Tracy Letts' new show down at Steppenwolf, see Conor and Trevor's show in Chicago, go to Six Flags, and maybe go camping.
But I'll start with tonight's Brewers game, tomorrow's Jazz in the Park and cheap martini night downtown, Friday's mexican night with the roomies, Saturday's seeing Amelia's show, Sunday's lunch with Genevieve and SB...
I'm never going to get everything done!!
Okay, I really need to get dressed for work. Daaa!
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June 29th, 2008
10:22 pm - follow-up
We talked online about it all, and I feel better.
She was just a friend, which I had figured, and he apologized because he knew it looked weird. He said he didn't really enjoy himself either, which I always appreciate hearing.
The problem really is him. He's too depressed right now, and feels bad being a buzzkill in my life. He still wants to see me, but we were starting to get so serious, and he didn't want to ruin all the fun with his internal struggles.
And once again, he apologized saying I didn't deserve to deal with him, because I am so compromising and optimistic. Basically what I hear from every guy. I need to start being more of the bitch that I am inside.
But again, it really wasn't about me, except for him feeling even worse every time I tried to help him look on the bright side. He promised that we'll discuss it more on Tuesday when he gets back from Chicago.
I know I can't help him, and it'll make him feel worse if I try. But I can listen, and I can be there. I really like him. He's so important to me. I'm going to wait for him to come around. I finally know what I want.
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08:28 pm - boy, will this be a good one
This has been quite the interesting weekend.
Let's start with last weekend, shall we?
Jackie was out of town and Forest was still at home, so Mary and I threw a party. There were only about ten of us here, but we all had fun and drank a lot. As in, a lot more than intended. I ended up going upstairs with Conor for a reason I don't remember, and all I remember after that was that suddenly I started crying, and then about an hour later I was STILL bawling into his chest. He kept hugging me and comforting me though, and then in the morning he just held me and said he didn't mind, it had been interesting. I figured I had just been crying about my social issues with my friends, so it was just a little embarrassing. He left and that was it.
On Tuesday Jenni and I went down to Chicago to celebrate Pat's 21st and to see Genevieve for an evening. Everything was cool, we met Conor and his best friends Trevor at the bar, we all had a little too much beer, whatever. Decent evening.
WELL. Let's see. Thursday night I went to the lake to watch fireworks with Jenni and Danielle, and I texted Conor to see whether he'd have time to hang out at all this weekend. He said we'd see, because he had a lot of writing to do. I assumed he would, so that was that.
Friday night! Yeah. He texted to see what the plan was, and I said I was just staying in, but he should let me know if wanted to hang out. He texted me later in the night saying he was a bit drunk and needed to get out of the house, so I told him to come over.
Turns out he was quite drunk. He came in and started ranting about how unhappy he is right now. "There is nothing in Milwaukee. The only good things about being here are writing and working out." Nice, right? He always knows how to flatter me. Many more complaints were made, I don't feel like typing them all again... but basically all of them made me feel like shit, despite the fact that he kept telling me not to take it personally. But when he says no one around here likes talking to him, when I am obviously talking to him, how am I supposed to feel?
Anyway, here's the fun part. We started talking about last weekend and my outburst, and he asked how much I remembered about what we said. I told him nothing, and he got quiet, and informed me that the reason I started crying was that he told me he wanted to go back to just being friends with benefits. BAM.
Yeah, I had been half-single for a WEEK without knowing it. I am officially done with heavy drinking.
He said he just can't handle being someone's number one; he needs to be a "side option." It completely contradicts our whole conversation about how no one wants to talk to him more than anyone else, and I really want to bring that up, but who knows if I'll be brave enough.
So I was unaware of where we stood because he was not in a state to discuss it fully, but he kissed me goodbye and said that maybe he'd sleep over Saturday, so I figured we were just together, but unofficially, like we were in, oh, April.
This is the petty part of the entry where I become paranoid and accusatory, so forgive me.
Jenni and I went to dinner Saturday downtown to discuss things, and as we were walking back, who do we see headed towards us? Conor and a girl. His friend he just met last week. Nicole, spelled Nichole. I'm sure she's great, but the previous night in his drunked state, he had mentioned her as being one of the only people in Milwaukee he likes talking to (I didn't make the list). So with us freshly in a state of ambiguous shambles, how am I supposed to feel about him walking around with a girl he obviously enjoys?
He crossed the street to say hi to us, introduced us to her, and said they were going to meet Pat and Liz and Eleni down by the lake. I don't remember why, I was blacking out in shock by this point. He told me to call him later in the night to tell him my plans.
I didn't. Am I wrong? I was super annoyed. Not really angry, I don't have the right to be angry, but I am extremely bothered by the fact that I was freaking out over this brand new news of my disassembled love life, and he was spending the afternoon out and about with another girl. He and I haven't even hung out downtown besides the concert he took me to, but I was only invited because Rachel was out of town. Dude.
So I haven't contacted him, and he hasn't contacted me. I desperately want to talk to him about this, NEED to, but I really think I need to let him contact me. Right..?
I just can't get that image out of my head. I'm afraid to walk around campus, or the city, because I feel like I'll see him with someone else that he prefers over me, his hot side option. I don't even know if I want to fix this, I just know I want to talk about it honestly, sober, with him. I need to know what's going on. I don't deserve to be jerked around like this.
Fuck, he just signed onto AIM. Wish me luck.
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May 20th, 2008
11:29 pm
I love being home, but I can not WAIT for this weekend. Danielle is flying out, Genevieve is coming up from Chicago, and almost all of my friends are going to be around for the BEST birthday ever!! No more watching the gang head out to the bars without me, no sir!
Dude. This birthday weekend is going to ROCK.
I wish Conor could be there, though, that would make everything ten times cooler. Ah well. Did I mention we're dating now? We're dating now. Tadaa!
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/moonsis/stars/purple/hyper_sp.gif) eeeeee!!
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May 13th, 2008
06:01 pm
I'm sitting here trying to pack for my week at home, but I really do not have any interest in doing so. I'm not really looking forward to it at all. It'll be nice to see the fam, the friends, the dogs, get some new clothes, my new phone, but really, I'd rather stay here and not worry about flying and packing and whatnot. I'm over it.
Anyway, tonight is the big May birthday celebration for Amelia, Bethany, Bonnie and I. We're having homemade gnocchi with vodka sauce, salad, wine, and ice-cream for dessert. I'm sooo excited, mmm. Never mind that tomorrow is Jackie's birthday, too... she's been a real pain in the butt lately, so I'm not spending the day with her. Plus I get to miss tomorrow since I'll be flying. Woo!
If my shuttle picks me up at 3:55 am, is there really any point in going to sleep? Maybe not. LAME.
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May 10th, 2008
11:08 pm - Mr. Big
I've been wanting to write this for a while now, so I went for it. I didn't bother to edit, though, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.
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It's odd. Every girl has her dream guy, the one who will whisk her away from the toils of female life, the only man who will ever hold a candle to her father. Every generation seems to have a name for him- the knight in shining armor, the "one", Mr. Right. But in our generation, women no longer search for Mr. Right. We want our Mr. Big.
I spend a lot of time wondering whether I've encountered my Mr. Big, without realizing how monumental he will become. It is a far more modern outlook on the so-called Perfect Man- instead, he is the Perfect Opponent.
There was a reason Barbie broke up with Ken. Mr. Right is outdated. Not even a plastic bombshell with intelligence and a convertible expected to find a man who fit into the hole of her puzzle. Even if the piece was the right shape, there had to be something wrong with the design work. Or if it seemed like it was made to fit, it would be missing a chunk from years of being tried by another puzzler. Yes, even metaphors have baggage.
Just when modern woman was starting to realize that the sensitive yet strong, understanding yet manly, intelligent yet humble man was not likely to come along while her eggs were still fertile and boobs were still standing tall, she found the new model.
Mr. Big was created for Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City, but was adopted by women all over the world as their symbol of hope in the male sex.
It's not even Chris Noth, the Mr. Big actor, either- even if you're a Steve fan or a Smith girl, those men are the Mr. Bigs of Miranda and Samantha's world. They are the men who rocked them.
Mr. Big is the male (or female, if you swing that way) who takes your crap. The one who makes you so angry you could burn a hole through his skull with your laser vision, and makes you laugh a second later. The one that can cause your tears as quickly as he can wipe them away.
Mr. Big might not come into your life and immediately melt your heart with rose bouquets and textbook passion. He will more than likely show up several times throughout your dating life, perhaps earlier, and maybe later. He's the one you will remember the most, the one who will take up the most room in the story of your life. Maybe he won't be the one you will love the most, or the one who hurts you the hardest, but he will be the one who changes your life.
Ah, Mr. Big. I wonder if I HAVE met him. I wonder if any of my friends have. The men we are involved with now may be the reason we wake up in the morning, the reason the world turns- but who are we to know who we'll meet tomorrow? Maybe that kid from freshmen philosophy whose name you can't remember will show up in three years as the co-worker who reinvents your outlook on life.
Or maybe your current flame, or ex-flame, will show up later with a newly-turned leaf and you will realize that it had been him all along.
They aren't RIGHT. I don't think there is any way to feel whether someone is RIGHT for you. Humans, particularly women, are constantly evolving- physically, emotionally, spiritually, and every other-ly- so it would be impossible to predict which mate would effectively fit your life pattern. It is much more promising to expect that presence, that essential figure who will show up and match you, if even just for a moment. That, for me, is a realistic expectation of a soul mate.
It'll happen. It may not feel Right. But boy, is it gonna be Big.
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March 6th, 2008
05:35 pm - one week away!
Katy reminded me that I don't think I've never written about Florida! Or at least officially.
WELL! In exactly one week from this morning, I will be flying out of Chicago with Jenni, Danielle and Rachel to Fort Myers, FLORIDA to spend spring break in Danielle's family condo!!
EEEEE!! This is particularly exciting because it is STILL snowing here, so I will finally be able to lay out in the sunshine and do nothing but swim and drink with my friends.
I am SO freakin excited.
I am also coming home for Easter at the end of break, so I'll experience both coasts in one vacation! And it only cost me about $250. SWEET.
So, yeah. That's in a week from today!
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March 4th, 2008
07:52 am - a sunshine break
I would just like to mention that in only NINE, count them, NINE short days, I will be leaving this goshforsaken cold and snow and boarding a plane to FLORIDA with three of my new favorite girlfriends, followed by a plane to SAN DIEGO to spend Easter with my family and my original favorite girlfriends.
Thank goodness. *SO EXCITED!!*
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March 2nd, 2008
10:11 pm - take her home! she's wasted!
This weekend was busy. Friday night was the Leap Year party at Cuvee for Crime & Punishment at Chamber, which went really well, I had a ton of fun. I love my advisor. Afterward Danielle and I went to Sobelman's for food and found the Fugees there, getting trashed after a miserable show. Conor felt better after a good deal of booze, though, and he ended up coming back to my apartment for the night (I had had three myself...). That was nice.
Saturday I woke up early to the chagrin of Conor and myself, and I went over to the theatre for our PR meeting for next season. Then I took a cat nap to try to get rid of my hang over (failed), went to an awful rehearsal from 3-4, came back for dinner, went back for tech (which sucked), then came home to study. Conor came over for another hour to save me from myself.
This morning I was up before 9 to grab cash and bananas, and came back to clean the kitchen before our SB ladies breakfast. It was SO FUN. Crazy cooking and eating and bitching, but less bitchy and more happy conversation. It was really nice. Then we cleaned up by 12 so Mary and I could jet over to the Arts Center downtown to rush AVENUE Q.
AMAZING!!
I freakin love that show. We discovered that Kate Monster and I are the same person when we're drunk. :)
After the show I headed back to the theatre for the scene fest, and we actually pulled it all off, which felt nice. I was proud of us. Conor and Jenni and them said we saved it, so that made me feel better. After the show we had a MUPS meeting to plan MUPSfest (so excited!!!!), and now I'm home for more midterms studying.
Phew!
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