I can already tell that this is going to be one of those entries that will make everyone laugh at my misfortunes. Stuff like this only happens to me, I swear.
Firt of all, what's with the blogger search bar suddenly appearing on my page? I e-mailed blogger about it, and all he did was give me a code to lower my entires so the date will still appear which, btw, didn't work. Can anyone help me with this? Thanks, random commenter!
I suppose I should start at the beginning, eh?
Classes started on Monday. Mondays and Wednesdays will be fine, I think. Social Science and Reasoning Using Statistics is boring, but should be easy, and there isn't a huge amount of homework at all. Mostly everything is done in class. C&I 212 will be a lot of work, but at least I have people in there to keep me sane (Lizz, Molly, Chad...).
Tuesdays and Thursdays will kill me. Theatre ed was alright, other than the fact that I'm team teaching in six friggin' days. Oy. Then, world art. This class might be interesting, if not for the teacher of DOOM: Maggie Duncan-Flowers. I was warned about her, and I should have heeded these warnings...She actually said "umm" 232 times in the first 20 minutes of class. I counted. It was awful. And it looks like there will be a lot of pointless memorizing. A short break, then off to costumes, which will be OK, AND my class doesn't have to do tracings! Wahoo to that! But then, off to creative writing. Which makes me so mad, it deserves its own paragraph.
First of all, I'll have you know that I, as well as three other girls in my class, specifically wanted to take this class with Zona. So imagine my surprise when halfway through the summer, the teacher was changed. I figured it would be fine, though, the teacher sounded very Italian and I like pretty names. Then, two days ago, the teacher was changed AGAIN...And now, we have Brooke Nelson, grad student of doom. This woman is insane. First of all, she has us writing in our notebooks for one hour every single day. ONE HOUR EVERY DAY. That's a heck of a lot to pile on top of our other assignments. Plus, she was very clear about what she didn't want in those journals - No personal experiences, no true stories, no reflecting on an event...Just pure creative writing. For one hour a day. In her words, "I don't care how much you love your boyfriend, and I don't care if you're upset that your grandparents died." Touching, really. Then, she tells us that we do have books for this class, only they weren't ordered for us cause she didn't tell them too, so good luck finding them. Then she gives us an assignment from our PIP packet, which we don't have yet, that's due tomorrow. THEN she gives us an assignment from a book that she didn't even order for us, telling us that we can just "buy it in our spare time," NONE of which we have because of this class. Good lord. Oh, and by the way, she doesn't give excused absences, and made it very clear that even if we're in the hospital, or there's a family emergency, our grade will be lowered for not attending class.
This woman is rude, and expecting far too much from us, and is the least understanding woman I've ever met in my life. And I would drop, but it's too late to get into another class, and I definitely don't want to be left with only 12.5 credit hours. That's pathetic.
So I get home yesterday and begin to complain to my roommates, who all have their own completely legit complaints about their classes/teachers/inability to get overrides. And in the meantime, there's this weird maintenance man here, fixing things that we never told him to fix. So by the end of this, he leaves us with a new closet door for Tirza, a new doorframe for Lizz that is poorly installed, nails and sawdust all over the floor, and his exacto knife lying on the floor with the blade out. Safety first, kids. So we clean up after him, and I wait for CJ to call for dinner, which he doesn't. So I'm all sad and make macaroni. CJ finally calls me, and I'm complaining to him about my awful day, so he comes over to make it better...
His idea of making it better, apparently, is telling me a "hilarious" story about how he might get to go on a date with someone else. But it's OK, because it doesn't mean anything, and it's just for comedy. *blank stare*
So I freak out at him, and long story short, we fix everything and blah blah blah.
So now, it's today, Wednesday. I wake up this morning, go to the bathroom, start to brush my teeth, and realize the toilet's overflowing. "Weird," I think. So I plunge it, flush again, and it overflows again. By this time, there's water in the bathroom AND the kitchen, and it's not terribly clean water, either. It's getting progressively more sewage-like. So I freak out but have to go to class, and leave my roommates with the promise that I'll go buy a mop.
Class is boring, I was frustrated and wanted to get out of there, my cell phone went off for the first time EVER in the history of me even though I'll swear I put it on silent, and my teacher bitched me out for it, even though we were working in small groups at the time and even though two other cell phones had gone off before mine.
After this I ran to rapid print to get a booklet I needed, only to learn that they don't take credit cards, so I had to write a check.
Went outside to get CJ's car so I could buy a mop, and found out that it was torrentially raining. Got soaked.
Got to walmart, stepped out of the car, and landed in six inches of water. Ran inside, soaked and cold, bought a mop, got out.
Came home, mopped up a storm, listened to Tirza's equally bad day involing the reliving of grade school gym (trust me, I feel her pain). Then I plunged, plunged, plunged, the water went down a lot, I plunged some more, and we came to the consensus that I should try flushing again. NOW the bathroom is flooded with sewage water, the maintenance man was really snippy with me, and I'm waiting for the maintenance man to come and fix whatever's wrong.
Currently, I'm sitting here watching brown water slowly seep out from under the bathroom door, dreading the two hours of creative writing I have to do since I didn't do it last night, trying to figure out how to get my pip packet without having to go out in the downpour.
This BITES.
Greetings, Children! I thought I should give y'all an update, since it's been two weeks, and a lot has changed.
Briefly, before I get into the apartment stuff...CJ won third in the stand-up comedy competition, but should have been at least second. My last day at the Downer's Grove store was very long and tiring. Leeny and I went to Chicago Premium Outlets and bought a LOT of stuff. I have yet to memorize my audition monologue that needs to be perfected by Thursday. I wish I had seen Heather more this summer...I'm a terrible person for not calling her again like I said I would.
OK, on to move-in! First of all, packing is a big fat pain. You just never know what you have room for and what you don't. In this case, I think I underestimated myself. I actually have some extra room in my apartment that I wasn't counting on. Madness! Move-in itself went pretty well. It's FAR less hectic than moving into dorms! The hardest part was moving my bed and getting them on to the bed lifters, since the carpet doesn't like to let things slide. Other than that, Daddy, Matthew, and CJ were big helps. It took me two days, but my room is together and I love it. I want to spend all of my time in here. Too bad I'll actually be spending all of my time in the theatre building. (:
I'm currently getting my internet connection from a totally random host. I plugged in my wireless card, and it's getting a signal from somewhere...I hope this keeps up, because it would be a pain for me to have to hook up an ethernet cord (our router is in the living room, and Lizz's boyfriend did a fantastic job of stringing up everyone else's cables so they're hardly noticeable, but now I'd have to do it myself). Oh, random wireless host, never go home or turn off your router! I'd be so sad!
Continuing my week of minor annoyances (which isn't worth going into, except this one), my cable doesn't work. Everyone else's does, but the guy couldn't find the hardline that goes to my room...IE, the plug in the wall isn't plugged into anything. Oy. So I have a tech coming out sometime between now and noon to hopefully fix it. AND I forgot my remotes at home, which is a huge annoyance because I can't watch TV in bed, like I'm used to, unless I want to get up and turn it off when I'm done. Ugh.
But other than that, life is good. I've been grocery shopping several times (because once just isn't enough, apparently), watched "Love Actually," had a really good Olive Garden lunch with Matt Russell as our waiter, won some money on scratch-off tickets my mother bought for me, and enjoyed the company of my super-cool roommates. My two favorite quotes from the past few days...
Emily: "They're like, 'I'm a fetus!' and I'm like, 'Oh? How was the birthing?'"
Tirza: (to the cable man) "We're honest people, I promise. (to me) Oooh, look at what I stole today!"
That's all, kiddies. Pictures of my room eventually, if I ever get my film developed. I miss my mommy's digital camera.
EDIT: I also updated my site, finally. You can find updates in "I'm the green fairy," "the show must go on" (in acting and tech), "poetic enough for you?" (in the dream journal), "children of the revolution" (for those of you I deleted, I still love you, I just haven't seen/talked to you in a billion years!), and "naughty words" (in friends' quotes). Woot.
Hello, children! It's time for an exciting update going back to last week. Let's see here...
Sunday: After working late the night before, I slept in and then drove to Peoria to pick up CJ. We stopped in Normal to eat dinner at Olive Garden (unfortunately, neither Lisa nor Matt were there), and got back to Lombard around 10:30.
Monday: CJ and I slept in and eventually got up to run some errands. Rather, CJ tagged along like a good little boyfriend while I ran some errands. (: We went to the post office, had lunch at Yorktown, and stopped by B3 to say hi to some people. I wanted to buy my cool Dali clock, but they were all out. Boo. We had dinner with my family, and then started to watch "Spellbound" - The Hitchcock movie, NOT the spelling bee movie! It was very good, but I was very tired, so we didn't finish it.
Tuesday: We woke up early and drove to Spring Green, Wisconsin, to visit The House on the Rock. I think CJ had fun...He's hard to read sometimes. He might just have been humoring me. But I love HotR, so hopefully, he did too. Plus, they take pictures now. We stayed there until around 3, when we got a call from RJ reminding CJ that the film festival which RJ had entered The Werecow into (a movie they made together) was that evening. I very much did not want to go. CJ told RJ we weren't going to go. We drove back to Lombard, when CJ decided we WERE going. Then, back in Lombard, I got all upset and CJ told RJ we were back to NOT going. Eventually, we ended up going. Good thing too, because CJ won for best screenplay. Very exciting. It was fun, too...Some of the films were good, and I got to see a lot of people from ISU. Izzo, Mikula, Caitlin Barlow, etc. Good stuff. CJ and I came back home and intended to finish "Spellbound." I fell asleep again.
Wednesday: CJ and I got up fairly early and drove to Naperville so the Simmi's could approve of him. Hopefully, they do; he was very quiet. Emily took a stuffed monkey I brought her and promptly named it "Monkeyhead." Danny proved that he's a better shot than I with a bow and arrow. I found it slightly creepy that in Emily's barbie dollhouse, a Gollum figure was laying in the bathtub. We left them and went mini-golfing, where CJ totally killed me. Had lunch at Portillo's. Came back home and while I started to clean, that didn't get very far. Had dinner with my parents again, and then went Laser Questing with my bro and his friend, Lizzy, Todd, and Katie. Good times, but I was quite nauseous, so I definitely didn't do well. We had a very late dinner at Simon's, and then those three went back home and CJ and I returned to my place. Watched some Sports Night (which, btw, I've gotten CJ addicted to!), and finished "Spellbound." Good movie. Went to bed.
Thursday: Back to Peoria we go. On the way, we stopped in Normal to get CJ a parking space at a restaurant across from A/C H/W. (Btw, Lizzy, CJ says thank you so much for the tip!) Got to Peoria and had just enough time to change, put on make-up, etc before his friends came over. I met far too many people to remember their names...Well, I remember their names, but not their faces. Anyway, it was nice to see Brandon again, who I just adore, and everyone else seemed very nice. The group of us trecked over to the comedy club, where the Tuor family met us, and sat down to watch the Amateur Stand-Up Competition. CJ of course made it to the finals, which are next week. Plus, I learned how to play Mow, which is an awfully intelligent card game. It took me, like, three rounds to even figure out what I was supposed to be doing. Anyway, congrats to CJ for being so successful this past week. Went back to his place, watched some more Sports Night, went to sleep.
Friday: CJ had to get up early to take Kyle (his bro) to court for a speeding ticket, but I slept in. When they got back, I got dressed and CJ and I had breakfast and then went to his mall. We were hoping to run into his father at work, but no luck. We did, however, have fun at Victoria's Secret, where CJ turned about 17 shades of red. I do my best to embarrass him. We went to see "The Village." I called the ending about an hour early, so I feel special. Went back to his place, played Mario Party, ate spaghetti, and watched some more Sports Night before I had to go back to Lombard. I cried, of course. I always cried. On the way home, I started feeling really nauseous (second time in a week). Not cool.
Saturday: Still nauseous when I woke up, but I went to work. Started to feel better once I drank water. I think I was just dehydrated. Got off work, changed, made myself pretty, and went to the Hanson concert! No mean comments, kids. Let's just say it was AMAZINGLY great. You can read my full review here . And here's a picture of me and Keren Sanchez, who's friggin' gorgeous.
So now, I'm just bumming around, working and baby-sitting, packing up my room, and wondering how I'm possibly going to move in so soon. And I still need an audition monologue. Yeesh. In the meantime, I must clean my room...