So.... I am the world's worst blogger which is directly parallel to me being the worst friend in the world. I let things sort of sit and then fade away, and get so wrapped up in to something that I let other things slid away. People, blogs, homework, daily chores. I haven't really been able to find the balance so that everything gets taken care of in time. And it sucks. For instance, I was home over spring break a couple weeks ago. I could have called some friends and seen if they wanted to hang out. I forgot, more wrapped up in being a vegetable after the stress of Tom Thumb and wanting to attempt to play Dead Space (WHICH I failed at. Halo: Reach for the win, forever). It wasn't until Saturday night, the night before I was supposed to go back to Seattle that I even thought about contacting someone. Which I hate myself for neglecting this person. They really do mean a lot to me. They do and are on my mind often, when there is a spare moment to breathe. I had no idea what was going on till I talked to them over Facebook. Facebook? I should have txted them. I should have been txting them. I didn't know that their family member was doing so poorly or that person was hurting so badly. Not till we talked. And I felt like the shittiest friend there ever was. I have always had this habit of letting people fall by the wayside and I am fighting to make it stop. I don't know why I do this because once the person goes out, they are never interested in coming back in any serious way. Anyways here is the massive update of the firs part of spring semester.
January - I spent the first two weeks of this month back at school, before winter break was over in 406 with Hunt, drafting our asses off for Tom Thumb. There was a lot of smoke breaks, tape balls and copious amounts of Disney research done. I also spent a lot of time rendering in water colors. Like I do. Like a Boss. Also I am still trying to recover from the bomb-shell that Jon dropped on me in December, so there is a ton of crying for no reason. Brushing my teeth, start crying. Cooking with friends, start crying. Shopping with Mom, start crying. You get the gist.
February - Tons of time spent in the scene shop for the first time in a year which makes me kind of useless. Also moaning about theater freshmen who don't give a sh*t and just kinda do what they want. Little bastards. Every single t-shirt that I own also somehow gets paint on it. Be it a speck or a full on blotch, paint everywhere. I also wear out two pairs of my old jeans, so they now sport that awkward thigh hole. Met a scenic painter from Seattle Children's Theater who is an inspiration and super chill. Wish that I can work with her again sometime. Start fishing around for summer internships. Head in to "hell" also known as tech week with a lot, LOT of paint work left to be done. Yell curses at the props master for his own weird amusement as well as the amusement of the scenic designer. I work with strange, bizarre people.
March - The beginning was super intensely frantic. Busting ass until the opening of the show. Everyone loves the work that has been done, the theater department head loves the crest that I designed for the show. Leave preview beaming like a idiot as praises for the scenic designer's vision are sung. Though this may prove ill for me as I think I may have to do a scenic design for a show now. Something that makes me want to run away in absolute terror, screaming like a little girl. The show closes and strike is only mildly painful with me only wanting to punch a few of the freshmen. I directly have to move on to Cornish Dance Theatre in which I am designing... well more re-creating Pas de Quatre costumes. Lots of pale pink and tulle everywhere. I think I order close to a 100 yds of tulle. It is serious people. Playing with the tutus in the shop makes me want one to run about in. Also have stopped the random crying attacks. Or at least they are infrequent now. I am finally working out after saying that I will for a few months and trying to eat better which isn't too hard considering what they serve at school for food. All organic local stuff that usually isn't hunger inspiring so... thats going for me. Oh! Also my hard drive on my laptop decided to crash itself so I had to get a new one. Only able to save a few files from my old hard drive. So all my stories, my original work... is gone. All of it. Which was sort of a blow because I was just getting back into it. All I have left is the story about the serial killer and my fan-fiction from like ninth grade. Neither is good. I had an interview at Seattle Children's Theater for an internship position. Just waiting to hear back from them so I can decide on my living quarters for the next year. It is kinda looking like I will stay in the dorms again unless I can find somewhere cheaps with someone else. Also awkwardly contacted by someone. Sort of responded, if you can call it that. Nothing back. So I think it was a drunk thing. Whateva.
That is kind where I am at right now. Stress out, tired, overwhelmed and anxious. Nothing new.
