alright, my nat & carey paper is finished. am i overly astounded by my brilliance? hell no. do i care? hell no. am i a senior writing a paper for a meaningless elective course? that's a big yes.

so all i have left to do in my collegiate career is go to my practice interview tomorrow and write up my practicum stuff.

that's it.

and that whole graduation thing.

on another note, my favorite new averi song is "flutter." listen to it. fun times.

my last day in the office here at user support for the summer. tomorrow is my screwy 4-8 pm shift in the library. so i just have 8 hours here. almost just 7 now. i can make it through them...

alright. after a random day, i'm left pondering the stupidity of mankind (at least mankind in the smc theatre sphere).
so rick walks into work this afternoon and asks me if i would have any idea of where the small audio console would be kept. phil named it mini-stonehenge last summer, so it took me a second. "mini-stonehenge is missing???" i asked. rick stared at me, then realized what i was referring to. "whatever you call it. do you know where it would be?"
obviously i know where it should be--the booth has been my home for approximately a year now. i ask if the door to the booth has been kept locked. rick gives me a "oh, should it" kind of look and i run over to mccarthy.
ok, here's common sense. if you have a room full of fun gadgets that are really pricey and some of which can fit in a person's pocket or bag, you keep that room locked if people aren't around. that was one of louns' two absolute rules. booth stays locked, and no food or drink past the stairs. now, booth does not stay locked, and expensive equipment winds up missing.
i felt like a mother scolding a child as i explained to chuck that if there isn't a body in the booth, the door stays locked. at all times, no ifs, ands, or buts. just think about the wireless mics, why don't you...they fit into pockets...i feel as if i'm the keeper of louns' intentions here.
so then, as if that wasn't hilarious enough, chuck had already called me and left a voicemail. asking if i was around this summer. saying that cathy had remembered that i dressed the actors with mics for working, so perhaps they could "tap into" my "expertise" for little shop. basically meaning i'd show them how to dress the mics. that's funny, they should already know this, considering the show opens on tuesday...part of me would love to just sit back and watch things go to hell, because i don't like how things were handled. but i don't want to let down the people i like there, especially rick, who's genuinely excited about his opportunity. so i'm going to show him tomorrow.
but i can't believe they lost the equipment. stupid, stupid!
janet and dave came up today, and we went to dinner, which was nice. then jen kelly and liz hung out in my room, and we broke out into random improv games. i've missed improv. it made me happy. the humorous portion was playing "scripts" (a game in which you each have a book and all the dialogue comes from lines in the book), and the texts we used were the great gatsby, light my fire, and american psycho. it made for amusing times. ;-)

why is it that as i read this, i have flashes of selected memories:
the night sophomore year over at collin & larry's
the evenings this year at our house.

there really isn't anything like being out on the roof, feeling carefree and happy with friends.

i'm surprised by the number of hits i'm receiving. pleasantly so. make yourselves known, if you wish, sign the guestbook and let me know what you think.
i jinxed myself by commenting on the dmb saturday. more details to follow--i refuse to think about it until i must. which means i refuse to think about it until tomorrow.
overall, a nice evening. during our walk around campus, danelle messed with my mind by offering this challenge to me: think of a movie that doesn't have either a love scene or some form of sexual tension.
i thought and thought and thought, and all i could come up with was the client. and that took me awhile. i talked to michelle on the phone, and immediately after offering her the challenge, she responded with two: the usual suspects and the negotiator. i can't believe i didn't think of the former...i'm a wretched kevin spacey fan now hanging my head in disgust.
i was also productive today, i came up with a new desktop wallpaper. yes, i'm infatuated right now, but he was just so damn brilliant, how can i not be?
reading scotty's random insights has become one of the highlights of my days. such a crackhead. for the record, apparently the computer is still broken for mr. day. i'll let it slide, but if it gets into july and there are no updates...well...ok, so there's nothing i can really do about it besides bitch here, but hey, the power of the written word. maybe, in some warped parallel universe, it would get back to the singer-of-the-big-spikey-hair. who knows (or particularly cares)...
now, however, i realize that i have to be at work in seven and a half hours, so i must away to my bed. but if you're up late and are bored, find this. read this. steinbeck rocks my world. trust me.