There's only three weeks left in this semester. What the hell? Where did all of that go?
That being said, my stupid scene shop requirement is stupid because I can only go for the two hours right when it opens on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but the last few times I've tried they've been all "we don't need any help" if there's even anyone there at all. I don't want to get a bad grade just because they're not free when I am. Fuck.
I also had the bright idea of doing my largest scratchboard ever for a creative project in my Creativity in Context class, but then the sign-up sheet started getting passed around on the opposite side of the room, so lucky me only has until Friday to get the damn thing done. Don't get me wrong, I'm really happy with it so far. But I'm stressed out that I'll end up having to rush it and make it look much less pretty, because one wrong scratch and you're left with an awkward situation.
Break was super awesome and seeing you guys was so great. I'm just freaking out now that I'm back and my grades in everything are only average. I have a freaking C+ in history, because the teacher is ridiculous and his grading scale makes no sense. I can't seem to fix that, because I still never know if I've gotten a decent grade on a test. At least I'm not failing. I definitely thought that I had a chance of failing earlier, but his scoring just doesn't compute.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
I'm home
And now I don't have to deal with my obnoxious pothead suitemate for nearly a week! I think that's my least favorite part of Emerson. My day was made when she was forced to clean up her pile of stuff in our shared hallway, which included an empty bottle of rum, because the RAs go through everyone's rooms and look for illegal things. I'm also excited for food. Our food's not too bad, if you know which station to go to, but I'm pretty sick of it by now. Thanksgiving's awesome!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
My Major
I'm finally doing things relating to it. I'm sitting backstage at a production of "As You Like It" by our Shakespeare Society student group, after being asked last-minute to be co-wardrobe assistant for a sophomore costume designer. She's also offered to let me be her assistant for the whole duration of rehearsals and such for one of her three shows next semester. Even though I'm not a real tech major, I'm going to be able to do stuff! Earlier today I was busy measuring people and pulling garments for the show that I'm assistant designing for this half-semester. Theatre kid's actually doing theatre, huzzah!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I think I was living in a bad movie
World Cup weekend. Holy shit. It's a long story, I know.
First things first. I could barely sleep as I waited for my alarm to go off at 4:15 AM. We got to our bus at 5 in the morning, and saw that there weren't too many people on our bus. We thought that all the cheerleaders would be there, but it turned out that most of them got a ride with the team last night. There were ten people from our school, and seven-ish people in a band that was playing during the cup. Bridget, the girl who was in charge of booking everything, told us after we boarded that she actually would not be coming with us. She had all the info, though, as we later found out.
Our bus arrived at the hotel at 9:50. We were told that the shuttle to Randall's Island, where the cup was held, would be leaving at 10. When we went to check in, no one knew that we existed, because Bridget had done all the booking and didn't tell us what name it was under. Eventually we found out that we only had three rooms booked for about ten of us. Okay, whatever, we could deal with that. We put all our stuff down really quickly and ran to get the shuttle. That shuttle had actually decided to leave at 9:30 with the other teams, leaving the few of us stranded. Awesome. The hotel, luckily, offered to call us a few town cars, that would hold our group and the band. There were two that held seven and one that held four. I was in the small town car, with the three cheerleaders I knew pretty well. Unfortunately, we'd already missed Emerson's first game, which they won.
When we arrived, we realized that it was freezing, and we were on a group of fields with absolutely no place to get warm. There was a strong wind, and all of us in our cheerleader outfits had dressed warm-ish but not extremely warm. I had sweater tights, a skirt, my cheer t-shirt, and a jacket. Maria, one of the girls with that small group, had footless tights. I feel really bad for her, because after a few hours I couldn't feel my feet. Emerson won their second game, hooray! Time for lunch. The two food stations both had huge lines, and we hadn't eaten in forever. So we went to the huge line for burgers and turkey legs and stuff. They had veggie burgers, so that was good for me. Two hours later, we finally got to the top of the line, and I was pretty sure I couldn't move my toes. People's burgers were still mostly raw, and I was lucky that my only issue was when the veggie burgers took an extra half hour after I paid. Then, I had to deal with my feet. A vendor sold socks, which I happily paid for in order to keep my toes. I was really freaking out, though, from lack of sleep and the realization that I was stuck there.
We still had three more hours to kill until the third game, which would be the last for the cheerleaders responsible for cooking the team dinner at that one girl's house. We all huddled together for warmth, and none of us were hungry enough to wait for two hours again. When they won the third game, we were told, we could find a way to leave since some of us were so cold. Melanie and Kelsie, the other two who were with us, weren't as cold. At that point, I was so cold, tired, and stressed that I talked to my parents about coming home early. Since our hotel was right by the airport, they decided to get me a flight on the cheapest shuttle, and I'd be leaving at 10 when everyone else did. The flight was taking off at 11:30.
After the third game, we called a town car on Melanie's phone. I think it was 5:30 by this point. They told us it would be twenty minutes, and then we'd be on our way to the hotel. An hour later, as we stood by the pickup zone, nothing was going to happen. The company wouldn't even answer their phone. Melanie's phone died, so we left them Kelsie's number just in case. Melanie talked to her dad, and he said that the company had taken an $86 hold on her debit cardAfter walking back, we talked to our cheerleading captain again, and she tried to get ahold of the guy who was in charge of the shuttle. The shuttle was not going to be leaving any earlier than 9:30, unfortunately. I'd been in tears at that point, so we were promised a spot on the first shuttle. Also, instead of leaving at 10 the next morning, the shuttle was going to leave at 7:15, so our group was supposed to eat breakfast at 6:30. Maria was so cold that she could barely speak, let alone walk. I was staggering all over the place too, mostly out of tiredness and lack of feeling in one leg, so I couldn't really help them support her. We hobbled over to the last game at 7:40, miserable and angry. Theoretically, the game would be able to distract us for half an hour or so, but we won after just ten minutes. Crap.
Someone told us we just might be able to find a taxi if we went to the road where everyone was leaving in public transportation buses, so we stumbled over there and waited a while. When none came for half an hour, we just went along with the idea of waiting an extra hour and a half for the shuttle to come get us. When that shuttle finally came, we weren't let onto the first one. We stood out there for an extra ten minutes, just waiting.
All four of us had a lot of fun in the hotel afterwards, just hanging out and calming down a bit. At least tomorrow seemed to be okay. I'd already decided that I wouldn't be there with them, but at least we were all in better moods.
At 5:45 the next morning, their alarm went off. Again, I'd barely slept. They got their stuff together and headed out, and I couldn't fall back asleep. I think I gave up around 8 to get ready for breakfast. My phone got an email, and it was the airline saying that my flight was canceled. Immediately, I panicked. What if I was stuck in this crappy situation for the next few days? I didn't have anywhere to go. Luckily for me, there was a call saying they'd rebooked me for the 1:30 flight to Boston. I spent an extra few hours in the airport with absolutely nothing to do, but the chairs were comfy enough that I slept for a while. I'd been convinced that they would lose my luggage to top off all the bad things, but it actually worked out great from that point on. My dad got me at the airport, and took me to get real food with the rest of my family.
As for the other girls, they were at the field around 7:30, and Emerson didn't play until 3:45. Oh boy. We lost in the second round of semi-finals, sadly. Also, those who came on the fan bus had an estimated arrival time of 2 a.m., so they're still not here yet.
Like I said, my weekend was something out of a bad movie, where the guy gets stranded and has to do all kinds of crazy things to get back. I'm going to go sleep now...it's been a while.
First things first. I could barely sleep as I waited for my alarm to go off at 4:15 AM. We got to our bus at 5 in the morning, and saw that there weren't too many people on our bus. We thought that all the cheerleaders would be there, but it turned out that most of them got a ride with the team last night. There were ten people from our school, and seven-ish people in a band that was playing during the cup. Bridget, the girl who was in charge of booking everything, told us after we boarded that she actually would not be coming with us. She had all the info, though, as we later found out.
Our bus arrived at the hotel at 9:50. We were told that the shuttle to Randall's Island, where the cup was held, would be leaving at 10. When we went to check in, no one knew that we existed, because Bridget had done all the booking and didn't tell us what name it was under. Eventually we found out that we only had three rooms booked for about ten of us. Okay, whatever, we could deal with that. We put all our stuff down really quickly and ran to get the shuttle. That shuttle had actually decided to leave at 9:30 with the other teams, leaving the few of us stranded. Awesome. The hotel, luckily, offered to call us a few town cars, that would hold our group and the band. There were two that held seven and one that held four. I was in the small town car, with the three cheerleaders I knew pretty well. Unfortunately, we'd already missed Emerson's first game, which they won.
When we arrived, we realized that it was freezing, and we were on a group of fields with absolutely no place to get warm. There was a strong wind, and all of us in our cheerleader outfits had dressed warm-ish but not extremely warm. I had sweater tights, a skirt, my cheer t-shirt, and a jacket. Maria, one of the girls with that small group, had footless tights. I feel really bad for her, because after a few hours I couldn't feel my feet. Emerson won their second game, hooray! Time for lunch. The two food stations both had huge lines, and we hadn't eaten in forever. So we went to the huge line for burgers and turkey legs and stuff. They had veggie burgers, so that was good for me. Two hours later, we finally got to the top of the line, and I was pretty sure I couldn't move my toes. People's burgers were still mostly raw, and I was lucky that my only issue was when the veggie burgers took an extra half hour after I paid. Then, I had to deal with my feet. A vendor sold socks, which I happily paid for in order to keep my toes. I was really freaking out, though, from lack of sleep and the realization that I was stuck there.
We still had three more hours to kill until the third game, which would be the last for the cheerleaders responsible for cooking the team dinner at that one girl's house. We all huddled together for warmth, and none of us were hungry enough to wait for two hours again. When they won the third game, we were told, we could find a way to leave since some of us were so cold. Melanie and Kelsie, the other two who were with us, weren't as cold. At that point, I was so cold, tired, and stressed that I talked to my parents about coming home early. Since our hotel was right by the airport, they decided to get me a flight on the cheapest shuttle, and I'd be leaving at 10 when everyone else did. The flight was taking off at 11:30.
After the third game, we called a town car on Melanie's phone. I think it was 5:30 by this point. They told us it would be twenty minutes, and then we'd be on our way to the hotel. An hour later, as we stood by the pickup zone, nothing was going to happen. The company wouldn't even answer their phone. Melanie's phone died, so we left them Kelsie's number just in case. Melanie talked to her dad, and he said that the company had taken an $86 hold on her debit cardAfter walking back, we talked to our cheerleading captain again, and she tried to get ahold of the guy who was in charge of the shuttle. The shuttle was not going to be leaving any earlier than 9:30, unfortunately. I'd been in tears at that point, so we were promised a spot on the first shuttle. Also, instead of leaving at 10 the next morning, the shuttle was going to leave at 7:15, so our group was supposed to eat breakfast at 6:30. Maria was so cold that she could barely speak, let alone walk. I was staggering all over the place too, mostly out of tiredness and lack of feeling in one leg, so I couldn't really help them support her. We hobbled over to the last game at 7:40, miserable and angry. Theoretically, the game would be able to distract us for half an hour or so, but we won after just ten minutes. Crap.
Someone told us we just might be able to find a taxi if we went to the road where everyone was leaving in public transportation buses, so we stumbled over there and waited a while. When none came for half an hour, we just went along with the idea of waiting an extra hour and a half for the shuttle to come get us. When that shuttle finally came, we weren't let onto the first one. We stood out there for an extra ten minutes, just waiting.
All four of us had a lot of fun in the hotel afterwards, just hanging out and calming down a bit. At least tomorrow seemed to be okay. I'd already decided that I wouldn't be there with them, but at least we were all in better moods.
At 5:45 the next morning, their alarm went off. Again, I'd barely slept. They got their stuff together and headed out, and I couldn't fall back asleep. I think I gave up around 8 to get ready for breakfast. My phone got an email, and it was the airline saying that my flight was canceled. Immediately, I panicked. What if I was stuck in this crappy situation for the next few days? I didn't have anywhere to go. Luckily for me, there was a call saying they'd rebooked me for the 1:30 flight to Boston. I spent an extra few hours in the airport with absolutely nothing to do, but the chairs were comfy enough that I slept for a while. I'd been convinced that they would lose my luggage to top off all the bad things, but it actually worked out great from that point on. My dad got me at the airport, and took me to get real food with the rest of my family.
As for the other girls, they were at the field around 7:30, and Emerson didn't play until 3:45. Oh boy. We lost in the second round of semi-finals, sadly. Also, those who came on the fan bus had an estimated arrival time of 2 a.m., so they're still not here yet.
Like I said, my weekend was something out of a bad movie, where the guy gets stranded and has to do all kinds of crazy things to get back. I'm going to go sleep now...it's been a while.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The Perks of Being in the City
Josh Groban was on campus today. My friend Chris was chilling on the commons with his iPod on, and he just happened to look up at the right moment to have awkward eye contact. Apparently he even ate at EmCafe, because he tweeted about eating a sandwich. I find it hilarious that someone actually tweeted about eating a sandwich, because I remember a comedy sketch from a while ago that mentioned how nobody cared when Lady Gaga was eating a sandwich. Anyway. I've informed Chris that I'm going to be hanging out with him a lot more, because he also found Jeff Bridges about a month ago, and someone else too. I guess he just randomly attracts celebrities or something. Sadly, when Leah was filming Chris, myself, and our other friend Erin for a project just now, there were no sightings.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Crap
I just got into the Netherlands study abroad program...the one my advisor said I shouldn't do because one of the important costume design classes only meets every other year, and it just happens to be in the spring of next year. wasdcfgvbhrerewawsxcvbnpytsedrftyugihnjgoyitrueayh
Awesome Times
I went out bowling at like 10 last night, and the place was so classy. It's down by where Fenway (lolol) and the House of Blues are, and it's an 18+ bowling/billiards/ping pong thing that's pretty cool. The bowling wasn't candlepin, though, so I was a little off sometimes. The place is also a bar, but it was pretty empty, being Monday night, so there weren't drunk people all over the place. I was in last place, but it was still pretty awesome. The people I was with were talking about karaoke at one point, so maybe I'll finally get to go to Limelight again sometime.
I blew off all my homework to go, though, so today just might be a little less fun. Good thing I don't have class!
I blew off all my homework to go, though, so today just might be a little less fun. Good thing I don't have class!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Territorial
My roommate told me that she was planning to have a slumber party while I was away last night. That's fine, we invite friends to sleep on our floor once in a while, and it's a fun time. But then she texted me that they slept in MY bed last night. I don't remember offering them that. It doesn't bug me when people sit ON my bed, but....those are my sheets. I feel like I should probably wash them again now, because that's a little weird. At least it was only my roommate and our other close friend, but still. She has her own bed, and it's in the same room. This is only the second issue I've had, so I guess I've had it pretty good so far. The other issue is that she's always asleep when I'm not and I don't want to disturb her, except I always have plenty of things to get done.
Normally it's just my unhygienic pothead suitemate that bugs me, for stinking up the suite and leaving her shit all over the hallway instead of in her room.
Normally it's just my unhygienic pothead suitemate that bugs me, for stinking up the suite and leaving her shit all over the hallway instead of in her room.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Noooooo
The good news: That creepier post was another friend screwing with us after she'd left the common room. Since I'd only asked her about it via text, it was easy enough for her to act like she didn't do it.
The bad news: Leah came back from the gym earlier yesterday, creeped out because some guy had been looking at her and licking his lips suggestively. It's the same guy. At least he creeps on everyone? Ugh.
The bad news: Leah came back from the gym earlier yesterday, creeped out because some guy had been looking at her and licking his lips suggestively. It's the same guy. At least he creeps on everyone? Ugh.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Continuation of the night
There's a website we have called LikeALittle where people post about other people they find attractive. My friends, messing with me, posted this: I met you at the quidditch thing tonight... came to your floor, saw your friend in the elevator. be mine? And then, this popped up, citing my building as the location: I was in the elevator with you tonight. I flirted with your friend...but you're totally hot too. I love Texans <3
We don't have that many Texans, and the girl I was walking with is one of them. Leah knew that a guy we know is his best friend just by description, and said friend came to our floor randomly to "use the kitchen," despite the fact that every floor has a kitchen. He stopped, talked to us for a bit, and then turned around and left. It's a trap! Apparently guys do send spies, but I don't know if it was for me or for my friend.
We don't have that many Texans, and the girl I was walking with is one of them. Leah knew that a guy we know is his best friend just by description, and said friend came to our floor randomly to "use the kitchen," despite the fact that every floor has a kitchen. He stopped, talked to us for a bit, and then turned around and left. It's a trap! Apparently guys do send spies, but I don't know if it was for me or for my friend.
Weird Times at the Quidditch Promo
As you guys probably saw from my stuff, everyone involved with Emerson's World Cup Quidditch team had a mandatory spamathon. To do that, we were all at tables, and near the end we had to mix it up and sit with different people to get an even number at every table. Some random guy joined us. Here's a rough dialogue, and some after-events that weirded me out.
Guy: Hey, I'm [insert name here].
(we talked about normal stuff for a bit.)
Me: my email's down again from all the people. Damn it.
Guy: Well, what grade are you?
Me:...I'm a freshman.
Guy: I'm a transfer sophomore, so I'm in the same boat.
Me: okay...
(someone wins a tshirt for getting the most youtube hits)
Cute guy sitting next to her (jokingly): She's my girlfriend, so that shirt's mine!
Guy: No, she's My girlfriend, I want the shirt! (To me) She's not really my girlfriend. I'm single.
(people start talking about their living arrangements; I mention my dorm's name casually among the chatter)
Guy: Whoa, you live in Colonial? Which floor?
Me: the fifth floor.
Guy: No way! I'm on Four!
(I internally curse the fact that I assumed he lived off campus because he's a transfer)
Guy: Is that a fun floor to live on?
Me: Yeah, a lot of us are really good friends.
Guy: Maybe I should check it out sometime!
Me: ...
And then he offered to walk my friend and I back since we were all going to the same dorm. Luckily for us, some other girl was also heading back that way, so my friend and I just talked amongst ourselves and were able to get on a different elevator. I stopped in the common room to talk to some people, when the guy showed up on my floor. He asked me why no one was there, and I said I didn't know. I made some mention of needing to do my homework, and he left. In reality, I'd just wanted to post on here. I really should be more careful about who knows which floor I'm on.
On an unrelated note: I finally found out the name of that creepy guy with a beard from the beginning of school, because I have a friend who's in a class with him. I still see him everywhere, so that's weird. And he's forever known as Beardman, although his name was just as awkward as I'd imagined.
Guy: Hey, I'm [insert name here].
(we talked about normal stuff for a bit.)
Me: my email's down again from all the people. Damn it.
Guy: Well, what grade are you?
Me:...I'm a freshman.
Guy: I'm a transfer sophomore, so I'm in the same boat.
Me: okay...
(someone wins a tshirt for getting the most youtube hits)
Cute guy sitting next to her (jokingly): She's my girlfriend, so that shirt's mine!
Guy: No, she's My girlfriend, I want the shirt! (To me) She's not really my girlfriend. I'm single.
(people start talking about their living arrangements; I mention my dorm's name casually among the chatter)
Guy: Whoa, you live in Colonial? Which floor?
Me: the fifth floor.
Guy: No way! I'm on Four!
(I internally curse the fact that I assumed he lived off campus because he's a transfer)
Guy: Is that a fun floor to live on?
Me: Yeah, a lot of us are really good friends.
Guy: Maybe I should check it out sometime!
Me: ...
And then he offered to walk my friend and I back since we were all going to the same dorm. Luckily for us, some other girl was also heading back that way, so my friend and I just talked amongst ourselves and were able to get on a different elevator. I stopped in the common room to talk to some people, when the guy showed up on my floor. He asked me why no one was there, and I said I didn't know. I made some mention of needing to do my homework, and he left. In reality, I'd just wanted to post on here. I really should be more careful about who knows which floor I'm on.
On an unrelated note: I finally found out the name of that creepy guy with a beard from the beginning of school, because I have a friend who's in a class with him. I still see him everywhere, so that's weird. And he's forever known as Beardman, although his name was just as awkward as I'd imagined.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Halloweekend
I have to say, being at college during Halloween reminds me of a con. Seriously. People were in costume everywhere. I was dressed as San from Princess Mononoke, and lots of people just went up to me and said that they loved the movie and I'd done a great job with the costume. A lot of my friends went trick-or-treating, but my costume wasn't really suited for super-cold weather. On Friday I'd been off-campus, in Amherst, and the party I went to at Hampshire was also filled with awesome costumes. I kept seeing this guy dressed as the Joker with a green mohawk everywhere, and there was some guy dressed as Gumby. Granted, one of my guy friends at Emerson was also Gumby, so I guess that was popular this year. I spent like half an hour on Saturday night running after two of my friends with a camera, because Gumby and a Banana in Pajamas chased each other down every hall in our building. I think they should do it again in another dorm at some random time. I'm already planning next Halloween in the back of my mind, because it's just so epic when it's a full weekend.
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