Things overheard during crew (the more finished version)

"Did you know that they're sending our recycling to Jupiter? Yeah, it's made of gas, so when they send things out there, the gas like hides it. They're just taking all the money we spend on recycling."

"He's Mormon, but he's secretly gay..."

"Oh my god, you watch Dance Moms too?!?!"

"The first time I took ecstasy, I just sat there and rubbed my butt against the wall for like two hours."

"I can't wait to go home, because I can get pot for 80 bucks!"

"There's a kid somewhere who is allergic to everything except tic-tacs."
-"How does he live?"
-"He's not doing a very good job of it..."

"They have to let us leave at 11, because that's when the building closes!" (We'd been let out at like 11:20 for three consecutive days, did she not notice?)

"Ew, I can't help them strike the set. I'm an actor. I'm not built for this."

Also, sometimes, instead of talking they just sing their conversations.

Don't get me wrong, a few of them were actually okay. But most of them...how the hell are they in college?

Here goes...my sanity?

Today marks the first of my ten days of hell. As in, crew assignment. That whole selling-my-soul-to-a-show thing. Freshman minion, that's me! Today, I'm there for five hours. That's the minimum commitment for this schedule, sometimes I'll have to be there for thirteen hours straight. I don't know yet if they decided to put me on costume crew. I have three essays due tomorrow, which I haven't had time to do because I spent my week prepping a discussion for an earlier meeting of the same class. Goodbye friends and sanity, hello stress! I met this awesome guy last weekend, and we've been talking all week, but if he asks me to hang out I'm not sure when that can happen. I haven't told him that the reason we met is because I was out with my friends for one last exciting weekend before letting this show steal my life until right before spring break. Anyway, I've got like three hours to do my homework, I'd better make it count! Hopefully my suitemate shuts up soon, I can't stand hearing "oh my gahhhhd, what the fahck" one more time right now.

FFFFUUUU--

A few hours ago, everything reeked of pot. My obnoxious suitemate was blabbering on about how the "fucking idiots" on this floor would never figure out that it was her, and going on and on about rolling and smoking joints in her room. I wish I had had a tape recorder, so I could hold onto it for proof the next time the RAs get suspicious. Did last semester teach us nothing? At least I can say that my time with her is more than halfway over. We haven't had to submit housing applications yet, but I know who I'm living with next year, and I'm extremely excited to get away from her.

Crisis Averted

I was the second assistant costume designer for a club production of Julius Caesar. I guess that second assistant would have meant that I was the lesser of two assistants, since we were both listed as working directly under my costume designer friend who's a sophomore. I'd never met the other girl. Then, in the middle of the week, I found out that my friend, Elvira, had to step down as head designer because the show was going up in two weeks, and she was too busy. Two weeks also put it at the very beginning of my theatre crew assignment, so I wouldn't even be able to help at the performances. I was worried that I wouldn't be allowed to help with this one at all. Also, since I was now working under a stranger, I wasn't sure what she'd be like. I was still told that I should go to the production meeting, and see if it wouldn't be too much of a commitment.

Yesterday was the day of the meeting. Luckily, it turns out that the new designer, Sarah, is completely awesome and understanding. We're the same major, except that she's a year ahead of me and trying to switch into the more competitive program. Her design ideas are kind of similar to mine, so that's cool. Somehow it came up that she cosplays and goes to the cons that I've been to, so we geeked out for a bit and agreed that everything was going to work out just fine between us. I've finally found a fellow geek at my school!

After Creative Presentations

I feel like I'm in a rut with my life right now. Something's missing, but I don't really know what, or how to explain it. I'm searching, searching for...meaning, maybe, and yet that's not exactly the right word. I don't fit in here, but I don't stick out either. I've felt different this semester, different in some unknown way. Maybe this is just the beginning of some kind of transformation. After this, I might be more certain of what I want out of life. Or maybe I'm just being weird and none of this even matters. I don't know. I'm bored of the routines in my life here, but I shouldn't be bored because I've been back for less than a month. I like the friends that I have here, but I'm not even sure what we have in common. I'll never feel comfortable in an Emerson Christian Fellowship meeting; I tagged along once because that's where all of my friends were going. Nope, I still have my same essential absence of religious beliefs. Tried that. Sometimes I question why I even want to be an artist. Everyone's so deep with their ideas here, and I'm like "this is what I think, I don't know if it symbolizes anything."Maybe my problem is that I barely have any time to create things, and when I do I'm not creating for myself anymore. I'm creating for shows, or for class. I haven't opened my sketchbook since I've been back; I've barely had time, let alone inspiration. Maybe I just don't know what to say.


I'm starting to sound like every other hipster who goes here. And yet, I think that I'm probably not losing myself. Maybe I'm finding myself. Everything's so strange in my mind.

This semester

is going to be insane, but hopefully it's worth it! The costume designer for our Shakespeare Society convinced me to interview to be her assistant, so I did, and I didn't think that I got it because they told me that I would have heard back that night. I didn't find out until last night, after having panicked about how much homework I have. So there's that. I'm only on for the first show,  but I think I'd just stay on for the rest of the semester if things work out. It's awesome that I got it, because none of the student groups really wanted me last semester. Since I'm not in a BFA program, there's a lot more for me to prove. We also have these lovely things called crew assignments, which basically says that the college will decide which show a freshman has to sell their soul to. Mine's the entire second half of February, conveniently timed with three group projects. Yay! I've already decided that I'll have to drop out of the school's fashion show, because it's in April and I don't think I get free time again until March. I can't make 5-7 outfits in a month, especially when there's homework going on.

...I really hope that I'll stop doubting my choice of major soon. It's not like I have any idea what else I'd study, so I'd better just get over that.

Post-Arisia Thoughts

I'm not usually the type to write stuff like this, but then again I never have this kind of stuff to write about. It's just a bunch of shit I'd love to say to the guy I spent most of the weekend with, having met him once six months before that. It's not important, just pisses me off.

Dear Guy,

You broke my heart in the span of a week. You hung out with my friends and told them how much you liked me, and yet yesterday you told me you met someone new. Who the fuck does that? You took advantage of the fact that I was several years younger and more innocent, and I believed you. At 18 years old, I would have expected that I, not you, would be the less mature one in that relationship. I'd never understood the game Dominion until you made me play it with you, and you know what? I didn't tell you, but I thought it fucking sucked. Sure, you learned how to play Cosmic so you could spend time with me, but for what? Maybe I wasn't sure I liked you until the end of the con, but that shouldn't be all it took to drive you away. If you'd actually cared, you would have tried harder than that. Fuck you. You didn't even go to college, so I'm going to go make something of myself now while you continue performing on street corners.