Genuflect when you say that, pal!
Goals for the impending semester:
. Find my way to either an apple orchard or a pumpkin patch. Down at MC this will perhaps prove difficult, but I will try my darndest.
. Bake goodies more often! I did brownies for Stagecraft class and Christmas cookies for all dear friends last fall semester (and the muffins for Earnest, though to be honest those were purchased at the Wal-Mart Supercenter, but I had intended to bake them myself before I ran out of time...), but then in the spring semester I did nothing, even though I received via mail exchange some adorable bunny-shaped cookie cutters just in time for Easter. (Garden District, between the acting work and the prop work, was so owning my soul that I did not even try.) But I really must get this going again, as it is one of my greatest joys in life to bake and make goodies for my dearhearts, my loved ones.
. Have a picnic. It will happen! Maybe not my long-dreamed-of Thanksgiving picnic, but a picnic of some sort.
. Get out into the town more often, even if just taking walks along the river, nosing about in the antique shops, and exploring that little health-food-and-bakery place. Walks to Giant Eagle for yogurt and plums and Kashi cheese crackers does not qualify "getting out and about." Campus is beautiful and I love it, but it's only so big and when I begin never ever leaving it, I do go a bit cabin-fever crazy.
. Write in this here Livejournal at least thrice a week out of the week-days, and at least once each week-end. Even if just to say "oh em jee am DYING," which is entirely possible. I am becoming increasingly aware of my busy schedule (someday I will learn that since my slight tweaking of majors-and-minors it is no longer necessary to take eighteen credit hours each and every semester), and I am crossing my fingers in hopes of getting to participate in Two Gentlemen of Verona in some capacity, as well as hopefully earning a role in one studio show and working tech* or maybe ADing another, I just really want to be involved this semester, and well... Eek. Also I am officially cutting all caffeinated coffees out of my diet - I don't want to fool around with it after all this weirdness with my heart that's been going on since last spring. So yes. I do intend to write more with frequency, but if it all ends up being things like "AUGH SOMEONE SAVE ME" or "going nonstop these days, I went to bed at five and now it is eight-thirty as I drag myself out of bed, someone save me before I die upon my needle and thread," it shall be because of my tendency to think that if I'm too busy to breathe, my life has more meaning.
. Oh yeah. I should probably actually get the paperwork done to change my advisor to someone in the theatre department, as well as to make sure my theatre major is officially a B.F.A. and drop my English major to a Lit minor. WHEE I hate paperwork and offices and things.
. Exercise exercise exercise. I have acquired new exercise pants (because all I had before were way oversized sweatpants and skintight bike shorts, and those just won't do) and athletic shoes, so I best use them. I'm fully going to take advantage of those fitness center orientation sessions they offer so I can learn the rec center rules and also how to use equipment without breaking either it or myself, as I am too socially inhibited to walk up to the information desk in the rec center and say, "Hello, I have never been here before, what are the rules and guidelines and general procedures for student use of the facilities?" (Which are totally all on the website, even the bit about clean shoes, but I still feel the need to have it explained to me face-to-face. I'm a hands-on learner!) Also may find out of I can participate in the yoga and/or "Yoga-Tude" sessions without registering for the actual course, or perhaps also join in on the Kuk Sul Do club if it fits my schedule and if I'm feeling masochistic. (I will never forget Liz telling me with some horror about literally hundreds of sit-ups. Hahaha. That is laughter of bitterness and fear, by the way.)
. Be amiable with the new students instead of eyeing them warily from the distance as though they might rip off my head if I come within ten feet of them. At least I know one person, from when Sara and Zack and I gave him a tour of the fine arts center last semester. He's actually a theatre major intending to focus in technical theatre. We have, like, none of those, now that Mr. Chasuble McChasubleface is graduated.
. See the DW ladies more often. Honors House kids in general, really. I tend to neglect the poor DW ladies, who were my first friends at school, because our schedules rarely overlap. Hopefully we can work out a regular lunch or dinnertime - we always lunched together on Tuesdays and Thursdays all last year. I love the theatre folks and A&H kids to death, I do, and I like being around them all the time, but a breather outside the department is nice once in a while. Maybe I will finally take up my Organic Kashi Twin's offer of hiking sometime.
. Keep my room clean for once. I feel better when things are organized and aesthetically pleasing. This is a futile goal, though, and I know it. I know that within three weeks, books will begin to pile up; and if I do make it into Two Gentlemen, within no more than four weeks my parts of the room will be a disaster.
. And finally - eat well. Seriously. And drink lots of water. I say this in general but I am becoming very picky about it since the weird things that happened to my health last semester. I am going to try experimenting with cutting out refined sugars as much as possible (a.k.a. when I can actually identify that they're being used). No more muffins at Gilman breakfasts, I mean it. Except maybe once in a while - and I say that only as a safety blanket for when I will inevitably be weak and devour a strawberry sugar-encrusted muffin. Also, no more than one plateful at a meal, even if I do sit in the dining hall for two and a half hours straight. (At least I was only there that long on one occasion, when I told Jason and Nick about the wonders of Diva and/or Luna cups, which I do not intend to ever use because, ow.) And less of my infamous Gilman PB&Js, even if they are fabulous in their sheer normality. And light on the dairy - especially cheese. I am such the cheese addict these days. Also, I am planning to never keep more than a small amount of chocolate in my room. A girl deserves some chocolate now and then, but taking a large-size box of Take5s last year was such a mistake. "This way it'll last all semester," I said to myself. No, it lasted the first five weeks of Earnest.
Note to self: buy pill crusher.
* Though considering that I literally almost passed out on several occasions while running lights and sound for the One-Act Fest in May, perhaps doing tech again is a bad idea. I don't know what it is about tech. You push one button to change light cues; for sound, you push one button twice and maybe adjust the volume sliders ("volume sliders" is absolutely not the proper term for those things) between cues. But I became absolutely overwrought with anxiety that I would ruin the shows and Christmas, especially with "Captain Neato-Man," which was sheer brilliance that I came dangerously close to destroying with my light-and-sound-board neurotics. Literally I always felt like I was going to throw up or pass out from lack of oxygen, which was partly due to Random Raging Fever Illness** during rehearsals and partly due to it being far too hot up there during performances, but also largely due to my inability to calm the heck down. So maybe I'll just see about ADing instead. Sheesh.
** Also, it would be beneficial to my health in general to never again pull an all-nighter (Play-in-Prods, weren't those fun? Salome is ruined forever for me.) the day after recovering from a Random Raging Fever Illness, when I have to go literally nonstop from nine in the morn to seven in the eve on the day following said night of not sleeping. With no caffeine, save a single cup of green tea. (Sweet mercy, how did that happen?)
. Find my way to either an apple orchard or a pumpkin patch. Down at MC this will perhaps prove difficult, but I will try my darndest.
. Bake goodies more often! I did brownies for Stagecraft class and Christmas cookies for all dear friends last fall semester (and the muffins for Earnest, though to be honest those were purchased at the Wal-Mart Supercenter, but I had intended to bake them myself before I ran out of time...), but then in the spring semester I did nothing, even though I received via mail exchange some adorable bunny-shaped cookie cutters just in time for Easter. (Garden District, between the acting work and the prop work, was so owning my soul that I did not even try.) But I really must get this going again, as it is one of my greatest joys in life to bake and make goodies for my dearhearts, my loved ones.
. Have a picnic. It will happen! Maybe not my long-dreamed-of Thanksgiving picnic, but a picnic of some sort.
. Get out into the town more often, even if just taking walks along the river, nosing about in the antique shops, and exploring that little health-food-and-bakery place. Walks to Giant Eagle for yogurt and plums and Kashi cheese crackers does not qualify "getting out and about." Campus is beautiful and I love it, but it's only so big and when I begin never ever leaving it, I do go a bit cabin-fever crazy.
. Write in this here Livejournal at least thrice a week out of the week-days, and at least once each week-end. Even if just to say "oh em jee am DYING," which is entirely possible. I am becoming increasingly aware of my busy schedule (someday I will learn that since my slight tweaking of majors-and-minors it is no longer necessary to take eighteen credit hours each and every semester), and I am crossing my fingers in hopes of getting to participate in Two Gentlemen of Verona in some capacity, as well as hopefully earning a role in one studio show and working tech* or maybe ADing another, I just really want to be involved this semester, and well... Eek. Also I am officially cutting all caffeinated coffees out of my diet - I don't want to fool around with it after all this weirdness with my heart that's been going on since last spring. So yes. I do intend to write more with frequency, but if it all ends up being things like "AUGH SOMEONE SAVE ME" or "going nonstop these days, I went to bed at five and now it is eight-thirty as I drag myself out of bed, someone save me before I die upon my needle and thread," it shall be because of my tendency to think that if I'm too busy to breathe, my life has more meaning.
. Oh yeah. I should probably actually get the paperwork done to change my advisor to someone in the theatre department, as well as to make sure my theatre major is officially a B.F.A. and drop my English major to a Lit minor. WHEE I hate paperwork and offices and things.
. Exercise exercise exercise. I have acquired new exercise pants (because all I had before were way oversized sweatpants and skintight bike shorts, and those just won't do) and athletic shoes, so I best use them. I'm fully going to take advantage of those fitness center orientation sessions they offer so I can learn the rec center rules and also how to use equipment without breaking either it or myself, as I am too socially inhibited to walk up to the information desk in the rec center and say, "Hello, I have never been here before, what are the rules and guidelines and general procedures for student use of the facilities?" (Which are totally all on the website, even the bit about clean shoes, but I still feel the need to have it explained to me face-to-face. I'm a hands-on learner!) Also may find out of I can participate in the yoga and/or "Yoga-Tude" sessions without registering for the actual course, or perhaps also join in on the Kuk Sul Do club if it fits my schedule and if I'm feeling masochistic. (I will never forget Liz telling me with some horror about literally hundreds of sit-ups. Hahaha. That is laughter of bitterness and fear, by the way.)
. Be amiable with the new students instead of eyeing them warily from the distance as though they might rip off my head if I come within ten feet of them. At least I know one person, from when Sara and Zack and I gave him a tour of the fine arts center last semester. He's actually a theatre major intending to focus in technical theatre. We have, like, none of those, now that Mr. Chasuble McChasubleface is graduated.
. See the DW ladies more often. Honors House kids in general, really. I tend to neglect the poor DW ladies, who were my first friends at school, because our schedules rarely overlap. Hopefully we can work out a regular lunch or dinnertime - we always lunched together on Tuesdays and Thursdays all last year. I love the theatre folks and A&H kids to death, I do, and I like being around them all the time, but a breather outside the department is nice once in a while. Maybe I will finally take up my Organic Kashi Twin's offer of hiking sometime.
. Keep my room clean for once. I feel better when things are organized and aesthetically pleasing. This is a futile goal, though, and I know it. I know that within three weeks, books will begin to pile up; and if I do make it into Two Gentlemen, within no more than four weeks my parts of the room will be a disaster.
. And finally - eat well. Seriously. And drink lots of water. I say this in general but I am becoming very picky about it since the weird things that happened to my health last semester. I am going to try experimenting with cutting out refined sugars as much as possible (a.k.a. when I can actually identify that they're being used). No more muffins at Gilman breakfasts, I mean it. Except maybe once in a while - and I say that only as a safety blanket for when I will inevitably be weak and devour a strawberry sugar-encrusted muffin. Also, no more than one plateful at a meal, even if I do sit in the dining hall for two and a half hours straight. (At least I was only there that long on one occasion, when I told Jason and Nick about the wonders of Diva and/or Luna cups, which I do not intend to ever use because, ow.) And less of my infamous Gilman PB&Js, even if they are fabulous in their sheer normality. And light on the dairy - especially cheese. I am such the cheese addict these days. Also, I am planning to never keep more than a small amount of chocolate in my room. A girl deserves some chocolate now and then, but taking a large-size box of Take5s last year was such a mistake. "This way it'll last all semester," I said to myself. No, it lasted the first five weeks of Earnest.
Note to self: buy pill crusher.
* Though considering that I literally almost passed out on several occasions while running lights and sound for the One-Act Fest in May, perhaps doing tech again is a bad idea. I don't know what it is about tech. You push one button to change light cues; for sound, you push one button twice and maybe adjust the volume sliders ("volume sliders" is absolutely not the proper term for those things) between cues. But I became absolutely overwrought with anxiety that I would ruin the shows and Christmas, especially with "Captain Neato-Man," which was sheer brilliance that I came dangerously close to destroying with my light-and-sound-board neurotics. Literally I always felt like I was going to throw up or pass out from lack of oxygen, which was partly due to Random Raging Fever Illness** during rehearsals and partly due to it being far too hot up there during performances, but also largely due to my inability to calm the heck down. So maybe I'll just see about ADing instead. Sheesh.
** Also, it would be beneficial to my health in general to never again pull an all-nighter (Play-in-Prods, weren't those fun? Salome is ruined forever for me.) the day after recovering from a Random Raging Fever Illness, when I have to go literally nonstop from nine in the morn to seven in the eve on the day following said night of not sleeping. With no caffeine, save a single cup of green tea. (Sweet mercy, how did that happen?)