A mental mind fuck can be nice....
I posted this on myspace, which is strange because I never post there, but I am posting it here as well because well more of you read my blog. Plus in 10 years I hope to have these printed out to look back at and laugh at.
So I've reached the conclusion that my computer wants me dead. At any given moment, something is crashing. My printer wouldn't print, and every time I tried to get it to, whatever program I was using froze. Yes, froze. Then my word stopped working, so I reinstalled it. It worked fine for a while, then went down again. It seems to be ok now. So now what is happening you ask? Well, my boyfriend sent me our application for our apartment all the way from Iraq in my email. He filled out stuff on his end, and then sent me the PDF. Why he did that I do not know, because he knows my Adobe reader works maybe one out of a hundred times I try to use it. So I somehow today managed to make my printer work. I don't know what I did, or how I did it, but it printed. But then the Adobe is freezing. Cut to three hours later when I am having ambitious dreams of hurtling my lap top through the window into Adam Carolla's pool next door when the damn thing decides to print. So this should be the end of my tragic tale right? Wrong. It prints the first page, and half of the second page, and claims there's an error. Mind you, I have to turn off and restart my computer everytime I try to print off Adobe or it freezes, some times it freezes any way, just to piss me off. So I try again, same thing happens. Finally, about an hour into this, after I've called Carolle and begged her to save my sorry ass again by printing it for me after she gets out of temple tomorrow, while I cry from a panic attack long overdue, I try again, only printing the second and third pages, cause I have 2 copies of the first one already. And IT WORKS!!!!!! I start singing "The Wizard and I" from Wicked and dancing around my room. I fill out my part of the application and in tears sign my signature at the bottom, signing my life to the man I someday hope to marry in a lease that's God only knows how long. I'm so excited I could burst. This apartment could be ours. Then I realize, I think he did something wrong on the application. Song stops, the wizard is simply a man behind a curtain again, and I am Elphaba, green and alone. NOOOO!!! So here I sit, worried about how long it will take to get the fixed application back from him, and worried about if my computer will yet again decide to hate me and be vengeful.
On another note, the play I am doing is shaping up nicely. I am simply ensemble, but strangely other than the assistant director, I am the entire ensemble. Odd, I think, seems they made an ensemble for me. Yet again confused. Ah well, the songs are pretty, and even though I only have two single lines as a solo, I love the company, and I get to be in the theater again, which makes me soar. It starts October 29 if anyone has the urge to see me do basically nothing but sing and dance with like 10 other people. The play is the world premiere of the musical version of Emma, so it is a good play, and the cast is FABULOUS, I am so honored to be working with them.
This is why I never write, it takes hold of me and the words flow from my fingers, and before I notice I have drolled on about things that no one cares about. Part of it is that i'm nervous, and I ramble while I'm nervous. So yes.
Off I go to study, seeing as my moronic professor is 4 chapters behind and yet wants a research paper due tomorrow that covers all the chapters, I better get going. I am only one chapter behind though, so I am better off than most of the people who are trying to follow him. Pleasant dreams all, and Happy Rosh Hashana (calendar told me one thing, spell check another, I smile and nod and go with the calendar cause it sounds right to me) to all my jew buddies out there. Sing it loud and proud. Its a new moon, so I have something to celebrate too.
So I've reached the conclusion that my computer wants me dead. At any given moment, something is crashing. My printer wouldn't print, and every time I tried to get it to, whatever program I was using froze. Yes, froze. Then my word stopped working, so I reinstalled it. It worked fine for a while, then went down again. It seems to be ok now. So now what is happening you ask? Well, my boyfriend sent me our application for our apartment all the way from Iraq in my email. He filled out stuff on his end, and then sent me the PDF. Why he did that I do not know, because he knows my Adobe reader works maybe one out of a hundred times I try to use it. So I somehow today managed to make my printer work. I don't know what I did, or how I did it, but it printed. But then the Adobe is freezing. Cut to three hours later when I am having ambitious dreams of hurtling my lap top through the window into Adam Carolla's pool next door when the damn thing decides to print. So this should be the end of my tragic tale right? Wrong. It prints the first page, and half of the second page, and claims there's an error. Mind you, I have to turn off and restart my computer everytime I try to print off Adobe or it freezes, some times it freezes any way, just to piss me off. So I try again, same thing happens. Finally, about an hour into this, after I've called Carolle and begged her to save my sorry ass again by printing it for me after she gets out of temple tomorrow, while I cry from a panic attack long overdue, I try again, only printing the second and third pages, cause I have 2 copies of the first one already. And IT WORKS!!!!!! I start singing "The Wizard and I" from Wicked and dancing around my room. I fill out my part of the application and in tears sign my signature at the bottom, signing my life to the man I someday hope to marry in a lease that's God only knows how long. I'm so excited I could burst. This apartment could be ours. Then I realize, I think he did something wrong on the application. Song stops, the wizard is simply a man behind a curtain again, and I am Elphaba, green and alone. NOOOO!!! So here I sit, worried about how long it will take to get the fixed application back from him, and worried about if my computer will yet again decide to hate me and be vengeful.
On another note, the play I am doing is shaping up nicely. I am simply ensemble, but strangely other than the assistant director, I am the entire ensemble. Odd, I think, seems they made an ensemble for me. Yet again confused. Ah well, the songs are pretty, and even though I only have two single lines as a solo, I love the company, and I get to be in the theater again, which makes me soar. It starts October 29 if anyone has the urge to see me do basically nothing but sing and dance with like 10 other people. The play is the world premiere of the musical version of Emma, so it is a good play, and the cast is FABULOUS, I am so honored to be working with them.
This is why I never write, it takes hold of me and the words flow from my fingers, and before I notice I have drolled on about things that no one cares about. Part of it is that i'm nervous, and I ramble while I'm nervous. So yes.
Off I go to study, seeing as my moronic professor is 4 chapters behind and yet wants a research paper due tomorrow that covers all the chapters, I better get going. I am only one chapter behind though, so I am better off than most of the people who are trying to follow him. Pleasant dreams all, and Happy Rosh Hashana (calendar told me one thing, spell check another, I smile and nod and go with the calendar cause it sounds right to me) to all my jew buddies out there. Sing it loud and proud. Its a new moon, so I have something to celebrate too.