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Okay, an update on my life.
I got hired for two jobs. One is ushering at the Joyce theater in Manhattan. They pay, not very well. The hours are flexible and there is a lot room for growth(apparently everyone starts as an usher). The other is stage managing for at least one show at the 13th street rep. theater in Manhattan. This doesn't pay but is really good experience, is really only brief commitments and the woman who runs the theater was excited about me being a writer, apparently they are very famous for putting up new work.
I'm also getting paid to pick up my sister from school.
So, yeah, after a week of shuddering depression, I guess things are starting to look up.
It was a good a weekend. I spent a long ass time with Phil and then went up to Purchase. You don't realize how much you miss just bullshitting with friends until it's gone. At least, I didn't. I've felt that way this whole summer. Every time I'd go off to visit someone, or even just chill and go to the movies, or hell, talk on the phone, it was like a breath of fresh air. I'm lucky that I have friends at home. The people who really trudge it out alone are the truly brave ones. I commend them. Seriously.
I didn't get to spend as much time at Purchase as I would have liked. I'll be back. But I don't want to be there, like, all the time. I don't want to cramp anyone's style.
I need to be a better friend. I always worry that my akwardness and forgetfulness will not let people how much I really care. If someone is consistently in my life, it's because I want them there. I really, really have to stop with the making jokes at other people's expense. I know, it's a way to bond and it usually just happens when I want to communicate something that happened...but I know it's wrong and hurtful and I need to stop.
I also need to loose weight. I completely pigged out this weekend and I haven't been making the time to work out. How is this going to work if I don't do that, again? Oh, yeah. Huh. It's not.
Anyhow, trying to figure out this work stuff and this weekend will be Irena's birthday...so I guess even more fun will be had.
This was sort of an inane post, but I guess it was somewhat informative.
I got hired for two jobs. One is ushering at the Joyce theater in Manhattan. They pay, not very well. The hours are flexible and there is a lot room for growth(apparently everyone starts as an usher). The other is stage managing for at least one show at the 13th street rep. theater in Manhattan. This doesn't pay but is really good experience, is really only brief commitments and the woman who runs the theater was excited about me being a writer, apparently they are very famous for putting up new work.
I'm also getting paid to pick up my sister from school.
So, yeah, after a week of shuddering depression, I guess things are starting to look up.
It was a good a weekend. I spent a long ass time with Phil and then went up to Purchase. You don't realize how much you miss just bullshitting with friends until it's gone. At least, I didn't. I've felt that way this whole summer. Every time I'd go off to visit someone, or even just chill and go to the movies, or hell, talk on the phone, it was like a breath of fresh air. I'm lucky that I have friends at home. The people who really trudge it out alone are the truly brave ones. I commend them. Seriously.
I didn't get to spend as much time at Purchase as I would have liked. I'll be back. But I don't want to be there, like, all the time. I don't want to cramp anyone's style.
I need to be a better friend. I always worry that my akwardness and forgetfulness will not let people how much I really care. If someone is consistently in my life, it's because I want them there. I really, really have to stop with the making jokes at other people's expense. I know, it's a way to bond and it usually just happens when I want to communicate something that happened...but I know it's wrong and hurtful and I need to stop.
I also need to loose weight. I completely pigged out this weekend and I haven't been making the time to work out. How is this going to work if I don't do that, again? Oh, yeah. Huh. It's not.
Anyhow, trying to figure out this work stuff and this weekend will be Irena's birthday...so I guess even more fun will be had.
This was sort of an inane post, but I guess it was somewhat informative.