The Craziest Month
Blame the wind or tides, moon or stars, but somehow people always schedule important, time-consuming events at the exact same time. Thus a two-week sprint to Everything:
1. Setting the date when I fly to NYC for my summer internship (with Wiley publishing, acquisitions, presentations, and reviews of book proposals and manuscripts. It’s a paid internship, I get to live in NYC, and it’s publishing. Awesome, except for the whole sub-letting and finding a summer home for my kitten)
2. Fly out to the Phoenix Improv Fest to perform with the Hook, my group from SLC, and hopefully spend crazy amounts of time with SLCillians
3. Midterms- Essay on Wordsworth, American Politics midterm, paper for Senior Capstone Seminar, India History Midterm. Bah.
4. Graduation transcripts, so I figure out how many classes I must take to leap from college into the delicious job market
5. There’s a fellow I’ve been on several dates with. That was terrible grammar, but I refuse to say more for fear of teasing. He’s cute! Cute, people. This is a big step for me; usually I go for the crazy CRAZY crazy ones over the attractive ones.
6. Chicago Improv Festival, in which I’m in charge of hospitality in the Mainstage greenroom. Hospitality within reason, mind you. Unless Greg Giraldo shows up, in which case my sweet Utahan modesty will go flying out the window (accompanied by my shirt).
7. Copy-editing another chapter, and hoping my check for the last two comes in the mail before my birthday
8. My birthday. Only 4 more years and I can rent a car!
9. Jess flying in for CIF and staying on the futon. Hopefully he likes tivo and dance parties, because Kendra and I are obsessed with both. And flashing one another. That’s something only house guests and long-term boyfriends get to enjoy.
10. Finishing lists of things to do.
Right. Off to test the limits of calming power in my SSRI.
1. Setting the date when I fly to NYC for my summer internship (with Wiley publishing, acquisitions, presentations, and reviews of book proposals and manuscripts. It’s a paid internship, I get to live in NYC, and it’s publishing. Awesome, except for the whole sub-letting and finding a summer home for my kitten)
2. Fly out to the Phoenix Improv Fest to perform with the Hook, my group from SLC, and hopefully spend crazy amounts of time with SLCillians
3. Midterms- Essay on Wordsworth, American Politics midterm, paper for Senior Capstone Seminar, India History Midterm. Bah.
4. Graduation transcripts, so I figure out how many classes I must take to leap from college into the delicious job market
5. There’s a fellow I’ve been on several dates with. That was terrible grammar, but I refuse to say more for fear of teasing. He’s cute! Cute, people. This is a big step for me; usually I go for the crazy CRAZY crazy ones over the attractive ones.
6. Chicago Improv Festival, in which I’m in charge of hospitality in the Mainstage greenroom. Hospitality within reason, mind you. Unless Greg Giraldo shows up, in which case my sweet Utahan modesty will go flying out the window (accompanied by my shirt).
7. Copy-editing another chapter, and hoping my check for the last two comes in the mail before my birthday
8. My birthday. Only 4 more years and I can rent a car!
9. Jess flying in for CIF and staying on the futon. Hopefully he likes tivo and dance parties, because Kendra and I are obsessed with both. And flashing one another. That’s something only house guests and long-term boyfriends get to enjoy.
10. Finishing lists of things to do.
Right. Off to test the limits of calming power in my SSRI.