a return to unseen (no reruns, please)
It has been so long since I last posted, I'm intimidated to begin writing online again. So much has happened; it seems difficult to condense it in any meaningful way. I might have to start with small posts. To try and pass some excuses, the rest of the college quarter was extremely busy, my visit home jam packed trying to fit in everyone, and now I am not blessed with internet in my apartment, so I must trek to the library for e-mail purposes. I think my life has taken a change towards being more truthful to myself and others. I saw these lies that crippled my sister in high school, at times my best friend, and still plague my mom to the point of creating an impossibly complicated web. The burden I was causing another finally hit me. I hope, for my own sanity and soul, I can keep my life on this path.
I'm in Chicago teaching various workshops to kids in a University Theater program called Summer Drama Workshop. It hardly takes up all my time, however, and I've been unsuccessful in finding another job for the summer. It ends much earlier than I realized, (August 6), so I am left with an enormous void in my summer I don't know what to do with. I was offered a position stage managing and/or assistant directing a show directed by a UofC alum. Yet I have no paying job still. It would be a really great opportunity, yet I desperately miss home. And this would reduce my visit in the fall to a weekend only. If I went home and temped, I could actually save my money (rather than having to spend it on groceries, etc.). As smart and resilient as I may think I am, my dad was right about this whole living 'on my own' issue. I make budgets with my salary and have enough for rent and food, yet there always seem to be unexpected expenses; the ones you don't even see coming are the ones that keep you from making end's meat. After listening to his rants and reading Nickel and Dimed, I still thought I could do it on my own for some arrogant reason. I don't even have insurance to pay. As long as I can pay the rent I suppose.
I have to go, as the owner of this computer (who was kind enough to allow me to use if for a bit) will be returning soon. I hope to do my best to catch up with friends' livejournals over the next week.
I'm in Chicago teaching various workshops to kids in a University Theater program called Summer Drama Workshop. It hardly takes up all my time, however, and I've been unsuccessful in finding another job for the summer. It ends much earlier than I realized, (August 6), so I am left with an enormous void in my summer I don't know what to do with. I was offered a position stage managing and/or assistant directing a show directed by a UofC alum. Yet I have no paying job still. It would be a really great opportunity, yet I desperately miss home. And this would reduce my visit in the fall to a weekend only. If I went home and temped, I could actually save my money (rather than having to spend it on groceries, etc.). As smart and resilient as I may think I am, my dad was right about this whole living 'on my own' issue. I make budgets with my salary and have enough for rent and food, yet there always seem to be unexpected expenses; the ones you don't even see coming are the ones that keep you from making end's meat. After listening to his rants and reading Nickel and Dimed, I still thought I could do it on my own for some arrogant reason. I don't even have insurance to pay. As long as I can pay the rent I suppose.
I have to go, as the owner of this computer (who was kind enough to allow me to use if for a bit) will be returning soon. I hope to do my best to catch up with friends' livejournals over the next week.