The good, the bad, and the amazingly fucking awesome. :D
So.
The good:
I got a bank account. I mean, my first individual not-co-signed-with-my-parents checking/savings account. I know, not so thrilling, but it was SUCH a relief, cause on Monday I went in and the woman there was sort of rude. And then she went all "you have to have TWO forms of I.D." So my mom ran back to the house about two blocks away to get it. And when she got back with my birth certificate (I already had my passport, cause my I.C. wasn't supposed to come for another week or two), the lady says "Oh,a nd you also have to have proof of residence. I got SO MAD. Like "you couldn't have said that EARLIER?! What the fuck!" ...I didn't say that out loud, but still. I was hungry and cranky.
Anyway, so I got realy annoyed cause I couldn't get a bank account.
Then the next day, my I.D. comes in the mail! Wha?! I thoguhht that the DMV works at the pace of a turtle! An exceptionally slow turtle! They said I'd get my I.D. in two to three weeks, and I got it in one! Yay! Anyway, I went back to the bank while my mom was out and I got a bank account. I also had the foresight to print out my CCSF reciept for the classes I'm taking (about $300 for 12 credits. Nice), so I got a student account with no monthly fees or ATM charges, either for other banks' ATMs. Yay.
The lady there was nice too. Also I wasn't hungry, and therefore less cranky.
I know, pretty small deal, but I felt so damn competent! Like I could do things on my own without freaking out. It was lovely. I don't get that feeling a lot.
Oh, and Kyla and I have been hanging out a lot. It's been pretty awesome. I love that girl....
The bad:
JUMP! Theatre, the theatre company that emailed me on Halloween of 2007 saying that they would be delighted to do my play, and would present it at the San Francisco Theatre Festival, went ahead and did it without informing me at all. They didn't inform me, they didn't invite me. I've been wondering for MONTHS what was going on and when it was going to happen, and then this one woman emails me going "oh, can I put a 3-minute exerpt of your play on YouTube?" What the FUCK!!!! I got so angry! It's like... urgh. I mean, the more I look at my play the less I like it, but still. It was MINE. MY play, MY story, MY characters, MY words. I feel like they stole it from me, and it really hurts.
Additionally, I had a panic attack. It was about 4 days ago or something... I just freaked out. I've had little mini-panic-attacks for the past year. Little lame ones like a bad "minisode" for a TV show that airs during commercials. So this.... it was a panic attack of epic proportions. Like one of the ones I used to have. It was not fun. VERY not fun. Especially because, since I haven't had one in so long, I was totally ill-equipped to handle it. I didn't remember what to do or anything. I was also really hungry (notice the whole hunger-leads-to-angst motif in this post?), and I KNEW that food would make me feel quite significantly better. Just getting some protein in my system.
But I couldn't. I couldn't even stand! I just lay in my parents' bedroom, feeling miserable and overwhelmed. I ended up calling Amanda (who was at work and freaked out later when she got my message - sorry) and Rachel, my new Allison (i.e. my therapist who won't ever replace the first, but who's actually pretty cool), AND my mom. I had so much to do and I was just freaking out cause every time I got up to DO anything, I just... couldn't. I couldn't even move, I was so paralyzed by my fricking anxiety. I couldn't even eat! So my mom, bless her heart, told me NOT to do anything. Just lie down, watch some junky TV, and wait for her to get home with the dog. I did so, she made us lunch, and I felt infinately better. She told me that I should take a mental health day, which was totally true. I've been running around like crazy since I graduated last week.
...oh, did I forget to mention that I graduated? XD *checks* Oh, no, I got that in the last post. Lovely.
The amazingly fucking awesome:
You wanna know what's amazingly fucking awesome? Do you really?! DO YOU?!?!?!?!
ME GOING TO VISIT AMANDA, THAT'S WHAT IS!!!!!! I can't wait! I'm so excited! Eeeee! I can't wait; Amanda visiting SF was one of the best weeks of my life, and I get to hang out with her for 2 and a half weeks now! Yay!!!!!!! I'm so freaking thrilled, this is gonna be amazing. ...as long as she doesn't get annoyed by me. *nervous*
Well, I'm off to Indiana at 11o'clock tonight. Stopping in Cleveland to change flights, so I'll be there at 10:30 tomorrow morning. I'm so excited.... :D
Illegitimi Non Carborundum, bitches!
-Julie/Tamora
The good:
I got a bank account. I mean, my first individual not-co-signed-with-my-parents checking/savings account. I know, not so thrilling, but it was SUCH a relief, cause on Monday I went in and the woman there was sort of rude. And then she went all "you have to have TWO forms of I.D." So my mom ran back to the house about two blocks away to get it. And when she got back with my birth certificate (I already had my passport, cause my I.C. wasn't supposed to come for another week or two), the lady says "Oh,a nd you also have to have proof of residence. I got SO MAD. Like "you couldn't have said that EARLIER?! What the fuck!" ...I didn't say that out loud, but still. I was hungry and cranky.
Anyway, so I got realy annoyed cause I couldn't get a bank account.
Then the next day, my I.D. comes in the mail! Wha?! I thoguhht that the DMV works at the pace of a turtle! An exceptionally slow turtle! They said I'd get my I.D. in two to three weeks, and I got it in one! Yay! Anyway, I went back to the bank while my mom was out and I got a bank account. I also had the foresight to print out my CCSF reciept for the classes I'm taking (about $300 for 12 credits. Nice), so I got a student account with no monthly fees or ATM charges, either for other banks' ATMs. Yay.
The lady there was nice too. Also I wasn't hungry, and therefore less cranky.
I know, pretty small deal, but I felt so damn competent! Like I could do things on my own without freaking out. It was lovely. I don't get that feeling a lot.
Oh, and Kyla and I have been hanging out a lot. It's been pretty awesome. I love that girl....
The bad:
JUMP! Theatre, the theatre company that emailed me on Halloween of 2007 saying that they would be delighted to do my play, and would present it at the San Francisco Theatre Festival, went ahead and did it without informing me at all. They didn't inform me, they didn't invite me. I've been wondering for MONTHS what was going on and when it was going to happen, and then this one woman emails me going "oh, can I put a 3-minute exerpt of your play on YouTube?" What the FUCK!!!! I got so angry! It's like... urgh. I mean, the more I look at my play the less I like it, but still. It was MINE. MY play, MY story, MY characters, MY words. I feel like they stole it from me, and it really hurts.
Additionally, I had a panic attack. It was about 4 days ago or something... I just freaked out. I've had little mini-panic-attacks for the past year. Little lame ones like a bad "minisode" for a TV show that airs during commercials. So this.... it was a panic attack of epic proportions. Like one of the ones I used to have. It was not fun. VERY not fun. Especially because, since I haven't had one in so long, I was totally ill-equipped to handle it. I didn't remember what to do or anything. I was also really hungry (notice the whole hunger-leads-to-angst motif in this post?), and I KNEW that food would make me feel quite significantly better. Just getting some protein in my system.
But I couldn't. I couldn't even stand! I just lay in my parents' bedroom, feeling miserable and overwhelmed. I ended up calling Amanda (who was at work and freaked out later when she got my message - sorry) and Rachel, my new Allison (i.e. my therapist who won't ever replace the first, but who's actually pretty cool), AND my mom. I had so much to do and I was just freaking out cause every time I got up to DO anything, I just... couldn't. I couldn't even move, I was so paralyzed by my fricking anxiety. I couldn't even eat! So my mom, bless her heart, told me NOT to do anything. Just lie down, watch some junky TV, and wait for her to get home with the dog. I did so, she made us lunch, and I felt infinately better. She told me that I should take a mental health day, which was totally true. I've been running around like crazy since I graduated last week.
...oh, did I forget to mention that I graduated? XD *checks* Oh, no, I got that in the last post. Lovely.
The amazingly fucking awesome:
You wanna know what's amazingly fucking awesome? Do you really?! DO YOU?!?!?!?!
ME GOING TO VISIT AMANDA, THAT'S WHAT IS!!!!!! I can't wait! I'm so excited! Eeeee! I can't wait; Amanda visiting SF was one of the best weeks of my life, and I get to hang out with her for 2 and a half weeks now! Yay!!!!!!! I'm so freaking thrilled, this is gonna be amazing. ...as long as she doesn't get annoyed by me. *nervous*
Well, I'm off to Indiana at 11o'clock tonight. Stopping in Cleveland to change flights, so I'll be there at 10:30 tomorrow morning. I'm so excited.... :D
Illegitimi Non Carborundum, bitches!
-Julie/Tamora