Ah. Finally a computer with internettage.
So, I suppose first thing's first.
I've gotten about half of my stuff over to my new apartment, but being a fellow without a vehicle with which to maneuver such things (and without the time to really go home via bus and borrow other vehicles anyway), I've just been sort of living guerilla style. Floor with pillow or sofa with legs hanging over. It's endearing in a collegiate bachelor sort of way.
I'm looking to move furniture over next weekend, or at least all of my books and clothes, so I can actually start sorting things and putting things in their proper place. I still need to vaccuum (the room has been vaccuum'd, but not with a wet vac), and I neglected to bring over more than a few days' supply of undergarments. There's laundry facilities on site, but I still feel more like I'm travelling on vacation than I'm really settled in yet.
Terri's interwebs have been fritzing for a few days, which makes it difficult to really follow Myspace or Facebook happenings on a minute by minute basis, plus the problems of getting Jekyll and Hyde info out to the cast and production staff in a reasonable amount of time. i had to run over to Kinko's the other night and use their interwebs to get done what I needed to get done.
I really am on the 7 year program here. And I can't shake the feeling of being a peat farmer, out in the middle of a bog, harvesting. Yes, something useful is being done, but not nearly at the rate it could be, and surely there are better things I could be doing.
But, for what it's worth, ARC/Sac is home, and it's comfortable, and walking away from it without a degree of some sort or another is worse than just giving up entirely.
This summer was good. Giving up the Fair Oaks Theatre Festival gig was unfortunate but necessary for my own well being and for regaining some perspective on my current situation. No car, stage managing Jekyll (poorly, in my opinion), only taking 2 classes, and letting my social interests fall away are in combination with a new apartment (saving money on gas and food), getting back into physical condition, having the objectivity to undertake Theatre Arts Club projects, having the end of my semester more open and less stressful (I just need to not tech Before Amelia. Remind me, smack me if I consider it. i need to not do it. Like a lot.), and continuing to be one of the top dogs on campus.
It has been a bit of a mental battle, though, between my recent momentum for change and the deep-rooted habits and thought patterns I've held for years. One of those "the more things change, the more they stay the same" things. So long as I keep kicking myself in the butt whenever I see myself falling into old familiar ruts, I'll be fine, but the side effects of my overvigilence can be disheartening. I have to keep concocting and implementing new approaches to people and situations, when if given the comfortable choice I'd avoid and ignore the people and situations entirely.
Sac City this summer was all about going to classes and avoiding relationships and connections with people. And it worked. I made it through classes. I used my breaks to go up to the library and read plays and books and all sorts of interesting intellectual dribble. But that person feels too familiar. Too passe, or maybe blase. Like I've gone that route in a past life or something, and this was my opportunity to try another way. And so here we are. Too proud to retreat, but too comfortable to advance.
I've gotten about half of my stuff over to my new apartment, but being a fellow without a vehicle with which to maneuver such things (and without the time to really go home via bus and borrow other vehicles anyway), I've just been sort of living guerilla style. Floor with pillow or sofa with legs hanging over. It's endearing in a collegiate bachelor sort of way.
I'm looking to move furniture over next weekend, or at least all of my books and clothes, so I can actually start sorting things and putting things in their proper place. I still need to vaccuum (the room has been vaccuum'd, but not with a wet vac), and I neglected to bring over more than a few days' supply of undergarments. There's laundry facilities on site, but I still feel more like I'm travelling on vacation than I'm really settled in yet.
Terri's interwebs have been fritzing for a few days, which makes it difficult to really follow Myspace or Facebook happenings on a minute by minute basis, plus the problems of getting Jekyll and Hyde info out to the cast and production staff in a reasonable amount of time. i had to run over to Kinko's the other night and use their interwebs to get done what I needed to get done.
I really am on the 7 year program here. And I can't shake the feeling of being a peat farmer, out in the middle of a bog, harvesting. Yes, something useful is being done, but not nearly at the rate it could be, and surely there are better things I could be doing.
But, for what it's worth, ARC/Sac is home, and it's comfortable, and walking away from it without a degree of some sort or another is worse than just giving up entirely.
This summer was good. Giving up the Fair Oaks Theatre Festival gig was unfortunate but necessary for my own well being and for regaining some perspective on my current situation. No car, stage managing Jekyll (poorly, in my opinion), only taking 2 classes, and letting my social interests fall away are in combination with a new apartment (saving money on gas and food), getting back into physical condition, having the objectivity to undertake Theatre Arts Club projects, having the end of my semester more open and less stressful (I just need to not tech Before Amelia. Remind me, smack me if I consider it. i need to not do it. Like a lot.), and continuing to be one of the top dogs on campus.
It has been a bit of a mental battle, though, between my recent momentum for change and the deep-rooted habits and thought patterns I've held for years. One of those "the more things change, the more they stay the same" things. So long as I keep kicking myself in the butt whenever I see myself falling into old familiar ruts, I'll be fine, but the side effects of my overvigilence can be disheartening. I have to keep concocting and implementing new approaches to people and situations, when if given the comfortable choice I'd avoid and ignore the people and situations entirely.
Sac City this summer was all about going to classes and avoiding relationships and connections with people. And it worked. I made it through classes. I used my breaks to go up to the library and read plays and books and all sorts of interesting intellectual dribble. But that person feels too familiar. Too passe, or maybe blase. Like I've gone that route in a past life or something, and this was my opportunity to try another way. And so here we are. Too proud to retreat, but too comfortable to advance.