I am immortal, I have inside me blood of kings...
Um...
I'm really happy.
And in comparison with how I felt, oh... last year... or the year before... or the year before that...
Major improvement.
Yay!! Finally out of the rut? I think so.
Moving on...
To this point, Candles & Carols hasn't cramped my style at all. BUT... and this is a big but... we haven't had crazy-long full dress rehearsal yet. And that's never a good experience. So tomorrow, come 5:30, I'll be in my ugly, smelly black dress, getting nasty, crusty makeup put on my face (that will of course work itself off of my face with sweat by the 2nd hour of rehearsal anyway)... and then I'll be sitting on the back row of bleachers for... 5 or 6 hours. With hot lights shining down on me. Surrounded by girls with really bad b.o. (and myself probably with plenty of it to spare).
Meh. Worst night of the year. BUT... it's almost kinda worth it, because the next day... the actual performance... is the BEST day of the year.
Today I critiqued a bunch of people's grammar. It was all written down, but at one point the prof wanted us to say stuff out loud, and nobody was, so I decided I'd say something about some silly, picky grammar issues. Because that's who I am. Picky grammar girl. And normally I tone it down because it got to a point where people hated me because I would always critique their grammar, so now I don't do it unless I'm in class. And it's english class, so you'd think it would go over OK. Well, it went over OK w/ the prof, mainly because she adores me and my picky grammatical tendencies, but not so well with the class. Not that anyone said anything specific, but I heard some girls talking later about how they're sick of hearing about grammar... and then some other girls were talking about someone in the class saying something about their paper and they were like, "Why does she care? It's not her paper..." and I'm 99% sure they weren't talking about me, because I was right there putting my coat on and other people had left the room, but... still. I felt bad. Sometimes I come off really bad. These people tend to like me, though, I think... because I've talked to them on other days and all has been fine. And I didn't mean anything by picking at their grammar. After they look at the paper I wrote on I'm sure they won't have beef with me, because I wrote it in a really nice way. I just didn't say it the way I wanted to out loud. And I made it clear that I was being crazy picky because I just do that, so hopefully they won't be offended.
We can be heroes, just for one day...
I need to work on my HR Management project tonight, because it's due Friday morning and I have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow. I'll probably do all of it tonight. It shouldn't take long, though. I just have to write out a document that shows how I plan to get a job if I tried right now to get one. And since you don't have to actually DO any of it, I can just say all of the things I SHOULD do, not really taking into account how I'll REALLY act when the time comes. So basically I have to put my resume in, which I got 100 on in class already so I know that's good, and then like write about some possible companies I'd like to work for (I have some in mind), what kind of position I would be looking for (entry-level, because quite frankly... I'm not cut out for anything else at this point), how I would go about getting an interview... and I saw that some of the examples had stuff like SWOT analyses and Myers-Briggs tests in it, so I'll probably add something like that because it'll look important and take like 5 seconds to do.
It should be OK. Not really a big deal like other stuff is.
Such as the papers I have to do next week. Although I say that knowing that I kick butt at writing, but it's just the process of sitting down for a couple hours to write a paper that I dread. I love writing, and I have darn good topics to write ABOUT, but I just know I won't be in the mood to do any work until like... next semester. If even then. I've got bad senioritis. All I want to do is hang out and let things slide.
Even though I know I can't do that, because my nature is not the slacker, but the person that slacks until she realizes she'll hate herself for slacking and then buckles down.
Grr. The perils of being a perfectionist.
OK, I'm done writing now. I just noticed it had been a few days. And I don't think anything important has happened in the past few days, since I've just been going to classes and rehearsals... and I went to get stuff at Wendy's w/ Trav last night. But that's nothing out of the ordinary, we do that stuff all the time, it was just nice to do it during C&C week. And frostees are so good...
Oh, on Monday after my music marketing class I was coming back to the dorm to like relax for a few before rehearsal. I walk up the sidewalk and people are spilling out of the doors... fire drill. UGH. So annoying. Anyway, so Danielle came out and we talked, and then my lovely RA Keren walked up and is smiling this sly smile, and asks me about something and I'm like um... and you know about this WHY? (Those of you on the friends list know what I'm talking about.) Apparantly miss Jael has a big mouth. I don't care, I like the attention, but I just thought it was funny that the word is spreading about something so unimportant.
Or maybe it is important, I don't know. I guess I do have people out there rooting for me after all the devastation of the past few years, and they're excited to see me doing well. Something to be thankful for, I suppose.
I love you guys!! Thanks for caring about me.
"It's not my fault you're like IN LOVE with me or something!!"
"See, that's the thing with you plastics. You think that everybody loves you, when actually everybody HATES you."
Glad I'm not really a plastic. I just play one on Halloween.
Toodles.
I'm really happy.
And in comparison with how I felt, oh... last year... or the year before... or the year before that...
Major improvement.
Yay!! Finally out of the rut? I think so.
Moving on...
To this point, Candles & Carols hasn't cramped my style at all. BUT... and this is a big but... we haven't had crazy-long full dress rehearsal yet. And that's never a good experience. So tomorrow, come 5:30, I'll be in my ugly, smelly black dress, getting nasty, crusty makeup put on my face (that will of course work itself off of my face with sweat by the 2nd hour of rehearsal anyway)... and then I'll be sitting on the back row of bleachers for... 5 or 6 hours. With hot lights shining down on me. Surrounded by girls with really bad b.o. (and myself probably with plenty of it to spare).
Meh. Worst night of the year. BUT... it's almost kinda worth it, because the next day... the actual performance... is the BEST day of the year.
Today I critiqued a bunch of people's grammar. It was all written down, but at one point the prof wanted us to say stuff out loud, and nobody was, so I decided I'd say something about some silly, picky grammar issues. Because that's who I am. Picky grammar girl. And normally I tone it down because it got to a point where people hated me because I would always critique their grammar, so now I don't do it unless I'm in class. And it's english class, so you'd think it would go over OK. Well, it went over OK w/ the prof, mainly because she adores me and my picky grammatical tendencies, but not so well with the class. Not that anyone said anything specific, but I heard some girls talking later about how they're sick of hearing about grammar... and then some other girls were talking about someone in the class saying something about their paper and they were like, "Why does she care? It's not her paper..." and I'm 99% sure they weren't talking about me, because I was right there putting my coat on and other people had left the room, but... still. I felt bad. Sometimes I come off really bad. These people tend to like me, though, I think... because I've talked to them on other days and all has been fine. And I didn't mean anything by picking at their grammar. After they look at the paper I wrote on I'm sure they won't have beef with me, because I wrote it in a really nice way. I just didn't say it the way I wanted to out loud. And I made it clear that I was being crazy picky because I just do that, so hopefully they won't be offended.
We can be heroes, just for one day...
I need to work on my HR Management project tonight, because it's due Friday morning and I have a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow. I'll probably do all of it tonight. It shouldn't take long, though. I just have to write out a document that shows how I plan to get a job if I tried right now to get one. And since you don't have to actually DO any of it, I can just say all of the things I SHOULD do, not really taking into account how I'll REALLY act when the time comes. So basically I have to put my resume in, which I got 100 on in class already so I know that's good, and then like write about some possible companies I'd like to work for (I have some in mind), what kind of position I would be looking for (entry-level, because quite frankly... I'm not cut out for anything else at this point), how I would go about getting an interview... and I saw that some of the examples had stuff like SWOT analyses and Myers-Briggs tests in it, so I'll probably add something like that because it'll look important and take like 5 seconds to do.
It should be OK. Not really a big deal like other stuff is.
Such as the papers I have to do next week. Although I say that knowing that I kick butt at writing, but it's just the process of sitting down for a couple hours to write a paper that I dread. I love writing, and I have darn good topics to write ABOUT, but I just know I won't be in the mood to do any work until like... next semester. If even then. I've got bad senioritis. All I want to do is hang out and let things slide.
Even though I know I can't do that, because my nature is not the slacker, but the person that slacks until she realizes she'll hate herself for slacking and then buckles down.
Grr. The perils of being a perfectionist.
OK, I'm done writing now. I just noticed it had been a few days. And I don't think anything important has happened in the past few days, since I've just been going to classes and rehearsals... and I went to get stuff at Wendy's w/ Trav last night. But that's nothing out of the ordinary, we do that stuff all the time, it was just nice to do it during C&C week. And frostees are so good...
Oh, on Monday after my music marketing class I was coming back to the dorm to like relax for a few before rehearsal. I walk up the sidewalk and people are spilling out of the doors... fire drill. UGH. So annoying. Anyway, so Danielle came out and we talked, and then my lovely RA Keren walked up and is smiling this sly smile, and asks me about something and I'm like um... and you know about this WHY? (Those of you on the friends list know what I'm talking about.) Apparantly miss Jael has a big mouth. I don't care, I like the attention, but I just thought it was funny that the word is spreading about something so unimportant.
Or maybe it is important, I don't know. I guess I do have people out there rooting for me after all the devastation of the past few years, and they're excited to see me doing well. Something to be thankful for, I suppose.
I love you guys!! Thanks for caring about me.
"It's not my fault you're like IN LOVE with me or something!!"
"See, that's the thing with you plastics. You think that everybody loves you, when actually everybody HATES you."
Glad I'm not really a plastic. I just play one on Halloween.
Toodles.