I'ma start blogging, I swear.
Like, I'm gonna start blogging. Right now. While i'm in the middle of eating my Subway sandwich for dinner.....
On that note:
WHY DOES SUBWAY ONLY GIVE YOU ONE NAPKIN?
I do not understand : (
I hate group projects, or projects that require partners. Because I feel like I'm the only one worried about the assignment and the grade, but I have to rely on other people to help get stuff done.
I'm already stretched to the limit just to handle my classes everyday (Have you SEEN me this semester? I am a walking NUTCASE.)
The fact that i'm the only one putting forth any effort in these projects is pissing me off TREMENDOUSLY.
I'm tired of newspaper writing. I'm so sick of it. So sick, so sick of being tired, and oh so tired of being sick.
I'm tired of hour-long classes (I'm tired of the fact that I had to use proper AP Style right there, that I can't just write, I have to THINK about everything.) where the teachers do nothing but give you a pep talk.
I'm tired of teachers not understanding things. Call me on it, but I think even if you are a French teacher from a French-speaking country, you should have to have a certain level of skill in English to be able to communicate with us and teach us.
"You understand what mean by 'Genie'?" "You understand 'magic stick'?"
I'm tired of painting. Or rather, I'm tired of paint fumes and messes and painting inside the lines.
I'm tired of lazy ass people working in the scene shop. Oh-my-fucking-god. So you had to move a fucking heavy rail from the black box to the steel room. SO DID I. STOP BITCHING AND WHINING. Seriously, they had to take a 10-minute break to recover from the long haul. Meanwhile, I got conked in the leg with the rail twice, and have two knots/bruises to show for it, but I still kept working. I went to the scene shop at 11 this morning, didn't take a lunch break, and stayed after an extra 45 minutes to help Mihai paint some set pieces that someone else fucked up. I left at 5:45 pm. No breaks. No bitching. But those girls. Oh my god. I wanted to throw 2x4's at them.
*mean face*
I want to swing. The set of the play that we've been building in the shop has a swing. Probably not the best idea to try and swing on that swing, but nonetheless, I want to swing.
Today I learned I have ninja skills.
No, really.
I was in the elevator in the theater, and it stopped at the mezzanine, and Scott was backing up into the elevator with some sound equipment, and he was talking to Sarah, but he wasn't far enough into the elevator that I would have been in his peripheral vision.
So when he finally backed into the elevator and saw me standing in the corner, he literally jumped .
He was like, "I didn't see you there! I would have stopped talking and said Hi if I had seen you."
So for the rest of the day, every time we passed each other in the shop, he made sure to say "Hi, Megan! I see you now!"
LMAO. I'm pretty sure everyone else in the theater thought we were absolutely ridiculous.
Also, have you ever tried painting risers with black paint, which are beside black risers, while the lighting designer is utilizing dark time to do stuff with the lights?
Painting black in pitch-blackness = FAIL.
The skin on my fingertips is peeling and I don't know why. I could understand this if I had been playing guitar recently, or something. But I haven't. Why are you so peely, skin?
It makes the paint stick in the crevices and I do not like it one bit.
I'm doing my French homework, and trying to translate this sentence about having to scrub paint off of my fingers, and apprently "scrub" translated to "frotter" and that is just OMFG LMAO. *insert wicked grin HERE* Too much slash has gone to my head. OMG. Not even gonna lie.
The way the word "Name" is written in French is "Nom". and of course, that makes me think NomNomNomNomNom. *is hungry*
People in the theater were singing "Eddie's Teddy" today, and it makes me ridiculouly excited for Rocky Horror. Jerome's set renderings are the most awesome things I have seen lately. I don't know how we're going to pull off making this stuff, but it is going to be EPIC.
The arthritis in my knees is killing me .
I shouldn't have arthritis. I am 20 years old, godammit.
Currently being burned by Cheesy Taco Hamburger Helper. It was boiling when I took it out of the microwave. Some of the cheese sauce just dripped on me, and I think I can see bone where the skin disappeared from the burn. Ow ow ow ow ow.