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Sitting here staring at this thing - big empty box I can't even begin to fill with experiences from the last three weeks. I knew the world would look different from the other side of Star Wars, but christ.
I'm back on LJ, at any rate, or at least I guess I am. I haven't touched my flist in at least two weeks, so if anything monumental has happened in your life (or someone else's, or fandom), please do let me know, because otherwise I'll be confused and too ashamed to admit it.
Okay, so the line. We raised over $47,000 for our charity, which is $14,000 more than the previous two lines combined. Opening night, everyone cleaned up and donned suits and dresses. We had perfect weather and a red carpet and a spotlight spinning through the sky. I think it might've been the most incredible night of my life. In the theatre, before the public came in, I was so elated and breathless from screaming that I couldn't stand up for fear of passing out. And the people - I did something right to meet this crazy new band of assholes. I don't know what it was, but I'm thrilled beyond belief to have done it. They've consistently made life that much more livable.
Since then, of course, I've crashed. Real life is reasonably shitty at the moment. I've gotten screwed over at work - my happy 11-6 schedule for the summer has been replaced by four days starting at 7.30am, two of which are ten hours long. It was mornings or weekends, and as long as I'm spending all my spare time with real grown-ups, I need my weekends. I think I've alienated everyone who wasn't a part of the line. I seem to have lost a lot of weight during the line, too, which I guess is alright, although more than a bit alarming. I know rationally that things will get better, but right now I can barely see how.
But the movie, man. I fucking love the movie. All eight times. :D
I'm back on LJ, at any rate, or at least I guess I am. I haven't touched my flist in at least two weeks, so if anything monumental has happened in your life (or someone else's, or fandom), please do let me know, because otherwise I'll be confused and too ashamed to admit it.
Okay, so the line. We raised over $47,000 for our charity, which is $14,000 more than the previous two lines combined. Opening night, everyone cleaned up and donned suits and dresses. We had perfect weather and a red carpet and a spotlight spinning through the sky. I think it might've been the most incredible night of my life. In the theatre, before the public came in, I was so elated and breathless from screaming that I couldn't stand up for fear of passing out. And the people - I did something right to meet this crazy new band of assholes. I don't know what it was, but I'm thrilled beyond belief to have done it. They've consistently made life that much more livable.
Since then, of course, I've crashed. Real life is reasonably shitty at the moment. I've gotten screwed over at work - my happy 11-6 schedule for the summer has been replaced by four days starting at 7.30am, two of which are ten hours long. It was mornings or weekends, and as long as I'm spending all my spare time with real grown-ups, I need my weekends. I think I've alienated everyone who wasn't a part of the line. I seem to have lost a lot of weight during the line, too, which I guess is alright, although more than a bit alarming. I know rationally that things will get better, but right now I can barely see how.
But the movie, man. I fucking love the movie. All eight times. :D