t minus 38 hours and counting

Worked my last shift with Event Services, which was the final performance and strike for a British dance troupe called Phoenix Dance Theatre. Didn't get to see any of the performance, because my job was to sit in the hallway and keep the wall falling down (I was supposed to be available "in case of emergencies"), but I got to work with some of the dancers and their tech, and they were all so nice. They kept thanking us, it was so amusing. One of the dancers needed an icepack, and I ran the length of the theatre department to get one, because I run for injuries; I regretted running later, of course, since my ankle is still screaming 5 hours later, but the dancer was just fine. I also learned how the Dance Studio risers collapse, which is a singularly scary process.

Tomorrow I begin packing, by which I mean I clean up the things that I can before the 'rents come on Monday with suitcases. For my own sake, a list:

• laundry
• shower
• dishes
• clean desk
• clean top of closet and bag shoes
• organise book crates
• return rest of library books
• tell roommate I'm leaving

And for Monday before 'rents arrive (incomplete):

• e-mail professors
• e-mail JT about jobs at Round House
• e-mail David about Olney production manager
• strip bed and bag remaining dirty laundry
• take down whiteboard and cork strip
• pack computer
• take out trash
• pack comforter
• pack toiletries

All actual packing has to wait until the 'rents get here, and then I'll probably be taking them out to Adele's for dinner to spend meal points. I'm probably forgetting things, but I have 24+ hours to figure it all out, and then when they actually get here Mom will help me remember what I've forgotten.

Moving out is much easier than moving in. It's a lot harder to forget things; you just pack everything.

In other news, and in honor of National Poetry Month, I will be including some of my favorite poems in some of my posts. Probably not every one, but at least once or twice a week. So, to kick it off, ( I Am Growing a Glorious Garden, Jack Prelutsky )

Alrighty, back to writing I go.

t minus 38 hours and counting

Worked my last shift with Event Services, which was the final performance and strike for a British dance troupe called Phoenix Dance Theatre. Didn't get to see any of the performance, because my job was to sit in the hallway and keep the wall falling down (I was supposed to be available "in case of emergencies"), but I got to work with some of the dancers and their tech, and they were all so nice. They kept thanking us, it was so amusing. One of the dancers needed an icepack, and I ran the length of the theatre department to get one, because I run for injuries; I regretted running later, of course, since my ankle is still screaming 5 hours later, but the dancer was just fine. I also learned how the Dance Studio risers collapse, which is a singularly scary process.

Tomorrow I begin packing, by which I mean I clean up the things that I can before the 'rents come on Monday with suitcases. For my own sake, a list:

• laundry
• shower
• dishes
• clean desk
• clean top of closet and bag shoes
• organise book crates
• return rest of library books
• tell roommate I'm leaving

And for Monday before 'rents arrive (incomplete):

• e-mail professors
• e-mail JT about jobs at Round House
• e-mail David about Olney production manager
• strip bed and bag remaining dirty laundry
• take down whiteboard and cork strip
• pack computer
• take out trash
• pack comforter
• pack toiletries

All actual packing has to wait until the 'rents get here, and then I'll probably be taking them out to Adele's for dinner to spend meal points. I'm probably forgetting things, but I have 24+ hours to figure it all out, and then when they actually get here Mom will help me remember what I've forgotten.

Moving out is much easier than moving in. It's a lot harder to forget things; you just pack everything.

In other news, and in honor of National Poetry Month, I will be including some of my favorite poems in some of my posts. Probably not every one, but at least once or twice a week. So, to kick it off, ( I Am Growing a Glorious Garden, Jack Prelutsky )

Alrighty, back to writing I go.

Geek Alert!

Oh God, such a music geek. Was listening to "Whenever You're Near Me", an Ace of Base song (shut up, you know you liked "The Sign" when you were in middle school), and started counting modulations. I also do this during "The Song That Goes Like This" from Spamalot. Bad music geek.

Waking up at 7:30a for no reason and then staring at the ceiling until 11a, because I flatly refused to get up. Add to that the frankly psychedelic dreams I had last night, and I'm having a rather odd morning.

Organisation (for my own sake, please ignore):

• laundry (2 loads)
• shower
• dishes
• clean desk
• clean top of closet and bag shoes
• organise book crates
• return rest of library books (17 to go)
• tell roommate I'm leaving

Geek Alert!

Oh God, such a music geek. Was listening to "Whenever You're Near Me", an Ace of Base song (shut up, you know you liked "The Sign" when you were in middle school), and started counting modulations. I also do this during "The Song That Goes Like This" from Spamalot. Bad music geek.

Waking up at 7:30a for no reason and then staring at the ceiling until 11a, because I flatly refused to get up. Add to that the frankly psychedelic dreams I had last night, and I'm having a rather odd morning.

Organisation (for my own sake, please ignore):

• laundry (2 loads)
• shower
• dishes
• clean desk
• clean top of closet and bag shoes
• organise book crates
• return rest of library books (17 to go)
• tell roommate I'm leaving

Wellymuck: Day 6

wellymuck

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

prompt for Day 6
(The Beginnings of Possibility | Day 6 | G | 400 words | 6 of 30)

Feedback is better than chocolate.

Wellymuck: Day 6

wellymuck

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

prompt for Day 6
(The Beginnings of Possibility | Day 6 | G | 400 words | 6 of 30)

Feedback is better than chocolate.