College . . . Go figure.

Stepped into a bathroom stall to find an open box of pregnancy tests . . . now what kind of result would leave them so absent minded as to forget the rest of their tests?

I'm kinda dumb.

Calm

Half an hour before class, I reached the thrilling end to my novel, in which it had been snowing for the last few chapters. I closed the book, contented with the ending & looked outside to see a blanket of snow blurring the view of the campus.

And I am inside in the warmth, with no work staring me in the face & the end of the semester nearing with the gift of a month & a half of vacation.

So, I did something incredibly stupid today . . .

Seen that episode of The Big Bang Theory where one of the geeky guys who thinks he can't get a date with the hot chick just asks her? And then she says yes? And then she asks who all is coming & in a panic, he tells her that 3 of his friends are? And then makes an excuse for his three absent friends once the 'date' comes around? Well, if you haven't, I basically told you everything you need to know to appreciate my pathetic story.

I did it backwards.

I have a crush on this guy & everyone's going, "Go for it!" But I've never gone for anything & have never been in a relationship. So I don't know what the hell to do to go for it. i don't even really know what "it" is! So I tug in the back of his jacket & as he turns around I tell him that I'm staying late today, wanna go have dinner after your dance class with me . . . . . (& nervousness took over) & Lindsay? Sure. So then I invite Eric. Cause I'm still nervous. & I wind up hanging out with two other friends & THEY wind up coming to dinner too! AND one of them is his EX!!!! AND her FATHER shows up & winds up coming with us too! And once we got to the table, we've got me, Will, Lindsay, Eric, Irene, Abby, Abby's father, & some random girl whose name I never got . . . but she knew who I was . . .

AND THEN Will had to leave after like 20 minutes to go train a friend . . .

Snow

The weather was on & predicting snow. My mother hates snow. So, as she walks by me with Niles sitting on my shoulder, she cries dramatically, "Don't snow on me!!!!!" & on cue, Niles does a big shake & a cloud of bird dander goes wafting toward my mother.

I love my bird. I love all the animals here. And their weird relationships.

An odd sort of harmony . . .

A walking medical wreck.

First of all, I’m an idiot. Most of my issues can be dealt with or avoided by simply having half a brain in my head. But, y’all know how it goes . . . we only use 30% of our brains, & unfortunately, the part of my brain that would say, “you idiot, you just have to take care of yourself” is the dormant part. And everything is flaring up at once.

Let’s start from the bottom & work my way up.

My Toes.

It’s been a month since I stood on one foot for hours in those wretched heels that I wore for Halloween, & while the numbness in three of my toes has gone, they still feel funny. And I wonder if I should worry . . .

The Balls of My Feet.

Those wretched heels? I wore them Friday. Must’ve slipped my mind that I’d be walking a mile up to TC to see the show. The balls of my feet are now bruised. But I deserve that.

My Right Ankle.

For about a week & a half, my right ankle has been considerably weak. Sometimes after I’ve been off it for a while, I’ll go to stand up & it just won’t support me. Although, I don’t blame it . . . I’ve been on crutches so many times I’ve lost count. Tendons, ligaments, sprains, you name it, my ankles have been through it. Except a broken bone. Fracture once, but no break . . .

My Left Knee.

This is what prompted this post. All my issues piled up & it makes for a good rant & a display of an impressive list of injuries, but this one is the only one that really worries me. In my unprofessional opinion, it’s probably tendonitis – which I’ve hand in my arm, but not in my knee before, so I don’t really know what it would feel like specifically, but it seems to be acting the same way – which includes not hurting ALL THE TIME . . . just occasional flare-ups when I really use the joint. Tendonitis heals in 9 months. And I noticed it during the summer . . . that’s when the treadmill started gathering dust because if I walked for more that 20 minutes, I’d be sore in my knee for days. So hopefully, I’ll be good as new at the end of next semester.

My Left Arm.

I have a ganglion cyst in my left wrist that I’ve learned to live with . . . but there’s also a little bit of pooling of fluids on the other side of my wrist – which sometimes makes an unpleasant squishing sound when I knit. Oh & also, my arm clicks when I knit. If I twist it, it just clicks. Doesn’t hurt . . . just weirds people out. Every now & then I worry a little, but I really don’t like going to the doctor. Frankly, I’m tired of asking, “What’s wrong now?” & my threshold for pain is usually such that I don’t have to go to the doctor unless it has something to do with one of my issues that make me pass out all the time.

My Neck.

Here’s another idiot pain. I’ve been sleeping on the couch. I forget why I started, but I got used to it. I’m a creature of habit & compulsion, so I’m going on four moths now & it’s getting to me physically. I just have to go back up into my room.

My Nose.

I have the sniffles. :(

My Head.
Headaches. Bad ones. Not migraines . . . those are actually only triggered by my father to the best of my knowledge, but they still hurt. Ow. Luckily, I'm in college . . . there aren't any rules against carrying Tylenol around.

Fortinbras Project

In my Intro to Theatre design class, we are each to design a set & two costumes for the play Fortinbras. To the left is my finished model in 1/4 inch scale. So the figure standing in the middle of the set is an inch & a half high. The scene I chose is scene 4 . . . . where Ophelia's ghost shows up & kicks out Frortinbras's chicks & has sex with him. The scene takes place in the bedchamber.





The idea of the bed being up on platforms was to make the two girls who came in look more comical when they climbed into the bed. Fortinbras & Horatio climb the steps created by the downstage side of the platforms & sit on the bed. On the upstage side, there are no steps & there is no space to step on next to the bed, so the girls have to climb from the stage level onto the bed. Funny. If done properly . . . but my actors are 1 1/2 inches high, & seem to be largely under my control, so no worries. :)



That prayer bench was hell to make. I can make a bed & a chair & a couch, & maybe a desk, but I had no idea what I was doing when I made that . . . & it was not at all stable, so it's glued to the wall. The doors are inset about a quarter of an inch. And I threw in a couple more wall sconces. After a few drafts of the tapestry, I decided to just make it nondescript.






Umm . . . by the way . . . those bricks in the wall . . . each individually drawn . . . no photocopy tricks.