It's been months, I know...sorry. Not that I don't care anymore. It's not you, it's me.
But I'm back, and I have stories!! *yay*
It all started the last week of my freshman year of college, which ended up being a whirlwind adventure. So get ready.
To start off, guess who aced her performance major audition?!? This bitchhhhhh! After months of preparation, I stood up in front of Dr. M and friends, played the Bernstein sonata and Weber's Concerto no.2, and (I would like to think) melted some faces. Before I get too caught up in talking about it, I'll just say how stoked I am. Which is a lot.
I mean, this is totally a huge step, and it opens up a whole lot of doors for me! But even though it makes me one happy lil' fartknocker, being a performance major has created some problems. As if, right?
For example...as much as I loved being a part of my section in marching band last year, which was a lot, I could never kid myself into thinking I liked the marching part of it. Call me whatever you want, I don't care. I hate the long rehearsals, and the fact that it would completely eat up my Saturdays. For these reasons, and because it isn't required of performance majors, I immediately opted out of PMB. In an unprecedented turn of events, my action on this matter provoked an OUTRAGEOUS reaction! I wish some people would understand, it's NOTHING PERSONAL. Just because I'm not gonna go walk around a football field with you and blast my brains out in an un-musical fashion, while I could be working and earning money or practicing, doesn't mean I don't love you!! Damn!! What do you think I am, lame or something??
...well I guess that's the only problem it created. And even then it really isn't a huge problem. Marching band is a weight I've been dying to get off my shoulders for many moons. People just need to understand that. Geuuuuhhhhhh.
Moving on.
THEN came the summer job search. Now, I didn't know most people started looking for summer jobs in February...so one might imagine I was pretty severely POed while having little to no luck in May. By some weird stroke of luck, I ended up being offered 3 jobs in the same week (wtf, right?) - I could either work in the mobile department at Best Buy, be a detasseling supervisor, or do seasonal custodial work for the CR Schools. Naturally, I took the one with the most hours.
Now, I always pictured janitorial workers as somewhat upset to be where they were...so I didn't expect this job to be all sunshine and farts. I show up for my first day of work as summer cleaning personnel at Polk Elementary, and am greeted by the building engineer, Terry, who introduces me to Tina the Lunch Lady and Dirty Dawn.
Picture the classic suburban middle-aged mom. Friendly, crazy about her family, always claiming to watch her figure. Throw in a touch of redneck, and you've got Tina. I worked with her the most, cleaning classroom furniture, floors and walls. The nice part about this was I never felt like I had to say anything, since she talked the day away about"my daughter, Jewell" and "my Husband, Tim" and "my dog, Scooby".
Dawn was, needless to say...something else. I was in constant awe, not only of how she taught me an entirely new meaning of the word "profane", but of how she managed to survive at all. This woman lived on a daily diet of beer, cigarettes, and cheeseburgers. It's like...what?!?
Go to my twitter for some juicy quotes from this one. My personal favorite...
Tina: "Dawn, does your daughter want to go to church this Wednesday?"
Dawn: "She better not..."
Tina: "Why not?"
Dawn: "'Cuz I can't drive after 6."
So.
After a while of working there, I was transferred to Viola Gibson Elementary, which is across town and staffed by a much more intelligent group of tits. Win.
On the downside, I hurt myself at work last week. All the furniture-moving and desk-scrubbing took its toll on the tendons in my right wrist, leaving me with an inflamed carpal tunnel and preventing me from practicing for a few days. Also, that bump I've had on that same wrist forever? Turned out to be a ganglean cyst. Says the doctor: "It's not cancer, but it's not normal."
W00000...so I'm getting that checked out next week. Awesome.
Moving on!
I think most of you who read this know by now that I was involved with someone at the end of the year. For those of you who don't know, don't be alarmed - it was a girl. I won't say who it was, I don't know if she'd want me talking about it so publicly...we broke it off about a week and a half into the summer. She tells me it was because she'd have been away for the whole summer, and it would have been difficult to stay together because of that. Also, the timing was bad, being that the summer had just begun and we live in different cities.
I totally understand and agree with all of that...but being the hopelessly sensitive person I am, I still can't help but wonder if I somehow upset her. And it doesn't change the fact that even though this was a few months ago, I still miss her. I want so badly to talk to her again, but that proves difficult when we're both working all the time, and when I'm just plain nervous that she won't WANT to talk to me. Maybe it's irrational of me to be nervous about such a thing. At the same time, I can't really help it.
I guess only time will tell, hm? :/
MOVING ON...
Among the more exciting things I've done this summer was my visit to the Quad Cities, to visit my beloved quartet!!! Stash and I drove to Bettendorf in June, stayed with Abbey for a few days and we were reunited with the legend himself, Scott Bosco, and the best GBF I could ever ask for, Isaak Sund!! It was a weekend to remember...and it was all the easier to remember, being that there was no alcohol involved :P
I love these people, SO much...if I haven't said it before, I'll say it now; It's as if we were fated to meet. And I can't wait to spend the next 3 years with them by my side :)
Oh, and on a side note...I've been playing in the pit for TCR's production of Guys And Dolls. When they told me they wanted to hire me for the entire run, I literally cried. Ask my dad. I was a mess. It's been awesome, and I'm so stoked to have had this chance...I know now that I have the potential to succeed, in a major way. And it makes me have to pee with excitement.
Btw, I made this -check it out!!! Sorry if you've already seen it and don't care anymore, but I'm still proud of it...
Working on a new one as we speak. So yeah.
K, I've been typing for a pretty long time now, and it's starting to hurt my crippled hand. I hope this update on my life was sufficient!
Peace out, word to your mother, etc.
Bye.
