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managing the stress and NaPlWriMo '09 [Oct. 30th, 2009|09:40 am]
[mood | sooo tired.]
[music |same song as last time because I reread that entry before posting :)]

Quick update. The stress is a bit more manageable now. I missed the set strike last Sunday because I wasn't feeling well (see previous entry about how I stress myself into feeling sick :P). I wrote a new ten-minute play last week and got some good feedback on it. It still needs a better ending before Sunday, but I should be submitting that one to the Kennedy Center competition. I also decided to just submit my "hospital" play in ten-minute form even though it will be better as a one-act. The one-act version won't be ready in time, so I'll submit it in one-act form next year. And last Sunday (when I was missing the strike), I also got some revisions done on my full-length for class last Monday. They went well, but I still need to find what exactly that play is about so that it feels like it's moving forward rather than just a handful of (hopefully) entertaining scenes. Today is Friday, and I have my first free weekend in a month. It's very nice knowing that I don't have to run out to the theater right after work and do the box office. But I do need to get my ten-minute plays together and submitted before Sunday. And I decided to do NaPlWriMo again even though I won't get to "win" because I don't have a new play to start. I also volunteered to be one of their bloggers on the website. Should be fun. I'm hoping the community there helps me keep going on my full-length play since I really need to develop it this month.
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stress wall. [Oct. 20th, 2009|04:59 pm]
[mood | ?!!???!!??!]
[music |Four Squirrels - Mighty KC]

I am so out-of-my-mind beyond frazzled right now. I've totally hit one of my metaphorical stress walls and all my nerves are shot and I have zero patience or coping capabilities. I had set out to email one of my professors with some play questions and realized there was no way I was going to make coherent sense in anything I tried to write at this point. I had been juggling everything just fine and then it all sort of came crashing down at once. I have to work nine hours per day for the rest of this week. I have to work the box office on Friday night and Saturday afternoon and night. Probably see the Saturday afternoon show because I haven't seen it yet and it would look bad if I didn't even go see my own professor's show. Sunday I have to spend all day tearing the set down. Monday I have to workshop revisions of the start of my full-length. AND I'm supposed to have two polished ten-minutes and ideally a polished one-act to submit for the Kennedy Center festival by the end of the month. Which is like next week. And it just all piled up and I'm mentally exhausted every day and I feel like there's just not enough time to get everything done. Waking up for work at 8 rather than at 9 has been killing me... for some reason that one extra hour is a lot harder for me. And since I wake up earlier I'm too dead tired at night to get the writing I'd like done. Now I have all these thoughts like "I don't know how to write ten-minute plays" and "how the hell can I do revisions when I'm not even entirely sure where the goddamn play is going yet???" running through my head. And Oskar wriggled out of his collar and Marmalade is tearing about the room like a maniac and everything is just exploding everywhere. I knew there would be times like this during the program. I was fully prepared for it. And I try to stay focused on the longterm and to tell myself that this is only a year and looking back it will feel like nothing. But right now I'm just feeling panicked and totally pressed for time and completely burned out even though I haven't really DONE anything yet. Anyway. yeah. I think it is time for shower to try to calm my nerves somewhat. Then I'll read some more August: Osage County because it's supposed to help me figure out how to structure my current piece-o-crap full-length. Then when I'm mentally stable enough again I can try to get some actual writing accomplished. Or something. 
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a good play and a bad play [Oct. 2nd, 2009|09:32 am]
[mood | thinking about the full-length]
[music |that song with "everything keeps happening in the most peculiar way" from tv]


I'm having such a hard time getting my full-length play started. Which is really bad because I have to workshop a good 20 pages or so in class on Monday (it's currently Friday). I really need to get going on it.

Tuesday's class this past week was one of those days that I'll have to remember when I inevitably have really awful reviews at some point this semester/year. I presented a new 10-minute play that I was really worried about. I thought it was really rough and at times told too much (as in "show, don't tell") but at other times failed to get its point across. But everyone loved it. It was a really sad little piece, and when the reading was over the professor said "well, that was just horrible!" but he said it in a way that you knew he meant the emotion was so affecting because the play was good. It got lots of positive feedback. And it was nice because moments like that help me feel like I really do belong in the program and didn't just somehow make it past the admissions committee because all their other writing samples were burned up or something. :P

I also earlier this week got a nicely worded "no thank you" from a 10-minute festival that I submitted to back in August. It was a very encouraging and nice letter though, plus I didn't feel hurt at all because I wasn't expecting my play to make it in... I was more just sending something for the experience of getting used to sending work out. I hadn't been able to get a new 10-minute play together in time, so I shortened one I'd written for my MFA applications that was originally about 20 minutes. The 20 minute version got weak towards the end, but I had to cut so much to fit it into 10 minutes that it probably felt choppy.

So that's where I am writing-wise now. Desperately need to get going on the full-length. I won't have time to write a new 10-minute for Tuesday, but I do want to get one more together so I can workshop it before the end of the month when Kennedy Center submissions are due. And I start my work on the box office for the Playwrights' Theatre production of Little Black Dress (my professor's play) tonight. I can't believe it's already October. The year is going to go by so fast.
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family updates and stuff [Sep. 23rd, 2009|12:53 pm]
[mood | mentally drained.]
[music |I have something stuck in my head but can't quite figure out what it is.]


I figured that perhaps I should post some general life updates because I don't think I've gotten to talk to many people lately. hmm. I think pretty much everyone by now has heard about my father's going in for radiation to treat the prostate cancer that was found this summer. That starts next week, I think. I'm not sure I mentioned to anyone though that he had a really serious tooth/gums infection last week. He woke up one morning looking like he'd been punched in the face--it was all swollen and puffy on one side. My family, of course, does not have dental insurance. And my father is already missing lots of his top front teeth from an incident when I was in college that caused all of his caps to fall out. So they were calling around different dentists in the city and finally found one who would see him for a preliminary exam for only a $100 down payment. I helped out with some of that, and he went in and came out with a prescription for antibiotics, a painkiller, and an OTC stomach-settler dealie so that the antibiotics wouldn't make him feel sick. He had to take the antibiotics for a week, and the infection looks a lot better now and isn't swelled up anymore. But at his dentist visit they said it was so bad that they'll have to pull all of his remaining top teeth and give him dentures. And his bottom teeth needed something called "scaling," but I keep forgetting to look that up and see what it actually involves. My mother just now signed up for her dental plan so that the rest of his treatments can be covered, but now he has to wait until October 1, when she'll be officially put in the dental plan's system, to make his next appointment. And it was a really good thing that the infection got so bad that it swelled up so much... he had felt his teeth bothering him for about a week before that and hadn't said anything, and I guess starting radiation with an infection elsewhere in your body = not good. So he has those two big things coming up in October.

I think that's it for the family updates. It is now time to get back to review-issue-ing for work.
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ads? [Sep. 17th, 2009|09:49 pm]
[mood | feel like complaining.]
[music |I think I have Freedom '90 stuck in my head somehow...]

I obviously haven't been posting much for the past few months, but why the hell are there ads on my journal if I go to my page without being logged in? eww. I thought the difference between basic accounts versus sponsored accounts was that sponsored meant you got some of the paid account privileges with the tradeoff of having ads on your journal. Basic account holders like myself would see ads on the homepage if we weren't logged in and on the pages of sponsored account users all the time, and paid account users would be ad free as long as they were logged in. Did I misunderstand that? Did it change at some point? I didn't want ads on my journal, hence the basic account status. It looks all ugly now. 
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first real week of classes [Sep. 17th, 2009|02:38 pm]
[mood | lots to do.]
[music |Weezer's "Susanne" stuck in my head]

I'm trying to update more regularly even though I don't really have anything of value to say. I've had three class meetings so far for school, and I'm really liking it even though it's still early on. On Monday we had actors read through the ten-minute plays we had to write in the two weeks before the start of school. I was less terrified of hearing my work read out loud than I had been back in college when my thesis play had the staged reading. Which is especially impressive considering that this was a really rough first draft and my thesis had gone through several revisions and had been looked at by several advisors and readers. I actually had more of a meltdown during my initial introduction, where the professor asked each of us about where we were with our writing and who our influences were and all of that. I had this big mental panic where I was afraid I'd made myself sound like a total airhead, and I had cry-in-the-bathroom time shortly afterward when we took a five-minute break. Hearing the play read was easy in comparison. I personally thought it was just all right, nothing special, but at least not painfully worse than the quality of everyone else's work. But when I emailed the professor later that day to double-check the title of a movie he told me to check out, he said my play showed "genuine sophistication." I wanted to write back and be like, "umm, you DO remember which play was mine, right?"

Tuesday we had our second meeting of the class that is going to focus primarily on shorter work--ten-minute plays and one-acts. We are going to have to have two ten-minute plays revised and ready to go by October 31 because the director of the playwriting program wants to submit them all to this annual student writing competition at the Kennedy Center. woo, impending rejection! I might try to develop the ten-minute I wrote for the Monday class (the one with "genuine sophistication") and then write a second one in a totally different style. For Tuesday we were supposed to bring in a short opening scene in which dialogue was pared down to a minimum and it got the audience interested and left them wanting more. I was exhausted Monday night, after 1.5 hours of work, 3 hours of class, and another 2.5 hours of work, and when I went to turn on my laptop that night to get working on this assignment, the monitor was having a breakdown. It's done this a couple times before too. It turns a sickly yellow color instead of the nice light grey and is all scrambled and jumpy like a dirty VHS tape. It's somehow magically fixed itself each time it's done this in the past, but it took about half an hour this most recent time. I was so mentally drained after that. So I decided to cut all but the first two pages out of this long-abandoned partial draft I'd done a few years ago... I'd wanted at some point to see if there was anything at all saveable in it, and I figured what better time to attempt that than in the very beginning of the class. So I had that one read out loud on Tuesday, and I got some good advice on how to rework it. I think I can make a ten-minute play out of it (when I originally attempted writing it I had no idea that the ten-minute format existed). I don't know if it will be a very GOOD ten-minute play, but I'll give it a try anyway.

So that's where I am for classes right now. I have to read Uncle Vanya by Chekhov and then see David Mamet's production of Vanya on 42nd Street and talk about them in next Monday's class... the professor thinks it will help me with this family drama I have floating around in my head. I'm halfway through the play and still need to track down the dvd. And I'm supposed to workshop the start of a full-length (aforementioned family drama) two weeks from Monday, so I really need to get going on that as well because it's not started yet. For Tuesday we're supposed to be working on a ten-minute play, whether it's based on the scene-openers we just did or something completely different. I might like I said try to get some feedback on the one I'd written for the first Monday class because that when it's done can hopefully be one of my Kennedy Center pieces. The craziness just never stops.  

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new furniture and classes starting [Sep. 9th, 2009|12:08 pm]
[mood | busy]
[music |Full House in the background]

09/09/09... I enjoy symmetrical dates, and there's not many of them left for a long time. The good thing is that hopefully those stupid New Year sunglasses will be a thing of the past.

I've gotten a lot done since my last update. I am moved back into Somerville in my little attic space. I picked out a new bedroom set (bed, bureau, nightstand, and a really nice desk with a hutch over it for lots of storage) at Bernie and Phyl's and qualified for a free tv because I spent so much. :P  Getting all the new things up here was ridiculous though. Attempt 1 involved the boxspring, mattress, bureau, nightstand and desk... the bed itself and the hutch weren't in stock and would arrive later. But first the full-size boxspring wouldn't fit up the attic steps, and then the delivery guys couldn't even get the bureau up my grandmother's steps to the second floor. I was really surprised and wanted to tell them to try harder, but I didn't want to sound like an elitist jerk so I trusted them. He also said there was no way the desk was going to fit and didn't even try it. And I was home by myself and didn't know what to do so I just had them take everything back until I could figure it out. My mother called my uncle who had helped my grandmother move in furniture in the past and my other aunt and uncle who had lived up in the attic for a few years, and they all thought that my stuff should fit. And we measured the staircase dimensions and compared them to the furniture dimensions, and I didn't think we'd have any issues (although it is hard to predict how the twist in the staircase will affect everything). We took down the railings in my grandmother's stairs that my uncle had recently installed and asked Bernie and Phyl's to try again. I also went to Sleepy's and special-ordered a split low-profile full boxspring because Bernie and Phyl's didn't carry split fulls. Then in Attempt 2 (mattress sans boxspring, bureau, desk, nightstand) everything went up ok. They actually did things like taking the drawers out of the bureau this time... I swear they were just being lazy the first time. The desk was a really tight squeeze since it's so long and wide, but we got it in.

The timing worked out nicely on the rest of my stuff, and Sleepy's delivered by boxspring last Thursday and Bernie and Phyl's delivered my hutch and bed on Friday. The Sleepy's delivery went fine, but Attempt 3 from Bernie and Phyl's was another horror show. They were late because the truck had broken down, and they were getting lazy and pissy again. The headboard was not fitting up the attic stairs, and we finally told them to just leave it on the second floor so my family could try it alone later. The guy once again tried to tell me that the desk hutch was definitely not going to fit, and I told him that that's what he said about both the bureau and the desk and they fit just fine when they actually tried. :P  And sure enough, when they tried, it went up on the first try with no issues whatsoever. They were just being lazy-asses again. Later that night my brother and mother tried to get the headboard up, and there was literally about one inch less space than we needed. So my brother had to pull back the carpet at the corner of the steps and cut a small square out of the (cheap) floor underneath to give us the extra space we needed. And it finally got up the stairs, yay! So now my room is finally fully set up, aside from my free tv which will be in stock in about two weeks. The only thing is that my attic ceilings are severely sloped, and I only have a full-height ceiling in the center of the room, one wall of which is taken up by a closet and the other by the windows. When the desk hutch arrived, I had to move the desk to where my bookcase had been, blocking the closet, because it was too tall to fit anywhere else. And I had to (hopefully temporarily) stick my bookcase blocking one of the windows right next to my bed, where it looks really stupid. If I can find a way to prop up the shelves I can maybe lean the bookcase on its side and create a makeshift low-but-long bookcase against one of the free low walls. Other than the slope issues (and narrow winding staircase), it's a nice little space that feels almost like a studio without the bathroom and kitchen.

And, in addition to all of that, my classes started yesterday! yay! There's a puppie named Nicolas who comes to work with one of the theater staff guys and wanders around the theater offices... I like him. The workshop yesterday was the one that is going to focus more on shorter pieces, and the one that hasn't met yet will focus on longer plays. We have a short assignment due for the class we haven't had yet that I think is supposed to get us used to the workshop format and giving/receiving feedback before we start the longer pieces. The professor of the class we had yesterday has collaborated with a guy who's written music for Disney movies... that makes me very happy. He's also written songs for the mid-90s PBS show The Puzzle Place.

And now I'm working weird hours on Mondays and Tuesdays when my classes meet and starting early/staying late on the other work days to make up the hours I miss at class. It kind of helps though because when I feel sad there is always stuff I have to get done to distract me. I keep losing my internet connection today, which is really annoying. But lunch is just about over so I should post this and try to finish my figure upload that keeps getting lost when the connection drops.

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fun with listmaking. [Jul. 29th, 2009|12:25 pm]
[mood | complete nervous wreck.]
[music |more Full House... Joey and Jesse singing "Happy Trails" with forest animals]

I've been a complete and total wreck lately. The fact that my poor kitten seems like he can't breathe in this heat isn't helping at all. He has a vet appointment Friday morning because he's been panting off and on the past couple days. In an attempt to save what's left of my sanity, I decided to do some listmaking. It is better than watching the Rusty episodes of Full House on my lunchbreak anyway. (And if Danny thinks he can fix his dilemma of trying to see DJ's play and Stephanie's science fair at the same time by staying at Stephanie's science fair for awhile and then making to the play in time for scene two, which would make him miss science fair judging and get him to the play when DJ's character is already dead, why doesn't he just switch it up and go to the play for scene 1, leave when DJ gets killed off, and make it to the science fair in time for judging? Stupid writers. I guess it doesn't matter since he falls asleep and misses them both and the girls realize what an awesome dad he is for working so hard to be there for them, but still. An easy solution that none of them thought of. But anyway.)

Stuff that Needs to Happen for Moving
-Pack up smaller things like clothes, cds/dvds, books, video games, and all that into boxes.
-Get the kitties and their stuff back to Somerville, preferably in advance.
-Have a driver help me rent a van.
-Plan it so that I won't end up here sans-internet-access on a work day.
-Make sure there's enough boxes for everything.

Stuff to Do Post-Move but Pre-Classes
-Vacuum out attic and most likely clean the rug (and actually should also add "make sure taking over the attic for a year is ok").
-Find a place for stuff that is currently in the attic.
-Arrange attic so that it feels as much like a tiny little studio as possible.
-Buy a desk for work/writing/all of that.
-Look into making an Ikea trip for any stuff I need.
-Get a rough draft of a play written!
-Doctors appointment so BU knows I am all up-to-date on shots and won't infect their students. :P
-Get UMass transcript for transfer credit.
-Show BU Holy Cross transcript as proof that I have taken the equivalent of at least 4th semester Spanish.
-Figure out my schedule for working once classes start.

Stuff that Will Help Me Survive MFA-ing
-Coffee maker and lots of K-cups.
-Regular supply of Irish Breakfast tea and Diet Coke.
-Comfie clothes for sitting around the house and working/writing all day and night. And warm clothes to make venturing out to class in the cold less miserable.
-A supply of groceries stocked in my own little cabinet to avoid having to rely on the family for food because that is often a gamble.
-Various headache meds to keep days where writing is near-impossible due to stabbing head pain at a minimum.
-The mindset that this is only for a year and I can deal with it no matter how terrible it gets at times.
-An attempt to suppress my usual shy anxious self-confidence-less self for at least a year and pretend that I know what I'm doing in a class with people who are going to be amazing writers with way more experience.
-Loss of the desire to ever sleep again.
-Development of actual writing talent.
-The ability to be in at least five places at once.

That's all I can think of right now. I'm still a complete wreck. I honestly don't know how I'm going to do this. 
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i still exist??? [Jul. 27th, 2009|12:27 pm]
[mood | anxious]
[music |Full House's "DJ is anorexic for 22 minutes" episode. classic!]

I haven't updated since around my birthday, I know. My life has been a big mess, and I didn't quite feel up to documenting it via livejournal for all the world to see. But for some reason I'm here today and I'm updating for the first time in over six months. So what's been going on with me that I actually feel like writing about? Nothing that everyone doesn't know already, but now you get to read about it as well as hear about it over the phone.

I adopted some kitties! The first came home on February 18th. His name is Oskar, and he was one and a half at the time (now he is a few weeks away from him second birthday) and is a cute little orange and white boy. Marmalade, the kitten, came home June 25th. He was just about to turn three months old at the time, and today is his four-month birthday. He is also orange and white and looks like a babyoskar. I had wanted a second kitty primarily because I know I'm going to be really busy next year, and I thought it would be nice for Oskar to have a friend to play with when I can't be around as much as I currently am. Oskar is sweet and friendly and affectionate. He loves to sit in people's laps (although not as much now that's it's summer and hot out... he'd rather sit on cool surfaces like tile or the tabletop). He can be a just the teeniest bit shy at first... he is usually cautiously curious around new people, but it's not like he hides and ignores everyone. And he's playful and loves catnip. He's just an all-around great kitty. Marmalade is very much a kitten. He's little and adorable, but he's also pesky and into everything. He's curious about absolutely everything, and anything in his line of sight is a potential cat toy. He's completely trusting of new people and situations and doesn't seem to have a fear of anything. Once he grows out of his nutty kitten phase he'll be easier to handle. Once Oskar adjusted to having a new kitty in the house (he was terrified at first and there was lots of hissing), the two were fine together and play-wrestle and chase each other a lot. They're my two special little kitties and they are spoiled. :P

I am also definitely going to BU for my long-awaited playwriting MFA this coming year. I'll be moving back to Somerville in the coming weeks and starting classes at the beginning of September. It's really scary and overwhelming... especially because I am attempting to keep my job full-time while I take classes. It's the only way I'll know I'll have a steady income during school and a definite job after I finish the program. I'm going to keep working from home and have flexible all-over-the-place hours. I'm planning to take just the two writing workshops in the fall and two in the spring (normal courseload is four each semester) and then do two of the electives in summer session 1 and the third in summer session 2 (the fourth and final elective is my course I took at UMass this fall that will transfer in). I also have to put in 50 hours per semester working in the Boston Playwright's Theatre. But I should be done by the end of next August. Like I said, it's really scary and overwhelming, and I hope I can handle it.

I've been emailing a girl who's heading to BU for poetry... I found her online on the MFA blog I'd been reading. So it will be nice to know someone heading into it, even though we won't have any classes together. She's going to be TA-ing an undergrad creative writing class, which is cool. At first they had told me that they weren't sure if they could offer me aid, but a week or two after I heard that, they called me and said some aid had opened up. I ended up with a scholarship for half-tuition and a small ($2000) stipend. That was what had finally gotten me to definitely sign onto the program. Since I'm taking the electives in the summer, I'll save a lot on the courses I have to pay for because summer courses are close to half-price. I just hope I can handle everything and won't have to stop working.

I guess that is about it for now. I'll try to update more regularly again. Right now is lots of anxiety because I'm preparing to move and start this whole scary program. So if I write again there will probably be lots of worry. I guess that's normal for me though. I will try to update here and there during grad school, but I will be really busy. I still have to get an entire rough draft churned out and ready to go for when classes start. I'm really nervous.  

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"in 2008, i..." [Jan. 13th, 2009|10:37 am]
[mood | reflective]
[music |Foo Fighters - Let It Die]

I am taking this idea from a video that Lizz made, only I'm doing it in blog-form because I don't have cool things like a video camera or video-editing knowledge. I tend to get kind of depressed around the new year, and because it's so close to my birthday, which also depresses me, I tend to feel sad through most of December and January. I thought that maybe having a nice list of the good parts of the last year, and maybe even some of the not-so-good parts or the silly parts, would help me feel better about things. So here is a list of things, not in chronological order because that would involve too much thinking, that were memorable for me in 2008.

In 2008, I...
-Applied to graduate MFA playwriting programs (although that overlaps with late-2007).
-Took the GRE.
-Got rejected from two ivy league institutions. woo.
-Turned 26 way back in January '08.
-Saw my 8th Foo Fighters concert [EDIT, 1/14/09, 10:41am: I realized that this was 2008 rather than 2007 as I'd originally thought.]
-Went inside the Somerville courthouse for the first time.
-For the first time since college graduation in 2004, did not attend at least one wedding.
-Helped my youngest brother go to France.
-Saw one brother graduate high school and another brother graduate college.
-Saw Brian get accepted into a PhD program.
-Went on a Disney cruise to the Bahamas, which encompassed several "firsts" and important events:
     -Left the US for only the second time in my life.
     -First time on a boat that holds more than 10 people.
     -First vacation Brian and I took alone.
     -First time in the Bahamas--learned that Nassau, at least around the port, is kind of a dump.
     -Tried (very basic) snorkeling for the first time.
     -Swam in clear water where you can see the bottom.
-Got waitlisted at Boston University; learned that being proactive and contacting the program helps and was offered a space in the program.
-Deferred the BU acceptance.
-Became more confident in my writing (even if I don't always feel that way).
-Moved to Sunderland.
-Lived both within the city limits of Boston and in probably one of the smaller towns in the state. Learned that I can appreciate both of them.
-Went to a gay club called Paradise with some coworkers... it is one of the seediest clubs in existence and is probably a five-minute walk from our office. hehe.
-Stayed up till 6:30 in the morning with the high school friends during our yearly gathering.
-Not counting the month I spent in Europe in college, lived more than an hour away from my parents for the first time.
-Was interviewed by ABC News for an online story about the possible relation between stress and illness.
-Wrote a 75-page play in less than a month for NaPlWriMo.
-Took my first graduate-level course.
-Got my learner's permit for the first time mere weeks before my 27th birthday. Name is misspelled on it.
-Went to a few Red Sox games, including a game in the bleacher seats, where I hadn't sat since maybe 2003. It was Brian's first bleachers experience.
-Saw the Celtics win the NBA finals, the Red Sox fall short in the ALCS, the Patriots just miss a perfect season, and the Bruins just generally suck.
-Voted in the presidential election; for the first time voted via absentee ballot.
-Finally got my headaches looked at by both a regular doctor and a headache specialist.
-Began working from home.
-Learned that living in a completely different environment from your hometown doesn't change who you are, and for the first time felt confident that I could live someplace far away from where I grew up and be happy.

I think that's all I can come up with for now. A nice balance of the important and the silly. Worst months of the year were definitely February and December. Best month was May, especially the Disney cruise week. If I could go back to one point in the year it would be the cruise, specifically the afternoon on the private beach. It is definitely a time I will never forget.... I think making this list did help me feel a little better.
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NaPlWriMo win :P [Nov. 28th, 2008|10:01 pm]
[mood | accomplished]
[music |watched the Foo Fighters "Live at Wembley" dvd tonight... so good.]

I uploaded my 75-page piece-o-crap script to the NaPlWriMo site today. I technically finished writing on Tuesday, but I was hoping to do a few quick rewrites to particularly bad parts before uploading. Then I realized that the whole thing is in such dire need of help that I couldn't do much with it in the limited time I have, so I decided to take a little break from it and pick it up again after my work for my Renaissance Lit class is all done. It's really disjointed and a mess. And several scenes and lines are still at the phase where they embarrass me whenever I think about them. My thesis play from college only has a small handful of those "oh my god, I can't believe I wrote that" moments, but this script is full of them. Not because of the subject matter or anything... just because it's so poorly written. And I'll be going along not thinking of my play at all, like in the shower or watching tv, and then one of those particularly bad scenes will jump into my head and I get this awful wave of panic and embarrassment. Just rereading this first draft is going to be a miserable experience. :)

Writing this month was really great though. I enjoyed the process, even on days where I really had to push myself to get my writing for the day in. What I have may be terrible right now, but it's at least something I can work with. I need to get over my total embarrassment about the first draft though so that I can work with it without cringing at every line. 

It's going to be hard switching back over to devoting all my free time to the Faerie Queene for class. I have to crawl along the text at a snail's pace in order to understand it, so it's really been challenging just getting through. I still have over three hundred pages left to read. I have to let myself forget about all the bad parts of my play and just focus on something entirely different for a couple weeks. Then after December 10 when class is over I'll be able to go back to the script with some distance from it that will (hopefully) allow me to think critically without going into hypercritical mode. I should try to get a little more reading done tonight before going to bed. Or at least get myself to a good stopping place. 
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fun stories involving stressful dreams and almost lighting myself on fire [Nov. 19th, 2008|09:24 am]
[mood | i feel stupid.]
[music |"Schadenfreude" from Avenue Q]

I sent the following email to Jack yesterday and was told it would make a fun blog post, so here you are. I just changed the second person to third person so it would make sense. Some background info, Dan is the big manager at work, and Jack takes over on days when Dan is out. Dan was out on Monday, and the dream I mentioned happened Monday night. And for my class, I have to give a presentation on the Faerie Queene on the last day of class. I am the first of two presentations to go that day, and I have to present on how the Red Cross Knight is different as an epic hero from Guyon. I have a meeting with the professsor before class today to discuss how to approach the presentation and accompanying paper, and I'm really nervous about the meeting (and about the project itself, which is due in early December). So here is the email:


I had a dream last night that Dan was the professor in my class instead of the real professor, and then Dan had to be out for one class so Jack had to take over as professor. And I was supposed to have my pre-presentation meeting with the professor to discuss my presentation that day, so I had to meet with Jack. And he told me how bad my presentation was shaping up to be, and he used a big word that I had never heard used that way before so I felt stupid. Only then magically the professor became my real English professor again and it was the day of my real presentation, and this time Jack was in the class as a student and he was doing part two of the Faerie Queene presentations that day, and I had to go first with part one, but I was worried because I had wanted to talk to the professor before class about it but he'd forgotten. And I was stumbling through my presentation and had to stop midsentence to google "epic hero" to make sure I was talking about the right thing, and it was awful. You can tell I'm just a teeny bit stressed about this presentation in real life. :)
 
Also this morning when I was making tea I almost lit myself on fire. I had just taken the tea kettle off the (electric, not gas, thankfully) burner, and I was slightly leaning over the burner so that I could warm up my hands and arms on it because it's so cold this morning. And I was standing on my toes as I was doing this, and still in pajamas. And then the drawstring of my pajama pants came in contact with the burner and I panic as I notice that the corner of the drawstring is smoking. But I got it out before there was any actual fire (not sure if an electric burner could start a flame anyway, but I was still scared). Brian got a late start getting out of the house today so he was there for this. He said to make sure I don't light myself on fire making soup this afternoon. :P
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NaPlWriMo halfway point [Nov. 13th, 2008|02:22 pm]
[mood | anxious]
[music |The Full House theme in my head, leftover from lunch]

My profile page looks different now. It's a little weird and will take some getting used to.

My play update: as of yesterday (November 12) I am officially at the halfway point! 37.5 pages. It's a little crazy... I've never written close to 40 pages so quickly before. Tuesday was hard because I was feeling kind of sad about everything and pushing through the writing was especially difficult. And I'm really starting to worry (even moreso now that I'm halfway to the 75 pages goal) that I don't really have much of anything. No really great characters, no actual plot, no structure. I know it's the first draft and that first drafts are allowed to be terrible. Part of what's kept me going and producing pages this past week and a half is the resolution not to reread and edit until a complete draft is done. I've been using the "index card" feature in Final Draft (best software ever!) to scribble little notes if a continuity error or new idea occurs to me, and I can go back and refer to those notes later when I'm revising. But I'm still getting panicky that I have no real conflict (as usual for my plays) and that nothing has really happened over 37 pages. Each scene should have some sort of purpose for being in the script, otherwise it shouldn't be there. I don't yet know if my scenes are earning their place in the script. I got freaked out because I read a blog entry by a "real" playwright (someone who actually gets work produced) that was meant to be encouraging, but one of the things he mentioned was that he didn't know the "ideal monologue-to-scene ratio." I was like, "There's supposed to be a ratio? I'm supposed to be writing MONOLOGUES?" I have some speeches by characters that are longer than the average line or so of dialogue, but I wouldn't go so far as to call them monologues I don't think. And I consider them PART OF whatever scene they're in, so I don't think of it in terms of a ratio.

I still don't think I know how to get good ideas as a starting point. I know ideas can be found pretty much anywhere, but it's the hardest thing for me. It's something I'll really have to work at. But I can't think about things like that now. I still have another 37.5 pages left to write before the end of the month. I really don't know what I'll be left with when the month is over. The revision process will be interesting. Maybe at some point I'll get to the stage (ha) where my first drafts are better and have some semblance of quality to them. Anyway, this was supposed to be an entry celebrating my reaching the halfway point pagewise. Instead, it turned into a criticismfest, letting out all the "internal editor" worries that I've had to suppress in order to churn the pages out. I need to put the internal editor away again so that I can write after work tonight. If I stay on pace I should hit the top of page 40 tonight.

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NaPlWriMo update [Nov. 3rd, 2008|03:02 pm]
[mood | productive]
[music |I have "Time Warp" from Rocky Horror stuck in my head]

I decided to go for it and attempt NaPlWriMo. Even though I've been scrambling to finish the reading for class as it is and even though my big presentation for class will be coming up in early December. A 75 page play is an average of less than three pages per day, and I can at least attempt to pull it off. I'll definitely have to do more than that in addition to work for other classes in grad school next year, so I might as well get used to it now.

So we are at day 3. I haven't written yet for today, but I'm on page 7, so I've made my three-page goals for the first two days. After work I'll have to switch between writing at least another three pages and trying to finish Dr. Faustus for class (it's Marlowe week, so last night after I did my three pages I read the 20-page poem Hero and Leander and the opening scenes of Dr. Faustus... I also need to read Edward II, which I've never read before, for Wednesday). Complicating this even more is the fact that even though I ordered it last Wednesday morning on "expedited shipping," my The Works of Christopher Marlowe book has not yet shipped to me. Seriously, Amazon... I'm using your service because I couldn't afford to buy the books all at once from the bookstore, so the least you could do is ship me my books on time. Luckily, Hero and Leander was in our Renaissance Verse anthology I already own, and I found Dr. Faustus for free online. I'm not sure if Edward II will be online too, but I'm also hoping to have the actual book by the time I'm ready to start reading that one.

So yes, I hope to get to page 10 by tonight to stay on course for making it to 75 by the end of the month. I have no class next week, but I need to do a ton of reading for two weeks from now... 800 pages of Arcadia. woo. But I at least already own all the books from here on out, so I won't be waiting on Amazon anymore. I hope I can write and put together my presentation at the same time though. All of that and having to go home for Thanksgiving will be the hardest thing to get through.  

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my abc news "fame" and NaPlWriMo take 2 [Oct. 30th, 2008|05:43 pm]
[mood | just finished a busy work day]
[music |Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's "Somewhere over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World"]

I have a few things to update/think about... first, most people have heard this already, but my most recent entry, in which I complained about how I seem to get sick when I stress out, caught the attention of someone at ABC News who must have been searching out blogs for a story they were doing on stress and illness. Someone sent me my first-ever private livejournal message and asked if I wouldn't mind giving the writer a quick phone interview, so after I googled out the writer's name to make sure she was legitimate and actually worked for ABC News, I sent her an email and we had our interview the next morning. I am terrible at interviews, especially over the phone. I like being able to think my response out and put it down in writing. So I never expected her to actually use my story in her final piece. But, to my surprise, I got an email from her that Monday saying that she had actually used me in her story. crazy! The whole situation was just random and bizarre. The story can be found here by the way. It was yet another case of my blog attracting attention of random people when I assume that no one outside of the small circle of friends reads it.

The first time such a thing happened was when I wrote this entry about a year ago on "National Playwriting Month" or "NaPlWriMo." An arts blogger from the Guardian must've come across my journal in a search for "NaPlWriMo" and quoted me in his article about it (horrible overly cute spelling and all). It was embarrassing and was the first time I ever realized that people might actually SEE what I'm writing. I've since cleaned up the cutesy spelling a lot even though I miss it. I reserve it for emails and IMs with close friends. So, I'm bringing that entry up because it was found again today, by a livejournal user who is involved with NaPlWriMo. She asked if I'd consider participating this year, and I took a look at their spiffy new website. I admit, it does sound like fun, and I do feel guilty for snarking on them last year. :)  But do I have the time to write an at least 75-page play over 30 days, on top of my job and my UMass class? I do not know. It would be great though to get another play written, and having the community of the website might help me stay motivated. I wanted to have a few things to work with when I (hopefully!) start at BU in the fall, so I guess now is as good a time as any  to get started. And I have had a couple ideas floating around in my head, but I haven't thought them through structurally at all yet. They're sort of mini-ideas. And I'd hate to start something and not accomplish it. I'd feel guilty and beat myself up for being a total NaPlFailure. But we'll see... I have tomorrow to think about it anyway.

The third thing I was thinking about was just the whole journal font size issue again. Livejournal screwed me up a few months ago when they added "smaller" and "larger" to their font size drop-down menu. I hate the way "smaller" looks on IE. But I used to use "extra-small" and that looks smaller than it did before and is unreadable. "Smaller" looks better on Safari than on IE, but I haven't checked it in Firefox yet. I don't know if I should go for "extra-small," which is bigger than "smaller" (this sounds completely stupid, I know) and increase the legibility of my entries while still having small font. But then it will look gigantic to me because I'm used to my teenyfont. So that's something else to think about. The "should I write a play next month?" decision is a bit more pressing though. :)
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once again i stress myself into getting sick [Oct. 6th, 2008|10:05 am]
[mood | blek.]
[music |"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down..."]

I'm not feeling good today. When I get really stressed out it is not uncommon for that to result in my getting sick. See, for example, the week I took my GREs. I was so stressed out between studying for that test and lots of problems going on at home that I ended up with a really bad cold during the exam that I'm pretty sure was at least part of the reason why my verbal score plummeted. This time though the cold has been really slow to progress. It hasn't gotten incredibly bad, but it's just really slow and has been sticking around for awhile. Most of last week I had a scratchy feeling in my throat. Then around Friday it developed into more of a cough, and just now I'm getting the stuffy-nose feeling. Usually it's sore throat for a day or two followed by congestion and bleh for a few days. But it's just weird that whenever I have something to stress out over, such as the GREs or this fellowship application, I often end up making myself sick in the process. I used to get sick after auditions or after the run of a play in college.

I dragged the wires out as far as they would go so that I could plug in my work computer in my bedroom and copyedit from my bed today. Our wireless connection still won't work, so I had to really stretch all of the wires to be able to get the ethernet cord to reach all the way over here. But now it's nice. My tea got cold though and I want to make another cup of it later.
 
My fellowship got in on time though. I got my transcript and my second recommendation on Wednesday and then the final recommendation came on Thursday. Thursday night when I was intending to pack everything into the envelope and walk to the mailbox, I noticed that they have speicific guidelines for showing "proof of mailing" in the application packet. I needed to have a clear postmark date or a mail receipt from a commercial carrier or something else to that effect. And they said that post offices don't necessarily always put a good enough postmark on things automatically, so I had to wait until Friday morning and walk half a mile down the (sidewalk-less) road on what is more or less a very small highway to the post office before work. I had them make sure the date was all nice and clear and that I'd get signature confirmation when it is received. So now that's all sent in and done, yay. But I have pretty much no chance of getting a fellowship though them since they only hand out about 50 or so nationwide. It's for PhDs or MFAs in the humanities, social sciences, and fine arts for study in the US. I'm just happy it's done and I don't have to deal with it anymore until they give me the "no" letter this spring. Now I need to deal with figuring out how to pay for this semester at UMass.

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craziness: work, class, fellowship due date, etc. [Sep. 30th, 2008|03:43 pm]
[mood | busy]
[music |"five... five dollar... five dollar footlooooooong"]

This is a pretty busy week for me. Work is busy because it's Dan's annual week off while Neuron is getting it's big issues that it sends to the Society for Neuroscience conference in October put together, and we also have a Dev. Cell deadline this week too. I also spent a lot of this weekend (I was in Somerville) helping my mother edit and organize her paper she has to hand in this Friday for her Masters class. She had to plan a special teaching project (she chose to start a book club to see if it will affect her students' motivation to read) and do a bunch of research on the topic and get the project launched. Her next class will be on actually gathering and interpreting the results of the project, but this one was mainly just planning it out and writing up the research.

I also have the deadline for a fellowship I'm applying for coming up this Friday too. That deadline really snuck up on me. I think for most of September, I was somehow of the mindset that it was a week earlier than it actually was. It hit me when I was home (as in Somerville) on Thursday night that I had just one week left to get the fellowship application together. I quickly wrote a rough draft of my statementt of purpose and sent reminders out to my three recommendation writers. Friday when I had my half-day in the office I faxed in a rush request for a transcript to Holy Cross. It is now Tuesday, and I have the application form itself completed, feedback on my first draft of the essay and a second draft written, one recommendation here already, and notice that the other two have been mailed. I don't have any word on the transcript situation. I'm nervous because it seems like the mail is slow out here and I'm worried that I won't get the two recommendations and the transcript in time. I'm hoping that by Thursday night I have everything and can package it all up and get it sent in without having to stress about it.

I also have a ton of reading every week for the 16th Century Lit class I'm in. It's a good class, but it's intimidating because I think a lot of the grade is participation based and it's very hard to force myself to speak up. It's also hard to get through lots of the readings because the main anthology we've been using doesn't modernize the spelling, so I'm left with "eche" for "each" and "mete" for "meet" (which, of course, does not mean "to be introduced to" but rather "fitting" :P). I'm kind of used to Renaissance meanings of words (such as "meet" and "happy" and all that) because of all the Shakespeare I've had, but the spelling still throws me off. Tonight I get to read the Defense of Poesy online because my book I ordered has not arrived yet. I started it at lunch... it's not too bad. And it keeps my mind off the fact that I'm still missing two recommendations and a transcript. 

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(new) umass class! [Sep. 16th, 2008|09:42 am]
[mood | relieved]
[music |debating whether or not to listen to the radio while I do proofs]

Shortly after my last entry, I decided that I'd had enough of that class I had signed up for. The one on Major Texts for the Study of American Culture that had zero literature on the reading list. I got the first book last Tuesday in the mail from Amazon (I forget whether I mentioned in my last entry that the bookstore didn't have it), and I settled down Tuesday after work to spend the night pouring through it, and oh my god, it was miserable. It was called Culture in the Age of Three Worlds, and it was all about how culture changed and evolved in the Cold War era of 1945-1989. You know, that weird part of history that high school courses never get up to and that time in my life before I was eight years old? And it was boring. The only time he talked about literature was when he discussed the global trend of novels being written by people who weren't professional writers or something. Which would have been ok if we'd actually been reading one of those novels rather than a critical commentary on it.

Brian got home later that night after I'd been reading for five hours straight, and he said I looked totally dead and that I should probably think about dropping the class if I'm not getting anything out of it. I think that was all the convincing I needed. I hate feeling like I'm taking the easy way out of anything, but when I thought about how I was just going to hate the class for the entire semester and not get anything out of it, it seemed to make sense to at least try to drop the class and switch into a better one. I knew that the only other night class that had been available was 16th Century Lit, and at first I'd wanted to avoid that one because I didn't want to be squinting through olde Englishe texts every week. :P  But at that point, I didn't care anymore about rereading the Faerie Queene. It at least is actual literature, not sociology or "culture studies" or whatever my last readings could be considered. So that night I checked online to make sure the course was still open (thankfully it was) and emailed the professor to make sure that it was ok if I added the class. And the next morning I talked to the English graduate secretary and dropped that horrible American Culture class and added 16th Century Lit.

That was Wednesday afternoon, which means class day, so I went to 16th Cenury Lit and didn't even need to attend a second meeting of the original class. It was nice. The only weird thing is that my new class had moved from the usual English building on campus to the Renaissance Center, which is I guess this library/resource center in Amherst that all five colleges have access to even though I think it's technically owned by UMass (I could be wrong on that though). It's way out in the middle of nowhere on the extreme edge of the campus map, probably a 20-25 minute walk from the bus stop. It's fine now, but in the winter I can imagine it being significantly less fun. Someone the class offered me a ride back to the campus bus stop on the way home though, which was very nice of her. The Renaissance Center looks like this little old farmhouse sort of. The grounds are beautiful and overlook the mountains, and I saw a bunny hopping around. Plus there's a courtyard with little statues and flowers. The room our class meets in feels like a seminar room in Fenwick at Holy Cross, which is nice. It's basically a library reading room, with an adjoining kitchen where people were making coffee. The overall vibe of this location and class is just better to me. There's a LOT of really smart PhD English nerds though. Which is great, but I kind of feel like I'm in over my head in comparison. A lot of them are Renaissance concentrators and have like presented at conferences and everything, and then there's me. There are others without a Renaissance background though, so that is somewhat comforting. I actually saw one of the MFA girls from my original class sitting behind me in this new class, and I wonder if she'd bolted out of that first class as fast as she could as well. :)

So anyway, that's how everything is as of now. I'll have to elaborate more on the new class later. I have the second meeting tomorrow night, where we're discussing Catholic writers. woo. I have a ton of reading to get done still, but tonight is Brian's late class night so I'll have all night to devote to John Skelton and co. fun times.
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umass class [Sep. 8th, 2008|03:24 pm]
[mood | bored]
[music |I don't think I have anything stuck in my head for once.]

This is me attempting to update more frequently, even though last time I said I'd inevitably have more time on my hands and now I'm not so sure if that's true or not.

I had my first class meeting last Wednesday (it is now Monday). I was 15 minutes late and the last person there, which was horrible and not at all the way I wanted to begin the semester. I'd been on the phone with Jack right before that learning about Dev. Cell, and then I had to email an author in Spain and run out the door. Then the buses were not running anywhere close to the schedule that had been posted, and I waited over 20 minutes for one. That got me to campus after 4:00, which is when class starts, and on top of all that I had to try to find the building when I'd never been on the campus before. And it's not exactly cute and tiny like Holy Cross's campus is. So I got into class at 4:15 and had to squish into the circle while everyone else was going around the room giving introductions. The only good part about that is that one of the only empty desks left in the room was a lefty desk, which I love. I write with my right hand, but I love being able to lean on my left arm and hold the paper almost horizontally as I write with my right hand. I really don't understand the lefty-desk hatred so many people seem to have.

I missed the first few introductions, but I walked in on a girl who was talking about how she is in the MFA poetry program. I was jealous. Not because I want to do poetry at all (judging by how that turned out on the undergrad level, I should not be allowed anywhere near an MFA in poetry), but because she's already started and settled into her MFA program. Most of the people in the class were PhD English students, some were terminal MA English students, and a few were random other humanities-related grad students. There was one girl focusing her PhD on African drama, so she was the closest thing in the class to someone with a theater background. One other girl was also in the MFA program, and there was one other nondegree student besides me in the class. In my little introduction, I wasn't sure whether I should mention BU at all, because I didn't want to sound like I was taking advantage of their university and just using them for their cheap classes. Except that well, that's kinda true. But I ended up telling them that I'm a nondegree student taking my first graduate course, that my fiance is beginning his PhD in chemistry, and that I'd gotten into BU's MFA in playwriting but was deferring for a year because of the financial aid situation. And I said I'd wanted to take advantage of my year out here by taking some classes, and that I'd always had an interest in modern and postmodern American literature, which is why I chose this class in particular.

When we finally get to reviewing the syllabus, I notice that there is NO ACTUAL LITERATURE on it. Maybe I should explain--the class is called Major Texts in the Study of American Culture. I knew it would be partially American Studies, but I thought it would be "American Studies" the way that my Emily Dickinson seminar at HC had been "Women's Studies"--that it would be a literature class that could satisfy an elective for the American Studies program. I thought we'd be reading iconic American works and then discussing what they show us about American culture and how it's evolved over time and things like that, and that any American Studies essays would be supplemental reading to the literature. But no. There's no fun 20th and 21st century American novels to read. It's all like sociology-type essays on different aspects of American culture, and I guess those essays and books touch upon literature here and there. So it's not exactly what I was expecting. It feels like it's going to be way more of a sociology class than an English class, and I don't have much experience with social science courses. But the subject matter is at least interesting, which is good because the weekly readings are all 200-300 pages. Eight of the fourteen weeks I need to write a 2-4 page reflection on that week's reading, and then on one additional week I need to make a 15 minute presentation on an aspect of the weekly reading. And at the end there's a 15 page final "review" paper that brings in one of the weekly topics plus a cluster of other related readings  that we didn't cover in class. It doesn't sound too bad at all, but I don't really like talking for fifteen minutes and would rather do an eight page paper or whatever the written equivalent is.

I went to buy the first two books for the class on Saturday, planning to save money by ordering the rest online, hopefully used. The bookstore didn't have the book we need to read for Wednesday. Neither did any local Borders or Barnes and Noble. I had to order it overnight on Amazon that night, and unfortunately, "overnight" on a Saturday means a Tuesday arrival date, meaning I have about 24 hours to read the entire 200+ pages before class, plus full-time work Tuesday and Wednesday. I guess I won't be doing one of the response papers this week. It's really annoying... it would be nice if the bookstore actually carried enough copies of the books for the entire class, especially when it's a graduate course so it's not like there's 200 people in it (more like 25). Big for a seminar, yes, but not big compared to the average UMass class. So it should get here tomorrow and then I will work my way through it as quickly as possible. The good thing is that Tuesday is Brian's late night for class, so I won't have any distractions or anything and can read for a few hours once work is done. So yeah, that's how the class is shaping up so far. It's not what I thought I'd be getting myself into, and I wish that the course description had been a bit more accurate, but I think it should be interesting enough in and of itself.

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new apartment! [Aug. 29th, 2008|09:53 pm]
[Current Location |new apartment!]
[mood | bored]
[music |I have silly iCarly kid tv on in the background]

Wow. I haven't updated in six  weeks? That's pretty pathetic. But it's not all my fault. I had/have one or two more Disney cruise updates I wanted to do, but as you know, I like to include a photo with each entry. It's one of my OCD-like traits where if I do one cruise entry with photos then all of the cruise entries therefore need to have photos. But flickr has been problematic the last couple times I tried to upload photos. I also think I need to pay to continue my "pro" account soon, possibly now. But since I haven't been able to easily upload new pictures, I haven't been able to write a new cruise entry. So I decided to break the cruise entries up for now and do a regular catching-up sort of post.

So here I am. yay. We moved last weekend so that Brian could start his new program at UMass. He's had orientation all this week, and tonight he drove back to Boston to see some now-former coworkers because someone else was having a goodbye party. I felt exhausted earlier because I have a cold (probably brought on by the stress of moving), but now I seem to be more awake, and I just unpacked a couple more boxes. So as you can see, we're still getting settled. I haven't even unpacked my clothes from this big giant box yet. Most of them need to be washed, so I'd just be unpacking them to the laundry basket, but I can't yet because the laundry basket still has all my shoes in it. And it still has shoes in it because our old apartment had a shoe/coat closet but our new one has no easy place to store all that stuff, so it's stayed packed for now. But the rest of the bedroom looks ok (aside from the lack of tv in there, because there's no cable connection in the bedroom so we'll have to run wires from the living room), and tonight I focused on unpacking all the contents of the entertainment center.

I also started working remotely as of this week. Not having a commute, at least for now, is nice. As is getting to sleep till 8:00 (I could get up a little later if I really felt like it too, but I like having time to make tea and everything before work). Having a window right in front of my computer that looks out at a tree rather than a big office building is also nice, as is not being freezing like I always was in the office. It is weird not having everyone around, obviously, but I'm doing ok. There were lots of adjustments to the new office laptop and lots of little computer issues this week, but I think it's started to settle down. They mailed me a monitor and a keyboard. No mouse, but Brian has one he doesn't use. I think it was because (before I realized the touchpad of the laptop they gave me would be so bad) I told IT I didn't need a keyboard and mouse, and they remembered "no mouse" but sent a keyboard anyway. And new monitor plus new keyboard is kind of pointless with no new mouse. And they sent some weird thing that I forget the name of. Then today they also sent me my printer. And it just happens to be the exact same printer Brian and I just bought ourselves with Connor's printer rebate from his new laptop (Canon Pixma MX310). :P  I figured the work printer wouldn't be anything good, and since we had to finally retire Brian's college printer, I had wanted to get a nice-ish one for us. I need to hook up the monitor and the keyboard this weekend... and also find a place to store that second printer. And I need to buy myself a desk at some point... I've been using Brian's for now, but his desktop computer has no place to go while I'm using his desk. The office room is going to be packed when everything's all set up... it may not even be able to fit our air mattress when it's inflated, so guests may have to end up sleeping on the air mattress in the living room. But that's not a big deal so much anymore because the living room in this place has carpeting whereas our last living room was hardwood floor.

The move itself went well I think. We did it all in basically one trip. Brian had brought up a few boxes earlier in the week when he went to get the key and wait for the cable/internet to be switched to the new place, and we also left behind the cleaning supplies so that we could go back and do one final cleanup before we left, but everything else went either into the truck or into Phann's or Andrew's cars. Kevin, Phann, and Andrew helped us load everything into the truck/cars and drive up (Brian and Kevin in truck, Andrew and I in Andrew's car, and Phann alone in his car since he knows the way pretty well because of his sister). Phann took a different route and got there way before us because we hit traffic. But when we got to the new place, Brian's two friends Kirk and Frank were there to help with unloading the truck. And Brian's father stopped by a little later to help too. That made the move in go much faster than the move out. And we're still unpacking, as I said, but all of the main stuff is unpacked. Most of what's left in boxes is just because of storage issues that need to be resolved.

Oh! And I registered to take an English class at UMass. UMass lets you take classes on a nondegree basis provided that space is open in the course. Supposedly the registration went through--the graduate English secretary had to add me in herself because it kept saying I didn't meet the course restrictions even though I did (only restriction was grad students only). But in their online system it still says I'm not registered for any classes. I've heard it takes a few days for it to show up in the system, but I might need to just confirm with the department next week if it hasn't shown up yet. I also need to buy books and possibly get an ID and learn where the class meets and how to get there from the bus stop. And I emailed Dan at work to ask about working different hours on Wednesdays (the course time got moved at the last minute from 6:00 to 4:00), and he hasn't written back yet, so I hope that ends up being ok. If not, I need to hope that a class that meets after 6:00 has spots open. I'm hoping to take a class now and another in the spring semester, and BU has already told me that they will transfer over when I start their program. It's going to save me like 10 grand because classes at UMass are so much cheaper. Classes start Wednesday. I hope it all works out ok. I'm a little nervous.

So I guess that's it. New apartment, new class (hopefully), new work environment, and new schedule for Brian. It's nice to have a break from the usual routine that we'd gotten into over the past four years, but I'm just hoping it all ends up working out. I am just waiting for something to wrong with this class that I added--work won't let me "leave" before 5:00, or I somehow won't be able to afford it, or the registration won't have gone through and I'll be shut out, or the bus will be so erratic that I'll have to leave work too early to get to campus on time. I tend to over-worry about things. And I hope Brian's first real week of school goes well next week. I will try to update more now that I'll inevitably have more time to myself without a work commute.

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