– i didn’t sleep well last night.
– the universe hates me.
well. that’s pretty much it.
i went to my intro class, and the teacher of record kept getting sidetracked and rambling ON AND ON AND ON in class. i felt bad for the students in the class, because they were totally lost, and their eyes were glazed over.
THEN, me and james (the other TA in the same class) went to meet with said teacher of record so we could plan out the rest of this week, when we are in charge of teaching the class. that meeting was also filled with tangential rambling. so that was annoying.
BUT, scott goodrich came up to my office during my office hour and ate lunch with me! that was good.
after that, directing just seemed really really long today. i didn’t have time to ask my professor if a certain play that i’ve possibly selected to do for our directing projects is ok because michaela lost her wallet and wanted me to go back to my apartment and look for it.
SO, i ride my bike back to my apartment (that’s one round-trip, to campus and home, which is about a mile, uphill both ways somehow), where i can’t find her wallet. and i feel really bad. i look for a while, and then make a list of things i have to do back on campus. i fill up my backpack and head back uphill to campus. i turn in some things i need to turn in, decide to NOT ask my directing professor about the play because he is holding auditions for midsummer tonight and i’m not auditioning and i don’t want to talk to him about not auditioning, and head over to the TINY EXCUSE FOR A TEMPORARY BOOKSTORE.
once i’m there, i lock up my bike and backpack outside (yeah, they make you do that) and go inside to find that i’d FORGOTTEN MY WALLET AT MY APARTMENT. for real?
so i go back to my apartment (second round-trip) to get my wallet, only to start freaking out because i can’t find it. IT WAS IN A DIFFERENT POCKET IN MY BACKPACK.
this is my life.
SO, i go BACK UPHILL to STUPID CAMPUS to the STUPID TINY PREFAB BOOKSTORE, where i spend about a trillion dollars on my theatre history and theory books, which have tiny print and almost no pictures.
THEN, i find out that in order to sell a book back that i bought by mistake, i have to go TO ANOTHER BUILDING. have i mentioned that i was already DRIPPING with sweat and really frustrated? and also that i have no idea where anything is?
so. i sold that stupid book that i don’t need back, and in the process of unlocking my backpack from my bike, i drop my wallet. this super cutie fella with a beard and chacos picks it up and hands it to me!!!! i was on the phone with michaela at the time, who was still freaking out (for good reason) about not knowing where her wallet was, so i said “thank you so much!” to super-cutie-chaco-boy, to which he replied “not a problem, ma’am”, which i will temporarily overlook for the time being. he had a drawl. i don’t care that he called me “ma’am”, and that probably means that he thought i was about 40, because i CERTAINLY looked it today.
rode to hastings to steal their internet, which was slow. got frustrated with the slow internet. went next door to panera. paid my gas bill. rode back to my apartment (round-trip #3). made a grilled cheese. did a load of dishes. fell asleep about 700 times reading for theatre history and theory. decided against taking a nap at 8pm. whined on my blog.
and now, i’ll keep putting off the denotative and connotative paraphrases of my hamlet monologue for shakespeare. after i’ve done that, i will do them. then, i will watch the hours. then, i will sleep forever.