An update.

My Life

-internship.

-work.

-school.

-beer.

-sleep.

Okay, you are caught up.

The End of Life As I Know It

Well, it has finally happened. My other half has left me. She is on to bigger and better things, namely getting a masters in psycho in Wisconsin. I have been okay. Only one major break down. Funnily enough it happened on the roof of a fraternity house while I was watching people climb up a la Spiderman and admiring a Jimi Hendrix poster. I can't make this stuff up. I drove home sobbing. I can't believe I didn't crash. NO REALLY. I'm lucky to be alive at this point.

It doesn't feel real yet, but that's because she has left for the summer before and came back. I think it will hit me come September.

Ahhh the future. Seriously I hate thinking about it and talking about it but I understand that I have to. I'm looking at grad programs in Chicago, Wisconsin, Indiana, Canada (I know, right?), and England. England's a total long shot because, oh yeah, I'M EXTREMELY POOR. But whatever, it's worth a try. And clearly I'm fine at dealing with separation anxiety. Plus, England is awesome in that you can complete your masters in a year rather than two. I think it would be worth it. But again, extreme long shot.

I went for a run today. And now I'm washing my bedding. And then I'm going to feel very intellectual and read some Herodotus for my Greek history class.

Thus, sums up my existence.

I'm a Vile Body

"Oh Nina, what a lot of parties."

(Masked parties, Savage parties, Victorian parties, Greek parties, Wild West parties, Russian parties, Circus parties, parties where one had to dress as somebody else, almost naked parties in St John’s wood, parties in flats and studios and houses and ships and hotels and night clubs, in windmills and swimming-baths, tea parties at school where one ate muffins and meringues and tinned crab, parties at Oxford where one drank brown sherry and smoked Turkish cigarettes, dull dances in London and comic dances in Scotland and disgusting dances in Paris – all that succession and repetition of massed humanity . . . Those vile bodies . . . )

I can't really believe I was up until 6am again. What is wrong with me? The birds that are chirping in the mornings outside my window keep me from falling asleep. That is definitely not right.

Friday was extremely productive. In a non-school-ish sense. I ran outside. Yes, I actually woke up, got dressed, and went running. It was a beautiful day and I didn't want to be inside. No excuse, I know. My legs are definitely protesting that decision today, but I hope I'll get used to it soon. That would mean that I'm actually sticking with something.

After the run I showered, cleaned the bathroom, and did laundry. Then I sat outside reading my new baby (Decline and Fall, Evelyn Waugh) before I got terribly tired and took a towel onto the lawn and fell asleep. It was glorious. I woke up and finally sewed buttons on shirts that have needed repair for about three months. Then I completely cleaned my bedroom, top to bottom. After an exhausting day, there was nothing left to do but watch Ladies and Gentlemen, The Fabulous Stains until Katie came over. And then Matt came over. Long story short, we ended up in the now smoke-free Coney Island at 3:30am. Small hani deluxe and fries. Hit the spot.

And then yesterday was a fail. I laid around all day. Saw my boyfriend for about an hour before he took off to New Hampshire (?). I watched Kind Hearts and Coronets, which was delightful. My parents left to go bowling, I played MarioParty for Wii all by myself and then The Sims 3 before Matt texted me. I went over there and did what we always do, sit in the garage. It was a beautiful night. I saw my brother Tom, and then Alex and Mannino came over. Mannino used the word "steakus" which served the purpose of cracking us up for about 20 minutes straight.

And then I came home and stayed up till 6am with my hookah, Facebook and A Very Potter Musical.

I want to play baseball.

I want the weather to make up its mind.

I want financial aid.

I know that this is more like a diary entry and less like a blog, but sometimes I want to give the 2 people that actually read this an accurate portrayal of my lazy, unsuccessful existence.

School?

I feel like I didn't even go to school this semester. I mean, obviously I did. I had 12 credit hours, whatever. But I had class Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, 5:45-8:35, and those were each one class. And then my directed study which didn't have a regular class meeting. I was at school WAY more to work and do sorority stuff.

My finals consist of: a fill-in-the-blank final for Film Production. Watching 12 Angry Men again for Communication. Finishing my screenplay for Screenwriting, bringing people to class for a reading, and eating dinner. My directed study project is finished.

Did this semester even happen?

I had a productive day yesterday, though. I vaguely figured out my schedule for the next seven months. I declared a History minor and I'm taking a class called The Golden Age of Greece this summer, along with my internship at the Historical Society. In the fall I have a studio class, Social Media, Special News Coverage and History of Europe to 1500. I DO NOT WANT TO TAKE SPECIAL NEWS COVERAGE AT ALL. Because, guess what? I know it's hard to believe, but I do not have any aspirations in TV news. Whatsoever. But apparently I have to take this class. I'm getting really tired of the runaround I get at this school. But I know I complain a lot.

Thursdays are usually slow here. Today I have been assigned 8 projects and only have hopes of finishing 5. Get ready Danielle.

Jump-Start on the Memoirs

I should probably start writing things down to memorialize them for my memoirs. So many random things have happened to me, and I want to remember them forever. I mean, I'm no Tucker Max, but I have been in extremely random and awkward situations in my short 22 years on this earth, and I know that my memories will begin to fade soon.

I'm trying to break it up into a semi-coherent narrative. I figure it will go somewhat like this:

1) My earliest memories.

2) Family life

3) Grade school

4) Middle school (EEEW)

5) High school

6) College

7) England

and then, interspersed in there:

- Relationship successes

- Relationship fails

- Changes in life goals

- Completely eliminating life goals

- What I want to name my children

- What I want to name my dogs

- What I want to name my cat

- If I will ever even get a pet

- Whether or not I will be famous

- chapters on funny texts I have received, Facebook messages, random ass quotes, middle school notes, etc.

Currently shopping around for an advance on this. New editions will come out as I age, of course.

Greek Day, Allergies and Summer Plans

Greek Day

Song and Skit was a giant fail. I seriously thought we had it in the bag, even after all three sororities went. I thought there was no way we would lose, since the others did basically the same skit with a slightly different overlying story. Nope. Second place. Again. I wouldn't really be mad if I thought we deserved second, I know DTS usually does very crowd-pleasing skits so of course I was a bit nervous. But . . . I don't know. Whatever. There's always next year.

Greek Day was one giant surprise after another. We won -- get this -- chariot race, water balloon toss, and tug-of-war, all by absolutely huge margins. Chariot, the girls said afterward they didn't even feel like they were running that fast. Balloon toss, Sam and I caught somewhere around THIRTY balloons while the other sororities caught something like 12 and 20. We came in second in toilet bowl and car push. So we were in first going in to LUNCH! A whole half-day, we were in the lead! Amazing. And then, of course, the afternoon events happened. First of all, I hate both mattress race and wheelbarrow, and keg toss is pretty lame too. But I think we could probably win those if we had like, one full practice. We have never practiced ANYTHING before this year. So the fact that we practiced tug, car push, and chariot is a huge deal. Third place for the nineteenth straight year, but next year is our chapter's 20th anniversary so . . . . miracles could happen.

Allergies

I CAN'T STOP SNEEZING and probably being out in the cold for 8 hours on Saturday did not help the situation. That is all.

Summer Plans

Well I got an internship at the Detroit Historical Society as I mentioned before. Awesome! I start May 10th. I'll also still be working at school. It will be rough, without much time outside, but I'll manage. The pool closed [ :( ], however Kathy and I are planning a Glass Office Special entitled The Glass Office: The Job Hunt. I'm trying to take a few trips as well, depending on how my plans pan out. The Twin Cities at least once, Evansville, and my cottage. I also want to try to have DPhiE retreat at my cottage this summer because it would be AWESOME.

Sorry that was so incredibly boring.

Semi-stress

Right now in my life I am what I call semi-stressed. I rarely, if ever, get really full on "stressed out". Yes, it is true I am a terrible procrastinator and have very poor time management skills. But I tend to just let things happen when and as they happen and just blame myself for things that don't turn out quite like I wanted.

This week I am semi-stressed. I had a big paper due on Tuesday that I finished ten minutes before class. I haven't slept much or well because I am worried about Song and Skit. Yes, I do have my second interview at the Historical Society this week which is awesome, but I'm MORE stressed out about how my sisters and I will perform a silly routine in front of the Greek community at my school. Let me tell you, it's VERY difficult to get 30 girls to practice. Did I mention I'm in charge of it? I get pseudo-elected to do it every year. I'm 2-1 so far.

I am not caring about my classes, just trying to get my stuff done and on time. This summer is going to be interesting, with (hopefully) an internship and then working at school still. No classes as of yet, but I have to wait and see my degree audit which of course has not been mailed to me yet. There's also the pressing matter of how I'm going to pay for my extra semester(s), since my scholarship does not extend past eight semesters.

But, like I said, I'm still only just semi-stressed.

I know you all really cared about this post.

Here is my short film inspired by Romeo & Juliet for the International Shakespeare Film Festival. I had to cut it down to 3 minutes for submission but I like this version way better.