not falling down

This has officially been the longest October ever.

Happy Halloween.

Wow. I just keep looking fatter.

Got my interview done with Moore, who was surprisingly helpful. Remains to be seen whether he’llbust me for taking so long, but he seems to understand the circumstances.

It’s been mere months but I’m nostalgic for GSP already–a hallfilled with black butcher paper, white colored pencils and my rambunctious darling Todd Sixers.Thought this was only supposed to happen the first time…

I had a dream
That I was three hundred pounds

Dream: I and two other people (whom I know very well and can’t remember who they are) are on thetop floor of a gigantic T-shaped tower. We’re watching clouds, and the tower is bending back andforth in an extremely frightening kind of way (most likely inspired by the weekend’s adventures onthe GENIE). We learn later from Wes Fugate, who is in charge of the whole operation, that this isbecause the tower’s pilot is practicing going up and down. I ask him why the tower has a pilot atall, which does not faze him; I have a feeling the conversation would go much the same way in reallife.

I ask him for compensation about the shopping trip I took some people on earlier, and he gives me areceipt and a small stack of bills. I am happy until I actually look at said bills; a few are realdollars, but one is a counterfeit, one is joke money, one is a gift certificate and one is aone-dollar traveler’s check with Richard Nixon on the front. Now that I’m awake, that seems reallyfunny.

I chase Wes into the parking lot in front of the bowling alley to ask him about the funny money,and he assures me that “they’ll take it.” I ask him why my friends didn’t get paid for the shoppingthey did, and he shrugs and says they didn’t ask about it.

I manage to get a clerk at Wendy’s to take the money for a chicken sandwich combo.

Getting off DS time means we struck the set in a record-breaking two hours (would have been threeexcept… you get it). Somebody mentioned that the hour we gained this morning was actually takenfrom May. Weird but theoretically true. Sounds like a story.

On the way out of Grant after working post-Rent loadout, David and I ran into Emily Minor looking small and hollow-eyedlysad. She asked where we were going, obviously wanting the answer to be “alcohol,” and though weboth offered to walk her anywhere she wanted she declined. I found it a bit odd, since she’s beenattached to Allison’s leg for a week and I know for fairly sure what she’s doing now. Iworry about her. Emily, I mean.

Returned to Bingham, moments later, to find Jordan nearly unconscious in a toilet stall–slumpedover the porcelain with undies around his ankles. Ah, rush season.

Rent is still Rent, I’m still me, certain people are stillcertain people and 80s funk is still dee lish us. Plus ça change.

I’m going to bed now.

pick your own damn lyric

So. Tired.

New desktop, courtesy of a wallpaper I blatantly stole and retouched.

Last two days have been a mess. Discovered Tuesday that I had a script (”or more,” Tony hintedominously) due Thursday and a research paper due Friday. Fortunately, I’m going to try for anextension on the latter. Unfortunately, it involves Art Moore. *scary theme music*

Short Bus is going into the Cento at last, after some last-minutepanic–turns out the font I lettered it with pulls an Ashley Lowe at newspaper resolutions. All iswell now, though. And I might even get paid for it.

I’m probably showing up
just about the time you leave

Until my lungs feel ticklish like I’m breathing water, until my teeth hurt because they’re dryingout, until I can’t bring my arms up to touch my chest, until I forget that I was a lot better atthis two years and thirty pounds ago, until I play games with my mind so I won’t slow down, untilcolors change in my vision, until the rush beats out everything else.

I run. That’s what I do.

Back. Rested. Tired. Lonely.

First things first: Hi Mom.

Midterms done, site launched, pants pantsed. I am ready for the break and the break is ready forme.

Plugging myself in a most arrogant fashion proved at least a little effective–45 unique visitorsyesterday, which is, uh, 42 more than I’ve ever had before (I know these numbers because I havesold out to the man). Having eventhat many people look at my stuff is a bit stunning, and having one of them send me fan art is odd but cool. Guess I’m really running aweb site now.

Back Monday.

be happy with what you’re getting
there’s a guy’s been awake since the second world war