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Today is Commencement. I suppose this is where my roommates have been all day because I think they are graduating. I don't know, I don't really care.

I was going to have a great thinky thoughts post here about how I graduate next year (with any luck), but then I got an e-mail from the lady at Jujamcyn and "there isn't a position available for [me]" which, you know, sucks because I really wanted to do it. Only in theatre is knowing a little bit about everything and knowing how to do a lot and willing to do literally ANYTHING a bad thing. I'll keep looking for things to do that will occupy my time and maybe put a little money in my pocket, but right now I just want to sit here and Think About What I've Done by thinking everything could go my way for once.

There's one part of my brain that says, "Remember how you said you were never going to get into grad school and you did? And remember how you didn't think you could manage having your own car and you did? And remember how you didn't think you could etc and you did?" But the other part of my brain says to fuck off.

I'm moving tomorrow. I guess the best I can do is look for something else to fill my time, especially if Old Navy plans to stick with scheduling me one day a week. 'Cause I'm sorry, that ain't gonna pay for shit.

My dad said he and my mom would help as long as it wasn't much, but I'm twenty-five. I should be able to pay my own rent and things. Not to mention I don't know how much my parents had to sink into getting my grandmother into a nursing home (which she is in. I haven't spoken to her. This is going to sound stupid but I hope she gets internet there, because the people she knows from there are her friends like you all are mine). I'd like to go home to visit but I'm afraid to now.

I love being here in New York. If I couldn't stay out here and work I don't know what I would do.

brb looking for that window God's supposed to open when he shuts a door on me.

Current Mood: disappointed

In conclusion, fuck you life.

Today is my day off, so if I have errands to do I generally do them on a Friday. Thumbs up, right? Well recently I've switched car insurances because the guys at my old company were a bunch of douchebags and tres expensive, so I went with Progressive. Now, I have to have a vehicle inspection before a certain date so they can make sure everything is kosher. Awesome, I can do this. Progressive gives me a company and an address so I think everything will be fine.

Except it isn't.

I get up and get out today to go to Main Street Mobil at 58 North Country Road in Setauket, follow the directions I got from Mapquest, and -- surprise -- there is no 58. There's a 56, and a 60, but 58 seems to elude me completely. There's no signs on the road saying "Main St. Mobil up this drive" etc. So, fine. I drive by a few times, look on the opposite side of the street, take a nearby side street. Literally every conceivable option I explore. So now that I'm annoyed and thinking, "Gee it would be nice to have a smartphone right now so that I could avoid going all the way back to the school and looking it up again on my home computer." (It's actually very close to the school, but Stony Brook is set up in a really stupid manner so getting back to my parking lot is really an exercise in patience, especially in the middle of the day where students will just cross the road willy nilly without looking.)

So I come back into my room, try to look up another location on Progressive, except the page where you can do that seems to disappear once they have your money. I put the address in to Google, and see that Mapquest was giving me wrong directions. So with a renewed sense of hope, I drive by hoping to see that address and -- nope. Nothing. Zero. NA. DA. It's either really well hidden (which I think is stupid but Long Island does this a lot -- there is no conceivable pattern to the streets at all and a lot of things are hidden back from the road) or I am just blind. So I came back here, giving up for the day.

And yeah. Now I'm pissed, because what should have been a quick little jaunt and took maybe half an hour or less wasted two hours of my time. I give up, universe. You win.

Current Mood: annoyed

I feel like poor Cas looks in this icon.

I fell off a ladder in the theatre today. Luckily, it was just when I was coming down and I missed the bottom rung (or slipped, it happened too fast for me to really remember clearly). I went down on my ass and then started to fall backwards into the scaffold that was behind me. Cracked my head. It wasn't bleeding, and I didn't go unconscious at any time. I could feel everything and move fingers and toes, all that. They kept me immobile, called paramedics, and at the hospital they gave me a CAT scan. Everything looked clear, and I could walk in a straight line, so they released me. I'm sore, right now it's no worse than if I'd exercised real hard or slept at a weird angle, but it'll probably be bad tomorrow. I have Ibuprofen, so barring unforeseen circumstances, this is just another stupid accident and another story to tell about silly Liz. More than anything, I was stunned and then embarrassed.

This week sucked. I'm going to work on picspam now.

This today and Wednesday the SATD shot a staple through her thumb. I think someone said the name of the Scottish Play.

Current Mood: sore

I came back from work and my roommate told me she was moving out, she was on the waiting list to get into Chapin which has single rooms. I am kind of floored, maybe this is God's way of telling me I am not fit for human company, because at the moment I really kind of have to agree. I don't know if I'll be getting a new roommate or not, I'm going to e-mail the lady in charge and ask.

I don't know why they make "going green" such a big deal on campus and then ignore me when I bring my own canvas bag for groceries, but there is a certain amount of irony to it that I am not totally blind to.

( Cut for spoilers of SPN 5x04. )

Current Mood: confused

So the Department basically has all of us grad students like triple booked for Wednesdays. Graduate population meetings, class in the city, play festival meetings, work, it's like they want me to kill myself. You think they'd figure this out, but I guess not. :|

I've also never understood classes where they're like OH THERE IS A TON OF STUFF CULTURE BLAH BLAH BLAH but here's 240580 pages of reading and a small paper due next week, see ya! :D Like, seriously. Stop it.

Yep, I'm definitely back in school.

I made pancakes for dinner tonight and they were made of the most fantastic fail. I don't have a griddle so I tried using a pan on the stove and that did not work nearly as well. They were getting pretty well cooked on the outside and still soupy on the inside, and also, I remembered why I don't like to cook: because there is always a mess to clean up.

I think I want to write a paper on Katie Mitchell for my Theories of Theater class. I've raved about her stuff here before. She does devised theater and has a dance background, so I think it'll be kosher. I just hope it won't be like, I have trouble finding resources or anything. Because that would bite.

And it would be really nice to know what my books were going to be for the class in the city. Because there weren't any in the bookstore. o_O

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