The Icon Faerie

1. My students, by turns, are wonderful and know absolutely nothing and it shows.

2. This weekend was not fun. Want to know why? Because Saturday I got a cancellation notice from my insurance company. Admittedly, I called them on Wednesday to pay by card over the phone when payment was due THAT DAY, but I didn't think they'd get it done that fast. I don't get it, do they print out a new cancellation every month and then express mail it at 12:01 on the due date if you haven't paid yet?

Anyway, I paid over the phone and didn't think anything more of it, but I took this as a sign to change my car insurance, which I was going to do when my year with Eveready was up anyway. I matched my current policy best I could with the options Progressive gave me, and it's going to be like sixty bucks a month cheaper. So this morning I sent Eveready a letter telling them where they could shove their insurance. (Except nicer than that.) Of course, I checked and the money had already cleared. (So they cancelled my policy but had no trouble taking my money.) But I wrote they could either give me the full month they took the money for or let the cancellation hold and let me know so I can get the appropriate start date for my new insurance.

3. Friday I was referred to an endocrinologist by Dr. Tuckman and he gave me the form and said, "Call this number!" so this morning I did and they were like "Oh we need to have the form/your recent bloodwork/first born child faxed to us." And also that they're booking into December-January right now, which means February. Ugh.

Kill me now.

Om nom nom Indian food. I just met dmp and her affianced and they are so much fun. I even think I managed to stay away from talking about myself too much, hooray! They looked awesome in their steampunk gear and I felt rather underdressed in my jeans and Hawkeyes t-shirt. They are here for I-Con and I am a little miffed that this is taking place at my OWN SCHOOL and I had to hear about it from Diana.

But yes. Anyway. I have a picture of my car!

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He's pretty. I'm pretty sure it's a he. I don't have any ideas for names yet. He rides very smooth though. Wednesday morning was a headache because I was trying to figure out parking permit stuff. I called the office when they opened and they said if I put my stuff in online it would be ready by nine. I cheerily said okay!! and went down there. I got there about ten after nine and they couldn't find it. So they said I'd have to go to the bursar's office. I went to the bursar's office, and they said I'd have to bring in my registration. So I went and got it out of my window, but it's only a temporary registration, which they don't take. At this point I was pretty pissed because, what the hell people. I think the lady felt bad for me because I'm sure I looked like my head was going to explode, and so she got the student parking people to write me a temporary parking pass. Argh.

Wednesday night, I saw The Pride with strangerface and her sister, which I loved. I wrote a nice, thoughtful post on my theatre blog, and you can read that if you want, but here I'm going to do the fangirling.

If you've read this journal ever, you know that Ben Whishaw is one of my favorite actors and if they sold tickets to a performance of him reading out of a phone book I would probably go. But it was tired, it was a Wednesday, and I was getting a little headachey, so I was torn on whether or not to try and stagedoor this mofo. We walked out and kept on walking, and I left Emily and Bridget to take the 1 up to Penn. Except I went into the 'Downtown' entrance which is not where I needed to go. So I got up the stairs and it hit me: that was a sign. I went back to the theatre.

I wish I'd been cool enough to say something besides HI THANKS FOR COMING TO NY I LOVED THE PLAY CAN YOU PLEASE SIGN, but roseanna is going to teach me her ways. Apparently she can channel her nervous energy into being cute rather than awkward. But yes. Hugh Dancy was a total gentleman with a gorgeous smile and almost a little too codeswitching for me to not be weirded out (I'M SORRY I KILLED YOU, luckily, did not fall out of my mouth). Adam James was hilarious and now when I watch Planet of the Dead I'm going to be on the lookout for him. Ben Whishaw BEN WHISHAW was very nice, a bit... shyer seeming, but I did the hi, hello, thanks for the show bit, and told him I was a very big fan -- god, why am I so cliche? He thanked me, said "Cheers" (the British are so adorable), and by this time the others who had stuck around to stagedoor had realized that he was the other guy. Andrea Riseborough was lovely as well. She reminded me a lot of a girl I was at Coe with in theatre. XD None of them were a bit short, and were very happy to be there, I think.

( I was too nervous to get pictures, but, playbill? )

Also, only somewhat unrelatedly as one of my first impressions of Ben was "he's a bit shorter than I thought he might be," I realized that thanks to the freakishly tall men in my family, I have a skewed perception on what "tall" is. Being 5'8" myself probably doesn't help.

Ugh, my glands are huge and I wish that were a euphemism for something, but it isn't. It would be nice to not be sick, especially since I used up all my sick excuses last week when I was mentally not fit for human company. I'm not much better this week and I don't know why.

But tomorrow I GET MY CAR. Val will take me to Herbee Dodge one last time, I will take care of the insurance mumbo jumbo, and I will drive away with my cute little Neon. And we will live happily ever after.

And then I have to start looking for a summer job. Damnit.

You know what would be awesome? If I could PRINT THE INSURANCE INFORMATION I NEED TO GIVE THE DEALERSHIP. I want my car, damn them! :(

Why is every car dealership I look at inundated with negative reviews? I've worked in retail so I understand the idea that people are only going to talk about their experience if they're pissed off about it, but does nobody have anything good to say? No? Okay then.