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May. 11th, 2011 12:23 amMy ducks are getting in a row, somewhat. I have a place to live -- and I may even actually be able to afford it -- although I have no idea on earth how I'm going to afford anything else unless one of the internships calls me and Old Navy starts scheduling me again. They didn't schedule me last week and I don't work this week either. Maybe they're trying to be courteous with the end of the year, finals and all. But I don't know. Why would you hire someone to not schedule them? I thought about opening a card and live off of that for a little bit (just important stuff, I promise) but if I don't have to I'd really rather not.
I should be reading a play and making talking points for tomorrow but guess what, I don't want to.
My play was chosen for the reading. I'm happy about that and excited to hear it out loud, particularly if we can get the actors that we want. My classmate who is actually dramaturging the play (I don't have to 'turg since my play is being worked on -- I'm doing other things to compensate workload wise) is super excited about it and that makes me excited.
I wish that the stupid "Work from Home!" things on the internet weren't all scams that want me to pay them to join the club and then are basically like it's your fault if you're not making the money you want. If there were a place that I could get paid to do freelance work at, that would be cool.
IDK. I am not really a materialistic person, I don't think, but I worry about money because I don't feel like I have any.
My grandmother is doing better. She's not in the nursing home yet, she's in the hospital in 'skilled care', something like that. I talked to her on the phone on Mother's Day and she sounded like she was in good spirits. My mom said that eventually they would be going through the house and gathering things, probably in order to sell? I don't know. That house has been my grandparents' house my whole life and most of my dad's... I don't know what to feel. Mom told me if there were things that I wanted to make a list but of course now that I'm trying to go through the house in my head I'm drawing a complete blank. It feels weird to be putting dibs on her stuff. I guess I just thought that the phrase "You can't take it with you" meant when you die, not when you go to the home.
Whatever. Have an icon of Jenn Damiano kissing Reeve Carney.
I should be reading a play and making talking points for tomorrow but guess what, I don't want to.
My play was chosen for the reading. I'm happy about that and excited to hear it out loud, particularly if we can get the actors that we want. My classmate who is actually dramaturging the play (I don't have to 'turg since my play is being worked on -- I'm doing other things to compensate workload wise) is super excited about it and that makes me excited.
I wish that the stupid "Work from Home!" things on the internet weren't all scams that want me to pay them to join the club and then are basically like it's your fault if you're not making the money you want. If there were a place that I could get paid to do freelance work at, that would be cool.
IDK. I am not really a materialistic person, I don't think, but I worry about money because I don't feel like I have any.
My grandmother is doing better. She's not in the nursing home yet, she's in the hospital in 'skilled care', something like that. I talked to her on the phone on Mother's Day and she sounded like she was in good spirits. My mom said that eventually they would be going through the house and gathering things, probably in order to sell? I don't know. That house has been my grandparents' house my whole life and most of my dad's... I don't know what to feel. Mom told me if there were things that I wanted to make a list but of course now that I'm trying to go through the house in my head I'm drawing a complete blank. It feels weird to be putting dibs on her stuff. I guess I just thought that the phrase "You can't take it with you" meant when you die, not when you go to the home.
Whatever. Have an icon of Jenn Damiano kissing Reeve Carney.
