dramaturgy: ([Misc] Hyperbole and a Half.)
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.
dramaturgy: ([AI] Johnny.)
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

dramaturgy: ([SPN] One of those days.)
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.
dramaturgy: ([Heroes] Praying.)
So my application has been processed by the theatre department, not the graduate school. And once they do that, crap will get sent out. Also, there was a housing deposit and a deadline that never, ever heard about.

dramaturgy: ([DW/T] Does it need saying?)
So when I went in to Movie Gallery I was only planning on giving my schedule at Lane Bryant for next week just in case they decided they wanted to put me on the schedule next week, and Linda told me our DM got fired. Over Power Play. This fucking Power Play is screwing up people's lives, shit. She asked me if I wanted to be on the schedule and I told her no, so I gave her my key and quit. It was all very cordial but seriously. That job went to shit pretty quickly.

I am officially in over my head.
dramaturgy: ([Mentalist] I have no superiors.)
For some reason, I have agreed to play Mystery Can with [livejournal.com profile] thinkatory. Except we added a rule that we each get to choose one thing the other person can't get, so no canned meat and no sauerkraut, lest we both barf excessively.

ETA: Okay, two new rules. The writing on the can has to be in English, inspired by this can.
dramaturgy: ([Misc] I am never going to work again)
I hate pretending to be a responsible adult. I'm so desperately bad at it.
dramaturgy: ([Disney] GFD!)

I went back to Coe tonight to see the play and it was marvelous. We have talented actors at Coe and this was an especially momentous occasion, as it was the first time we did plays by black playwrights. Florence and The Dutchman were both staged as a joint venture called A Dream Deferred, A Race Derailed. A couple of years ago, we read Topdog, Underdog in our theatre history class, and the question came up: why do we not do this play? It's an excellent play, it's probably one of my favorites that I had to read for theatre history, and I read a lot of plays. But it was said that we couldn't do these sorts of plays (where African-American/ethnic casting is needed for the play to make sense), i.e., put them on the schedule if no one was going to show up and audition. There's a certain amount of logic to this; we (and when I say "we" I mean the department) needed to decide whether or not if we built it, they would come.

Well, we built it. And they came.

Jackie, I'll give you more details later if you want them I promise, I am just REALLY tired right now. And if you all read on you will find out why.

The short story: I dropped my car key down the elevator shaft in Murray.

The long story: After the play was over I bid my sister good night some of my friends (Lizabe [[livejournal.com profile] techie34], Ashley, Rae, and Chelsea) were getting ready to go to the Homecoming dance, and I was catching up with them some while they did so. I was going to go to the truck (I was driving my dad's Big Truck) and they were going to go to the dance, so we were heading out together. I had the key out and I guess I didn't have a good hold on it or something and it fell out of my hand and RIGHT in the space between the elevator car and the floor. There was much swearing and gnashing of teeth and a little crying (you know how I get). We talked to the RA on duty who did his best to help us (even taping a hook to a broom handle to try and stick in the shaft, bless him) and well. They can't get into the shaft until they can get maintenance in there which would have been tomorrow at the very, very earliest but more likely Monday. And, the cynic in me says, most likely even later than that, because this is Coe College. (It's like Sparta, except it sucks.) So Lizabe, GOD BLESS HER, I LOVE LIZABE, lent me her car so I could drive home. I'll go back tomorrow, return the car, and take the truck back. I parked the truck in a zone that had no parking between 11 PM and 8 AM or something, right there on 1st Ave, but of course I didn't figure on leaving it there over night. I figure I'll have a parking ticket (FUCK) but I am petrified that it's going to be towed and impounded, because I don't owe enough people money already.

I just. Why do these things always happen to me?


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