Boozy has made me start to think that I might be anemic, because Cohen suggested that she might be anemic.
Da and I drove down to DeKalb for my orientation on Sunday, and the long car ride wasn't exactly as bad as I thought it would be. I'm sure I would've been complaining a lot if I was actually driving. We put our stuff in the hotel room, and then headed out to grab some Chinese, and then we went to see Wall-E again. I woke up at about 4am, and laid there for about a half hour and realized Da was awake too, and then I crawled in bed with him and cuddled until I fell back asleep. Monday was horribly boring, and thank Zeus it only lasted a few hours instead of a few days. I did get to see the theatre building though, and my dorm, and I now know where all the theatre offices are, so yay. I was ridiculously drained after getting back from campus, and I STILL feel like I haven't recovered from it. I tried to take a nap, but it didn't do much to help restore any energy. We went to dinner with Da's friend Alex, and that was enjoyable, but I found myself wishing I had gotten the ravioli instead of the alfredo, which was very eh-tasting. I also only ate a little bit because one of the other dishes on the table smelled absolutely rancid, and I couldn't actually bring myself to eat anymore. I got a box and brought it back the hotel, and forgot it there, which I feel guilty about, having eaten so little of it. Uncomfortable sleep in the truck Tuesday morning on the way home. I also tried to take a nap at Sara's later, and only managed about 15 minutes.
I wish I could play Juliet.
I'm probably getting a new car from Sylvia's co-worker's daughter, but I haven't been able to actually talk to her. Any time I try to call, I get Gary, and ask him to have her call me, and she never does. I want that car nooow. I don't actually even know what shape it's in, but it has to be better than The Vag. I really wish it wasn't red, though.
Last night I did the 'banished' scene with Friar Laurence, and I have such a hard time breathing. I remember having a hard time breathing the last time I did it. I have a hard time breathing in general, when I think about it. Some time in high school, I was at the doctor's for something, and I had to breathe into this little device that like...measured breathing?, and I had to keep doing it over and over, but the sub doctor never told me WHY I was doing it, or what the results were or anything. He just kept having me exhale, then he looked at the little device, and had me do it again.
Anyway. The ride home last night was pretty bad. A lot my rides home are pretty bad. I'll have my riPod on shuffle and an 'Ian song' will come on, and then I have to listen to more of them, and then I'm like crying the entire time.
I haven't seen very many of my friends this summer. Well...I guess that's not really true, because I've seen a lot of them. I just have a lot of friends, and it's difficult to make time to hang out with them all, especially with gas being cunty. But I miss a lot of them.
I really have the urge to paint right now, but I'm at Boozy's, and I kinda stole all of her paints before I went back to school last year...XD I kind of just want to go home rather than wait for her to get out of work, but there's nothing for me to do there, and the drive there is going to be shitty because of all the assholes on torch lake waiting to watch the effing fireworks. Screw that shit.
EDIT:
Forgot to talk about my sneaksy mission.
Last night I managed to get the dvd of The Aristocats into Da's truck and on the seat without him even noticing I was gone.
I had been thinking about getting it for him for a while, and thought I would for a show gift, but then thought it would be better having just gotten back from orientation.
I knew I wanted him to find it in the truck, but I had no idea how I was going to get it in there because he locks it.
Then during a transition in rehearsal last night, he got up to pee and stopped to talk to Joe and watch fight stuff, and I stole his keys and effing RAN to my car, and then ran to his truck (which was parked at the Heritage Center, uhg), and then ran back and threw his keys back in his backpack, and he hadn't even stopped talking to Joe yet.
Success.