Alive in '05
Because when you think about it, being alive is one of my great accomplishments of 2004.
Is that sad? Realizing that at the end of the year, when all was said and done, when people asked me how I was doing, all I could say was, "I'm surviving."
Well, I did survive, dammit! If there was ever a year that I deserved a t-shirt for surviving, 2004 would be it. Runner-up would be 1998 (the year I moved back to NJ). Second runner-up would be spring semester 2002. But I digress as usual.
Recap of the things I survived in '04:
-the scheduling disaster that almost kept me from graduating on time
-the not-tragic-enough breakup with my boyfriend of 7 months
-rotting away in Scenic Art lab and gritting my teeth through Theater History
-the insanity of my Shoestring babies
-RutgersFest
-4 years of college
-The Evil Place (aka Cheesecake Factory)
-being non-verbally dumped by a guy who was never my boyfriend
-The Republican National Convention
-my disastrous theatrical management internship
-my 6th Christmas at the toy store
Wow.
Andre brought up an interesting and depressing point on New Year's Eve, right before the ball dropped. He said, "Our graduation year is over." And he's totally right. And I replied, "Oh my god, you're right. Only 3 more minutes before we're officially losers."
Losers in the sense that we had the balls to major in totally artistic things and now we're going to be forced to sell out and get stupid boring corporate jobs. Such an avenue is required if we ever want to move out of our houses. *Sigh* The real world sucks. Stay in school, kids, stay in school.
Meanwhile, my mother is starting to annoy me about my social life. Or what she believes to be a lack of a social life. She seems to not notice the fact that I have barely enough time to hang out with the friends that I do have, let alone trying to go out and meet new people. Maybe I should ask her if she wants to set up a playdate for me. Grrr.
Well, I must be going off to bed, considering the fact that I still have piles of laundry that need to be done before I catch the 2:00 train into NYC tomorrow. And I have to buy office supplies. And an umbrella. Oh, I have to make copies, too. And a contact sheet.
Welcome to 2005: it's going to start off crazy, and it'll probably end this way too.
Is that sad? Realizing that at the end of the year, when all was said and done, when people asked me how I was doing, all I could say was, "I'm surviving."
Well, I did survive, dammit! If there was ever a year that I deserved a t-shirt for surviving, 2004 would be it. Runner-up would be 1998 (the year I moved back to NJ). Second runner-up would be spring semester 2002. But I digress as usual.
Recap of the things I survived in '04:
-the scheduling disaster that almost kept me from graduating on time
-the not-tragic-enough breakup with my boyfriend of 7 months
-rotting away in Scenic Art lab and gritting my teeth through Theater History
-the insanity of my Shoestring babies
-RutgersFest
-4 years of college
-The Evil Place (aka Cheesecake Factory)
-being non-verbally dumped by a guy who was never my boyfriend
-The Republican National Convention
-my disastrous theatrical management internship
-my 6th Christmas at the toy store
Wow.
Andre brought up an interesting and depressing point on New Year's Eve, right before the ball dropped. He said, "Our graduation year is over." And he's totally right. And I replied, "Oh my god, you're right. Only 3 more minutes before we're officially losers."
Losers in the sense that we had the balls to major in totally artistic things and now we're going to be forced to sell out and get stupid boring corporate jobs. Such an avenue is required if we ever want to move out of our houses. *Sigh* The real world sucks. Stay in school, kids, stay in school.
Meanwhile, my mother is starting to annoy me about my social life. Or what she believes to be a lack of a social life. She seems to not notice the fact that I have barely enough time to hang out with the friends that I do have, let alone trying to go out and meet new people. Maybe I should ask her if she wants to set up a playdate for me. Grrr.
Well, I must be going off to bed, considering the fact that I still have piles of laundry that need to be done before I catch the 2:00 train into NYC tomorrow. And I have to buy office supplies. And an umbrella. Oh, I have to make copies, too. And a contact sheet.
Welcome to 2005: it's going to start off crazy, and it'll probably end this way too.
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