April 21, 2002 :: 12:14 p.m.
sometimesIforgetthespacesbetweenwords
I can't believe it's past noon already. It doesn't seem like I've been up that long. Hmm. I haven't showered or anything yet. Just had some oatmeal and got the mail and things. My parents just got back this morning, and they had the mail key with them while they were gone, so there was a huge stack of mail in the box. I have no idea how they crammed it all in there, but it must've been hard - it was a bitch and a half to get out, anyway. All that mail and I only got three things: a Delia*s catalogue, the circle journey book from Adam, and a letter about tuition payment plans from LVC. I need to call them, not that I'm thinking about it, because I haven't gotten a financial aid report yet. I got the tuition payment information but I have no idea how much I have to pay. How does that order of events make any sense? Pish.
I'm wondering when Adam will get back, and if he'll even want to talk to me when he does. *sigh* Fuck me and my mental patient-esque behavior.
I'm supposed to help C.C. build a shrine tonight for another scene they're shooting, in a different film. I'm tempted to bail out, but I have all the stuff here - photos, necklace, candles, etc, etc. I don't think it'll take too long, though, so I'll probably just go and get it done and then leave. There will be no more lugging around cameras and wrapping myself up in wire and wearing headphones that squish my ears and holding the microphone stick (I believe it's called a "boom") for me. No sir. It was an interesting experience but you'd have to pay me to do it again. Especially when it involves becoming the designated dog handler, driving all over Harrisburg, trying to lure a moose-like dog into the car with a pork chop, getting slobbered on, scratched, and covered in fur, once again driving all over Harrisburg, picking up a way-too-energetic pug who sits in my lap and tries to steer the car, literally running her around the neighborhood and the park trying to wear her out, chasing her down when she wiggles out of her collar, playing tug of war with the leash, and getting tripped several times with all my stupid gear on when the pug decides it's time to entangle herself in the wires. *pant, pant* That was one hell of a run-on, but what do you want? It was one of those moments.
I should shower. Yes. I've added two pictures to the art page if you're interesting. One I like a lot, and one I only like a smidgen. Go look.
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