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saturday, may 9, 1998, 17:50 this is craziness i tell you. here i am, sitting in the lab, without a thing to do here. just because. i don't actually understand it, but i can't seem to leave. leaving means having to go home. alone. granted then i can listen to some galactic that brian has so graciously spun for me, but still. bah. not exactly sure why i'm complaining. probably because i have a whole bunch of work left to do before the end of the semester, i have to move all the dns shit that's sitting on my machine now before i lose the nework connection. least of my worries considering. of course i did just finish the last class that i need for my major. this is a good thing. next year. next year. i don't know. right now, i'm looking at a really light semester, but i don't know whether that's really such a good idea. whether i'm wasting my time. money. (my). also just got rejected to design a show next year. i'm not hurt. i don't even think that i'm disappointed. while it would have been nice to design the show, interesting piece and all, not designing means more time to do other things. not my life-long dream. i'm all okay with that. sounds like i'm trying to justify it. i'm not. the designer they chose will do really well, and i'm really psyched that she's getting to do it. erm. last night. swingers shown by film society. then frisbee on the green with brian, sam, and margaret. fun time interrupted by a production meeting for spring awakening. but that's okay too. have all these ideas for the show, i just hope that i can get them organized in my head. and in time. too many voices going on right here. i'm going home.
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