It is currently 11:45pm and I am so tired that I can barely function. So what am I doing?
Writing a blog post. Duh.
Tomorrow morning’s gonna be rough. I’m just gonna call that right now. But, hey; whatever.
It’s Homecoming Week at HSU, so things are hopping around here. As if advising season and sorority/fraternity pledging season weren’t enough to fill the campus with general tumult, add in homecoming prep and daily activities and this crazy event we at HSU call “All-School SING!”
From a performance standpoint, SING is…madness. It is chaos. It is too much pressure and too much singing and a much coveted title of Champion.
From a technical standpoint, SING is…complete madness. It is utter chaos. It is too much pressure and too much singing and directors who don’t understand that we aren’t actually trying to ruin their lives when a cue goes wrong.
Guess who’s working SING Tech…?
The one sitting at the house-left side of the booth in front of the computer, running projections.
It’s not an awful job, actually. A couple of the shows don’t even have projections.
And it’s easy to amuse myself, intentionally and otherwise.
Like, on Tuesday, I added one slide to a slideshow, turned to talk to the director, turned back and found that I had also added 236 additional slides besides the one I wanted. So that made me giggle way too much.
And today, before the show began, when the curtains were closed and nobody in the audience could see what was being projected, I found a picture of a baby chimpanzee and made him think encouraging things for the people backstage to see. That was fun.
So yeah. I’m amusing myself and getting paid and trying not to dwell on how tired I am or on the people who I’m letting get under my skin.
Aside from SING madness, it’s been raining here!
I love the rain!
I love to run around in it and splash in it and soak up the annual rainfall of Bakersfield in my clothes in the space of an hour.
I learned today that Toby’s pen does not particularly love rain. Or, rather, it does. Much too much.
My dear, hydrophobic horse is now living in a lake, ruling over his wet domain from two little islands. The water is at least four inches deep. Plus another two inches of mud.
I am very glad that I own rain boots.
And I am very ready for the sun to come up and evaporate the lake. Because Toby is not a seahorse. He’s a horse horse.
Really, if I’m entirely honest, life has been crazy and weird on all counts for a while now.
And by crazy and weird I don’t mean all and sunshine and roses.
I mean that lately there have been some grey-colored days, and on those days I am just grateful for people who come into my quiet to let me know that I am not alone and that it’s going to be okay. Hugs are sometimes the best things ever.
I mean that recently I have had spinning-like-a-top days, and on those days I am so grateful for people who don’t get scared of me and who keep up with my mad energy and join me in adventuring into all sorts of mischief. Camaraderie isn’t just a word I can’t spell or pronounce.
On Sunday I was ready to drop out of school.
I’m totally serious.
I was curled up at my aunt’s house with first my sisters and then my entire family, and there was not a single bit of me that wanted to return to Abilene to this drab little dorm room to resume my life as a student.
And so I didn’t return.
Or, rather, I put off returning until I finally left so late that I didn’t get back to campus until 11:30pm. I still managed to go to bed earlier that night than I am tonight. Oh well.
Life’s buzzing in my head, feverishly reminding me that there are a million and one things I want to say, but my tired mind is out of words and so I think I’m going to call it a night.
One final thing, though: Why does my hair always look nicest in the middle of the night?! For realzies! What’s with that? My only option is to sleep on a head of curls that will look frizzy and slept-on tomorrow morning.
So not cool.
A Happy Song