There's a map or a clue to a map!

It's not a trip for a member of the Deeter Family, unless something bad happens or there's a blip on the radar. I took my mom to the airport tonight for her trip to a conference in Chicago/to hang with her sister. Of course my mom getting ready for a trip always causes insanity at my house--it's like the house flips upside down and runs in double time. Anyways, she decides not to pack until she gets home from work today, she left at 3, and her flight was at 7:45...anyways, she got packed in time and we left on time. There are 2 options for getting to 465, the highway that loops around Indy, off of which is the airport, from my house-actually, there are tons of options, but to get to that specific side of town there are only 2. So we pick option #2, and the ramp to 465 is closed. That's just how things roll for us Deeters.

In other travel related news, I'm meeting Fur at his house tomorrow at 2:00 to drive to Chicago because our flight to NYC leaves at 6am (Chicago time) Tursday. We'll have dinner with my mom and aunt and then crash at Fur's sister's place.

Oh and get this. On Monday, I went to my dad's office to get his car and keys so I could go to storage to get my clothes etc that they brought home from South Bend. So I walk into the building and 3 people are standing outside smoking. That's not so bad, I don't judge people who smoke. They decide that they are coming inside when I walk to the door, and they block the entrance. Then I get inside and head to the elevator, and it's obvious that these people want the elevator too, but they are lollygagging behind. So I stand and wait in the elevator holding the door open button for way too long waiting for them. I know, I know--I didn't have to wait for them, but if I didn't then I would have been an asshole, and I'm not like that. They finally get in the elevator, and it's 2 girls and a guy. And he's one of those outgoing in a douchy guys who is incredibly annoying, and generally rude.

I'm wearing my newest Saint Mary's t-shirt (we left South Bend on Sunday, and we made a last stop at the SMC bookstore and I got a new t-shirt and sweatshirt, cuz who knows when I'll be back up there :'( ). So this douchy guy looks at me with a smug look on his face and says "Saint Mary's, is that a real college?" And I ditch the nice, polite girl face, and I assume a "what the hell" face and say "yes." "Oh, well I didn't know...is it one of those nun-colleges?" I just look at him...and one of the girls says "duh, haven't you heard of Saint Mary's of the Woods? gosh. That's it, right?" And I politely say "No, its just a college, not a nun-school, and it's in South Bend...by Notre Dame." and Mr. Douche says "oh, I just figured it was a fake college. Like I went to Phoenix University and got my degree in 4 days." (Disclaimer: I don't necessarily thing Phoenix University is a fake or illegit school, I'm just quoting him.) And I get off the elevator, after looking at them with a nasty face, and walk into the firm.

Ok, so I'm not narcissistic enough to think that everyone knows what or where my beloved SMC is. But I do think that that's a pretty rude and obnoxious thing to say to someone on an elevator, especially while smirking. Also, it kind of puts a damper on a recent graduate's excitement about the future. Does anyone else think that's rude?

i dont know why you say goodbye i say hello

So I'm home. I know, it's my last finals week at SMC, and I don't have much time left, what the fuck? Right?
I was planning on coming home for a while this weekend anyways on Friday. But let me tell you, being on campus and having zero finals and zero things to do is REALLY boring. Even if you have friends around. Plus, I miss my family. Weird as it sounds. Next, I needed to get away for a brief second because there's still some drama that's lurking over my head/around me and being away for a couple of days will help me appreciate next week even more. Plus, I'm going to be in South Bend until the freakin' end of May...so I have a while. So get off my back? OK. Or maybe I'm rationalizing to myself. I don't know. It just felt like the right thing to do. Although it sucks when you get home and your mom is in one of those I'm pissed off at the world and going to be a debbie downer and snotty funky type moods. That kinda makes me regret coming home. I'm sure it will be better tomorrow when Smiley, myself, et al go to a malt shop (my allergic to dairy self hopes they have slushies) and a drive in!!!
I did a lot of stuff on campus today before leaving. Mostly like sleeping really late, eating lunch, trying to load my car but then the elevator broke and there were no more carts, finding someone to take my fridge (Thanks Martha!) and cleaning it with her, loading the car finally, cleaning out my cubby at the show :(, and taking pictures of the shop and my(mostly others') beautiful paintings on the walls. As seen in this post.

You know what's awesome? When the internet in the dorms shuts down from 6pm until at least when you go to bed at 2am. Actually, no, it's not awesome. But it happened. Also all the ATMs on campus were down today.

What is awesome though, is that I successfully returned stuff at Macy's and RESISTED the urge to buy a new pair of shoes that I want. Maybe I won't be so bad at this adult budgeting thing after all. Shit. Who am I kidding, It's gonna suck.

In other news, the packing up my room is NOT going very well. Sorta like the internet. I mean, I have til NEXT weekend to be out of the dorm and all, but we graduate on Saturday afternoon and have to be completely moved out by 2pm SUnday. That's bogus. But I have a lot of stuff, so I'm trying to do it in pieces. Like I'm taking stuff home tomorrow. Here is the progress:

Pretty pathetic, no?

Wow

Just a couple pictures from the eventful week(end) (that isn't over yet)...

Sarah and I after the Honors Convocation. 8 years together :).Michaela (Tater :) ) giving me a gift for receiving the service award for the department.

It was GORGEOUS out today!!!! I don't care if it rains every day until graduation, as long as it's this beautiful for graduation. Ok, I do care. but still...

Me and daddy deeter post hooding ceremony. Yes, he's smiling.*****HUGGING*****
i LOVE yellow tulips! They are my favorite.

Home Sweet Moreau
Le Mans Hall.And finally...The Avenue

choose one or taste them all

This is a post of many short and random things...

I believe in tradition. I really do. I'm the first person to admit that I'm afraid of change. I joke about it a lot. But seriously, changes in things that are going well freaks me out a little bit.

But, I do know that in certain situations (maybe even in many situations), you have to adapt, you have to change, you have to make alterations or the tradition can't live on at all in any form.

Also, I've started to notice how much I value loyalty. I tend to consider myself a loyal person, but the point of me pointing this out isn't to boost me up. It's really just background for me saying that I've learned how much I really, really value loyalty in others.

*steps off of soap box*

As with my recent rekindling of love for Josh Groban, I have also rekindled my love for John Mayer.

And more and more signs of my "addictive personality" in my younger years keep popping up. Interesting.

My senior year in high school, I got this virus that looked like little pimples in my throat. Gross I know. They hurt like crazy-both in a stinging, raw throaty kind of way, and in a I-feel-like-something-is-permanently-lodged-in-my-throat way. The doctor said it was caused by a continual wearing down of my body. I had pushed myself too far and done too much and my body was sort of shutting down. Those pimple like bumps appeared in my throat in the last couple of days, and they came to fruition today. Awesome. Maybe I'll test out the good old Health and Wellness one last time here at SMC.

Tomorrow is hooding and the honors covocation. Scary stuff. Also, I'm done with college classes. Yikes. Aside from a performance final/paper to accompany it and a portfolio of my internship work, I am done with college. Oh yeah, and actually graduating too...details details.

Let's not discuss it.

So my dearest dearest Perkins and I got emotional tonight. It was our last opening night at SMC. Also our last show working together, and her last show ever. (of course, unless I open a theatre, cuz if so, I will call her, and she will drop everything she's doing and be my td :) ) Anyways. I got a little emotional, I'm not gonna lie. I mean, it's not AS bad since its the opera and not a main stage, and my last main stage kind of snuck by me (thankfully).

In honor of my last opening night at SMC, I will share an interesting tidbit/scary story from this week. Not SCARY scary, like ironic/weird/coincidental scary:

So the second electric in O'Laughlin is 2 pipes chained together so that it holds all the weight. So that means 2 people have to pull it in. Michaela and I went to bring in the second electric together a couple of days ago, and something weird happened. And I am not exaggerating this. Literally every single motion we made to bring in the fly was EXACTLY THE SAME. EXACTLY. We pulled up the lock the same, we flipped down the lever the same, we pulled the ropes the same AND at the same speed, we flipped the lever up the same, and we put the safety ring on the same. THE EXACT SAME. After we put on the safety ring, we looked at each other with huge eyes, border line freaking out at how weird the whole thing was. Seriously, it was weeiirrd. I guess it means we work together a lot? Or that she's taught me a lot? Or something. Anyways, that was a weird experience. Have you ever had something like that happen? When you go through a sequence of something with someone and apparently you do it all the same???

Agador!!!!

I also forgot to mention that SMC security/VP accidentally sent out an emergency text message and phone call on our emergency system today telling us there was a tornado warning and to take shelter immediately. I was in the department office and got to be a part of the chaos that ensued with Katie et al. Quality. Of course, I was there when they sent out the "disregard" texts. And then we received like 3 apology emails that were sure to tell us not to ignore these alerts in the future. Nice

proud partner...

yesterday's post was really intense. Sorry about that. Good news is, it helped. Nothing has changed or anything...but it felt good to just fricken get it out. And I'm not ALWAYS like that (read: depressed, self-pitying, and what not), but when you're in your room for a long time doing work and having nothing to do but think, you get the best of yourself. It's dangerous. I mean, yeah, i still feel all those things, but I'm not CONSTANTLY dwelling on it.

In other news I have a resume made. My mom is going over it for some feedback, and her personal assistant at work used to work for a temp/placement agency so mom gave it to her to look over and give me some feedback. Now if only I had a job to go with my fancy-new-resume. Of course, i have the stand-by theatre resume already. This is my "real world resume". Scary shit.

Also, I have a question. I live on the 4th floor of my dorm. Thats about 70 stairs from the first floor, and even more from the basement. Of course, living on the 4th floor is great, because it feeds into my HATRED of stairs. I hate hate hate walking up stairs. Yes, I'm lazy, I know. But it's more than that. It's hard to describe. I don't mind walking...but I hate taking stairs. I take elevators whenever possible. And I'm not afraid to admit taht I'm that asshole taht takes the elevator one floor (up, never one floor down-I'm not THAT bad). So yes, I always take the elevator to up to my room. I've taken the stairs twice to my room this year-once was peer pressure and once was cuz the elevator was broken. Once it was broken and i had a HUGE basket of shit from Target and the grocery that was REALLY heavy, so I walked to the elevator on the other end of the building. Anyways. Murphy's law seems to always go into effect when in regards to elevator. Where ever I am when I need it, it is always on the opposite side of the building. Everyonce in a while its there, or a floor or 2 away. Why is that? But what is worse??? Doing laundry and dealing with the damned elevator. That's not 3 floors between me and my room, its 4! Pathetic, I know. But whatever.

7 people besides myself came to my SAC Theatre Majors event last night. 3 came tonight. And get this...none of them were theatre majors. I'm really upset. I put a CRAP ton of work into these events.

Blah.