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.