Success: Waking up at 6:30 on a Saturday to read and exercise.
Failure: Did a half-aced job of a Jillian Michaels work-out like twenty minutes before I had to run out the door because I spent the previous two hours answering e-mails. And not reading.
Success: Feeling positive about the play call-back I went to this AM.
Failure: If I get cast, my life will implode. I do not have time for this ish.
Success: Doing my laundry this afternoon.
Failure: Not grading a single paper all afternoon.
Success: Grocery shopping supes efficiently, so I can finish all my new play edits tonight.
Failure: Stopping in at a rando bakery to snoop/waste time.
Success: Lady gives me a free cream puff. And it's legit. Plus, still plenty of time to do my work.
Failure: Accepting dinner invite from Ro.
Success: A delightful meal of good conversation, glass noodles, and Thai iced tea.
Failure: I have dinner plans with Pinto for later. Boop.
Success: Very joy-filled day.
Failure: Do I need to say this again? I have done zero reading, writing, or grading for the entirety of today. Good job, me.
Success: I have three hours before I head out again.
Failure: I'm writing on my blog. So.
Showing posts with label Thai Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thai Food. Show all posts
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Snapshots: September 14th, 2011
"You are one of the few people I know that would be like, "A person died, but at least it made a good musical number!"
and be totally serious."--Dusty on me explaining that "'Til We Reach That Day" in Ragtime justifies (SPOILER ALERT) Sarah's murder
The first play I wrote for my Playwrights Seminar was very...experimental, ambiguous, open, and everyone knew it. But so did I. During feedback, which was pretty cut cut what cut, I looked over at Blue Eyes, who gave me the sweetest smile and mouthed an apologetic, "I love you!" I went out to the hipster hangout bar with him post-class. He ordered a double vodka, and I kept my eye on the level of liquid left in his curvy glass as we discussed non-linear writing style. It's difficult enough to distinguish good ideas from bad ones in conversations of narrative structure. We made decent theoretical headway before I had to hop on my bike and get to the Thai Elephant for a dinner date with MAF and her hubby.
Good Stuff:
-leftover red curry in the fridge
-Clara visits in nine days
-Andrew Jackson Jihad lately
-quitting the sandwich gig honestly and the boss being supes understanding
and be totally serious."--Dusty on me explaining that "'Til We Reach That Day" in Ragtime justifies (SPOILER ALERT) Sarah's murder
The first play I wrote for my Playwrights Seminar was very...experimental, ambiguous, open, and everyone knew it. But so did I. During feedback, which was pretty cut cut what cut, I looked over at Blue Eyes, who gave me the sweetest smile and mouthed an apologetic, "I love you!" I went out to the hipster hangout bar with him post-class. He ordered a double vodka, and I kept my eye on the level of liquid left in his curvy glass as we discussed non-linear writing style. It's difficult enough to distinguish good ideas from bad ones in conversations of narrative structure. We made decent theoretical headway before I had to hop on my bike and get to the Thai Elephant for a dinner date with MAF and her hubby.
Good Stuff:
-leftover red curry in the fridge
-Clara visits in nine days
-Andrew Jackson Jihad lately
-quitting the sandwich gig honestly and the boss being supes understanding
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Thai-Ho!
Stripes, Muff, and I had our quarterly meeting Saturday night. We enjoyed curries and concretes together speaking in bad accents and guffaws all the while.
I love them, these girls, and I wish I could just HAVE some women. When I watch Sex and the City I get insanely jealous that all my female friends never bonded into a neat little pod. They are scattered across the country, scattered across my life, sometimes scatter-brained.
Anyway, we were talking about early memories of each other, and Stripes brought up a memory from before we had even spoken really at all. It was winter of our freshman year. We were in the same house but rather unaware of one another. One morning she happened to get up in time before class to slop a jog together. She said it was gorgeous morning--frosty and sunny. She was rather enjoying herself when she noticed me far ahead on the road bobbing easily along in my little running pants with my little head phones. Trip-trop, hop-skip. Easy easy easy. She said at that moment she thought, "Hmmph, now SHE has it all together. She does this every morning." Which...was true. But, under no circumstances did I have it all together at that point. In fact, that was probably one of my worst quarters of college. I was hardly trying in classes, rude in rehearsals, and struggling with friendship issues nearly every ding-dang day. Yet, at that time, I looked together. I'll take it.
She said some mornings when she would be barreling around getting ready she would imagine me, happily ending my run, taking a long shower, fixing up for work, etc. and think "Blast."
It's so easy to see yourself as a train wreck. Muff complained heavily about her despicable capstone. Of course, such poppycock makes you want to slap the person speaking and scream "STOP BAD-MOUTHING MY FRIEND!" To those who love us, we are gems. How come it is so difficult for us to believe them?
I love them, these girls, and I wish I could just HAVE some women. When I watch Sex and the City I get insanely jealous that all my female friends never bonded into a neat little pod. They are scattered across the country, scattered across my life, sometimes scatter-brained.
Anyway, we were talking about early memories of each other, and Stripes brought up a memory from before we had even spoken really at all. It was winter of our freshman year. We were in the same house but rather unaware of one another. One morning she happened to get up in time before class to slop a jog together. She said it was gorgeous morning--frosty and sunny. She was rather enjoying herself when she noticed me far ahead on the road bobbing easily along in my little running pants with my little head phones. Trip-trop, hop-skip. Easy easy easy. She said at that moment she thought, "Hmmph, now SHE has it all together. She does this every morning." Which...was true. But, under no circumstances did I have it all together at that point. In fact, that was probably one of my worst quarters of college. I was hardly trying in classes, rude in rehearsals, and struggling with friendship issues nearly every ding-dang day. Yet, at that time, I looked together. I'll take it.
She said some mornings when she would be barreling around getting ready she would imagine me, happily ending my run, taking a long shower, fixing up for work, etc. and think "Blast."
It's so easy to see yourself as a train wreck. Muff complained heavily about her despicable capstone. Of course, such poppycock makes you want to slap the person speaking and scream "STOP BAD-MOUTHING MY FRIEND!" To those who love us, we are gems. How come it is so difficult for us to believe them?
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