Hell Week: Day 1

OMG! It has begun.

Do You Feel Like I Feel?

Wow, I just created what will probably be the most embarrassing video ever. But I'm crazy like that, and it's for an awesome YouTuber.

Natalie!

Speaking of feelings, I am...
excited about our trailer that is hotness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8N9bwByGxMg
disgusted with the amount of work I still have left
anxious about an email a friend helped me write to someone... hoping for a reply
grateful to still be a college student.

Top Chef Wedding

So, I had a lovely conversation with a fabulous hairdresser today. Well, she mostly talked and I listened, but it was still nice.

We talked about televised car chases in Los Angeles. Why do the newscasts like to give them so much attention? Does it boost their ratings? Attract an otherwise apathetic viewership? I can only think of one advantage: by knowing which roads the fugitive is on, I know which streets and freeways to avoid.

Oh, and there were flat screen TVs in front of each salon chair, so a rerun of Top Chef happened to be playing. It was an episode of a gay couple getting married. I have no idea why they would want the contestants to prepare their wedding reception... you know some dish is bound to go wrong. Anyways, this started a new topic of all the gay people she (the hair stylist) knew in her life. How they always had gorgeous homes (she was dying to take a peek at her neighbors' house's interior), how they had the most fun personalities, how they were her bestest friends... and then, sensing that I might not have a clue what she was talking about, she asked if I had any gay friends. I replied, "Yeah, they're fun." Haha.

Well, only four more days to crank out some work on my thesis. Then, it will be the beginning of "Hell Week" as my dance group begins intense rehearsing for our spring show. This is only my second year (because I was away last semester), but I know what to expect: tired bodies, very little sleep, but a bonding experience like no other.

Permanently Pressed

Who does his or her laundry at midnight on a Monday, especially when school is not in session? Figuring the answer would be "NO ONE," I proceeded to the laundry room...

... but ran into two people. *gasp* at the First.... *sigh* for the Second.

Now I hate myself again.
I'm just glad the First's slick escape averted an awkward moment.

Lamest Spring Break Ever

I'm not the only one suffering. I'm sure of it. We are all prisoners of the THESIS!!!

The distractions I've encountered so far:
-> playing iSketch
-> Facebook fun
-> brainstorming a short film
-> YouTube vids
-> watching America's Best Dance Crew episodes
-> recycling
-> sleeping... zZz

Exciting events:
-> watching Jess in Eurydice despite the creepy Stones... nightmares for life.
-> stalking Mike on his way to Whitman library. Haha, I swear I'm not a stalker.
-> front handspring on the floor!

As you can see, Spring Break hates me. Time to go visit some carrels, because I don't have one :(

Magnetism

Jay.
Bridge. Lift. Spin.
Corner. Back. Corner.
Run around. Fall to ground.
Mirror. Balance. Swaying.
Forward. Pose. Releve.
Semi-circling gaze.
Spin. Spin. Lower. Bridge.
Jay.

Random Collision

I was reminded today of life's mysterious encounters. We all occupy a space in time, and when we collide, you can't help but wonder who or what may be orchestrating that ensemble.

Just a few of those events. I was on my way to meet with my adviser/advisor (gah! I don't know which spelling is correct), and instead of taking the usual staircase upwards, I went up the one closer to the side of the dinosaur's behind. When I reached the appropriate hallway, I peered into one of the adjoining labs and saw Helmae! busy at work with a gel photograph in her hand. And I just spoke to Annika last night, even though I hardly log onto Adium/AIM anymore!

Afterwards, I headed to Fine library, and then to the eerie Geosciences one, and then saw Joyce! I'm not even sure how we met, it was definitely before Psych 101 my freshman year, maybe even during pre-frosh weekend. Oh, the pre-frosh memories with Dan, and my Newman's-day-celebrating host. Haha.

And then in the elevator, I guess I was daydreaming because I let the elevator doors crush some poor woman as she was trying to get on. I'm sorry. I didn't even think about what you were trying to do, or that the "keep open" button was right in front of me.

Then on my way back to my room, I noticed some guy putting up posters in front of Patton on the Whitman sidewalk. It wasn't the first time I've seen him, and for some reason I find him so fascinating. It was awkward when I started staring a bit too long, and he seemed to be cognizant of it. At least it wasn't as bad as the time I saw him in Frist, 2nd floor, where we definitely had a staring thing going on. The worst part is not knowing who he is. So mysterious.

Finally, I had an unexpected visitor today, as if to consummate this day of happenstance. A junior, I assume, had selected my dorm room during room draw, and he just stopped by to take a look at it. Normally, my room is so neat it is boring, but today it was a wild mess... a hot mess even? haha, just kidding. I'm never going to say that again! EWW! But it definitely had a lot more character, just the perfect touch of homeliness without screaming u-g-l-y. Stitch happened to be sleeping on my pillow, so I hope he didn't take notice of that.