Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Okay, so I'm what you might call an "overachiever..."

I did it. I left Buffalo. I really didn't cry the way I thought I would. Leaving my empty apartment is what made me really get close to hysterical. I shut that door for the last time and walked down the steps and Tom was there and he just gave me a look that let me know he understood. It really was so sad. Other than that, I said my goodbyes and hit the road, 400 miles and two bridges later, I arrived back here on the Island. I'm really excited about the next chapter of my life and so the agony of leaving will probably hit me a few weeks after the holiday hype is over. HOWEVER: I'm happy and proud to report that within 48 hours of stepping in my house, I HAVE LANDED A JOB!

I am going back to the company I worked for this summer except they are hiring me directly and not through the temp agency. Apparently, my boss is desperate for me to come back--things aren't getting done, nobody is "as efficient", etc. I usually exaggerate about things but I'm not overdoing it here. It's hard to be so awesome. I would be lying if I said that my boss' compliments didn't make me feel good about myself. Sure, it's not step kick ball change but eh...they miss me. And oh, also:

--The money is brilliant. She doubled my summer salary. I now make more than my mother. (Okay my mother works at a church so of course that would be true, but still.)
--I know how to do all of the work already.
--The company is moving in January and they happen to be moving twenty minutes closer to my house.
--Being that the job is a 9-5 deal, I asked if she would be willing to let me have off a few days every few weeks to go to auditions as I see fit. Her answer? Not a problem.
--I will have more AMAZING stories about the psychotic people that work there including Bob The Engineer who owns a Worm Farm!

Ah my friends. This does make me feel great, especially since as of today, my checking account was $-1.98. Oops! I start work tomorrow and then have Christmas Eve off. And Monday, it begins. Other things coming up:

--Christmas. Shopping is done. My grandfather has taken a turn for the worse and will be missing the holiday. I'm hoping to get to the rehab center later on in the evening on Christmas Eve to bring him his present. Our extended family is so big that we draw names for Christmas presents and I happened to pick my grandfather's. I bought him a beautiful calendar and penned in all the birthdays and anniversaries of his children and grandchildren. I'm so sad to think that he'll be in a hospital instead of with us...but I think a visit will cheer me and him up immensely.

--I cannot stop listening to my new double CD of "Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits". The first CD is "Cool Down" and includes almost ALL of her 1980's/1990's ballads. The second CD is entitled "Throw Down" and includes all remixes of her hits, old and new. It's absolutely brilliant. No one has the chords like Whitney. No one. SHUT UP.

--My self-esteem is really hurting. I'm not sure why. I blame the fact that I've had a major cold and don't want to do anything but sleep and drink tea. I've analyzed it (surprised?) and realized that a lot of the time, I rely on other people to brighten my day or cheer me up. It's kind of sick but it makes sense when I realize that in the same way, I take it upon myself to cheer people up and make them happy. When other people are unhappy, I usually take responsibility and easily take the blame for it even when it's entirely unnecessary.

I feel very isolated and unfit. It's nothing major, just a tiny nagging, "You suck at that, you're too fat, you are unproductive." Those are the usual whispers that enter my brain when I have a break from a busy schedule. I need to start making my own self happy and stop looking for other people to do it. As crazy as it is, I am so eager to start work tomorrow and get myself on track. I need a set routine to get into and having a steady job always always helps. I need to be very careful with my money too because I know that NYC apartment is only a few months away! AHHHHHHHHHH! It also helps to have that insight so that I know I will not be working this ridiculous job for the rest of my life.

I have a lot of goals already set and with New Year's right around the corner, they fit perfectly into a resolution list of sorts. Of course I have the typical: lose weight, eat more fiber, etc. but I'm really interested in the concept of making myself whole and happy.

The other major resolution is to be a little kinder. I'm pretty nice to lots of people but I know that once I get rolling with my sense of humor, I can be horribly cruel. Tommy and I really know how to pack some swift punches and we do it because it's funny. Sometimes I stoop too low just for a laugh and I want to calm down a bit and stop judging people so harshly. The problem is that I'm not vicious and so I don't realize I've hurt people til after the fact. I usually just think it's amusing. When my self-esteem is low as it is right now, I feel like the world's meanest person and the biggest failure of all time. Just tell me I'm not.

Please?

Thanks. Peace.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

And it's so hard to say goodbye when there's so much that's left unspoken in your eyes...

In accordance with my master plan for the universe, snow is falling gently and blanketing the lovely campus at the University at Buffalo. It's that deliciously wonderful kind of snow that falls very slowly but steadily. The large snowflakes just keep sailing by the large windows of the library as I sit and type and dream. I took a very long shift to cover for someone and hopefully make a little money before depart!

Last night, Erica, Tom, Elliot and Steve came by! I cooked a magnificent dinner including those cute little Pillsbury Christmas cookies with snowmen on them and Tom made EGGNOG from scratch. Brilliant. I also decided to bust into my bottle of white wine and drink it all myself. This was followed by the awesomeness of Mean Girls and a few episodes of Sex and the City. Everyone left around 11:30 or so and I went to sleep...and then woke up at 5 am in a panic attack, realizing that I do not have my apartment packed or cleaned, do not have my final song memorized, have not called Jim to make up any voice lessons, have not cancelled my electric service, have not paid my internet bill, have not said goodbye to certain people, have not videotaped my past shows here to bring home with me, ETC. I nearly cried.

BREATHE. Here I am. Doing okay. I have broken down the remaining 72 hours into chunks so I know exactly when I'm getting everything done. It can happen. It will happen. I will be fine.

Tonight or tomorrow, whenever I get up the courage, I am going to drive around to certain Buffalo landmarks and say farewell. I promised myself I wouldn't over do it but I still need a little bit of love. I'm going to take Tom with me and any other volunteers and just cruise around and maybe take some crazy pictures. The List Includes:

The Williamsville Park
Higher Grounds
146 Hartford Rd.
Jasmine's
The Ellicott Bike Path
My old dorm rooms
last but not least....

Wegmans.

I'm sure more will be added as I see fit. I'll take lots of pictures and hopefully after the New Year, I'll post as much as I can. I'm hoping by then I will splurge and finally buy the software I need to update this very frequently. I do apologize for the random political page on the front of this website that needs to be taken down and the other outdated links. I'll do the best I can if you can bear with me for a few more weeks. Once I'm officially graduated, I'm sure I will have lots of free time to do all those things I've been meaning to. Then again, knowing me, I'll get involved in about 8 other things and forget all about it.

Well. It's just time for me to take a huge deep breath and maybe eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Happy Snowy Day. I do love it here...so very much.

Peace.

Monday, December 06, 2004

Just a spoonful of sugar...

--STEEL PIER came and went. The last two performances were incredibly hard for me and tears emerged towards the end of the second act which I successfully stifled until the curtain call. It helped that Tom was waiting in the wings last night. He cheered really loudly and was the first thing I saw when I exited into the hall. He is my hero. Step, bump. Step, bump bump.

--I played Cranium at Erica's last night and ate a lot of spinach dip and brownies. It was a very pleasant way to begin this really really long and hard week.

--I have to choreograph my jazz final and finish my ballet practical on Tuesday, learn an Italian song for Wednesday, write out the International Phonetic Alphabet translation of said Italian song AND find a song to sing for my voice final on Wednesday at 4 pm. I also have to do a paper for Dance History as well as take a huge final exam in the same subject on Thursday at 10:30 am approximately. Finally, I must learn "Scarborough Fair" for my Vocal Diction AKA Fires-Of-Hell Class for the 16th of December. Sad that my college career will end with the worst class ever created.

--The departmental formal is a week from today! I am very excited to get all dolled up one last time. I doubt I will be able to post pictures due to my lack of appropriate software. Donations?

--Last week, I had a dream that I was giving birth and that Angela was my birthing coach. I was terrified of the pain and as the labor started, I fell asleep. Yes. I fell ASLEEP in my dream. Then I woke up and had a newborn in my arms and Angela was exclaming, "SEE! THE BEST THING TO DO WHEN YOU HAVE A BABY IS SLEEP THROUGH THE CONTRACTIONS!" Hmmmm.

--Last NIGHT, I had a dream that Tommy's family and I rode on an elevator up to the 33rd floor of a "HOTEL RADISSON" where we hung out with:

Julie Andrews. She made us tea and asked us about our love lives. It was pretty damn sweet.

The End.