Ten Little Chances to be Free (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-04-16 06:59 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-04-16 06:59 pm
Decisions, decisions.
First rule of going to Target: You will not find what you were looking for.
Second rule of going to Target: You will, however, go home with an armload of stuff that's pretty cool even if you weren't looking for it.
(I now have a nifty little cooling pad for my laptop, which is useful because the sucker is prone to overheating.)
Checked my email halfway through writing this entry, and the audition results for Pirates came back. They offered me women's chorus. Yes, I am disappointed--and I'm also undecided about whether to accept. Because the performances are on the middle two weekends in August, which, aside from interfering monumentally with the LA Les Mis concert, means rehearsals all through May, June, and July, which means no summer travel. A lead would be one thing, but tying my entire summer to DC just for a chorus role... part of me is saying do it, it'll be fun, don't be a diva and turn them down just because you wanted Mabel; another part of me is saying fuck that, I want to get out of here.
Anyway.
I've gotten an amazing amount of stuff done lately, both pleasant (website! research! fic recs!) and unpleasant (taxes! laundry! consultation to get my wisdom teeth extracted!). But I've been getting kind of burnt out lately--on my job, living with my mom, not being in school, etc. Not depression, just the feeling that it can't go on like this. I mean, my job is great as retail goes; flexibility and no corporate bullshit and a nice boss and I get to play with birds and guinea pigs all day--but it's still retail, and I've started to come home cranky and worn out from having to put on the cheery-helpful act for high-maintenance Bethesda mommies and their spoiled five-year-olds all. fucking. day. And I'm also starting to get sick of never wearing anything I wouldn't want to get dusty and/or ripped and/or shat upon. Once upon a time I was a Vickygoth, dammit, and now my pointy-toed boots are gathering dustbunnies under the bed. Same goes for living with my mom: it's a great situation and I get on with her really well, but it's also fostering dependency and it's just time to move on.
And of course the biggest Thing I Need To Do is find a transfer school. We've been narrowing it down: West Coast/New England/Mid-Atlantic, strong IT or programming department but not overwhelmingly huge, must also offer language/music/history/lit courses to take on the side. My parents are okay with paying for an extra couple years of school, both because Simon's Rock was so worthless and because IT with lots of liberal-arts electives is probably the best way to enjoy school and still be able to get a job on the other end. Graduating in two years isn't looking too feasible anyway, so why not pad out my schedule with a lot of things that interest me that I wouldn't necessarily want to get a degree in? Anyway. We've compiled a shortlist, but I've only looked into a couple of the schools on it. Guess I'll have to get to work on that--we'll see how it goes, and keep an eye on the transfer deadlines.
Minor things I need to do at some point, in no particular order: finish transcribing the Jeanne trial, fix the bug in the tour guide gallery where some images are wider than the div, add driving directions to the guide, work more on the PRC translations, translate various other odds and ends, figure out why the peripherals on the old Linux box aren't working, burn more CDs to play in the car, give my room a nice thorough spring cleaning, go shopping for a new pair of jeans and a long lightweight skirt for summer... wow, this list is getting more and more improbable as it goes on. (Maybe this is because I keep trying to do my clothes shopping at Target, where the clothing section looks appealing until you get closer and realize how little of it can actually be worn by a normal human being.)
Second rule of going to Target: You will, however, go home with an armload of stuff that's pretty cool even if you weren't looking for it.
(I now have a nifty little cooling pad for my laptop, which is useful because the sucker is prone to overheating.)
Checked my email halfway through writing this entry, and the audition results for Pirates came back. They offered me women's chorus. Yes, I am disappointed--and I'm also undecided about whether to accept. Because the performances are on the middle two weekends in August, which, aside from interfering monumentally with the LA Les Mis concert, means rehearsals all through May, June, and July, which means no summer travel. A lead would be one thing, but tying my entire summer to DC just for a chorus role... part of me is saying do it, it'll be fun, don't be a diva and turn them down just because you wanted Mabel; another part of me is saying fuck that, I want to get out of here.
Anyway.
I've gotten an amazing amount of stuff done lately, both pleasant (website! research! fic recs!) and unpleasant (taxes! laundry! consultation to get my wisdom teeth extracted!). But I've been getting kind of burnt out lately--on my job, living with my mom, not being in school, etc. Not depression, just the feeling that it can't go on like this. I mean, my job is great as retail goes; flexibility and no corporate bullshit and a nice boss and I get to play with birds and guinea pigs all day--but it's still retail, and I've started to come home cranky and worn out from having to put on the cheery-helpful act for high-maintenance Bethesda mommies and their spoiled five-year-olds all. fucking. day. And I'm also starting to get sick of never wearing anything I wouldn't want to get dusty and/or ripped and/or shat upon. Once upon a time I was a Vickygoth, dammit, and now my pointy-toed boots are gathering dustbunnies under the bed. Same goes for living with my mom: it's a great situation and I get on with her really well, but it's also fostering dependency and it's just time to move on.
And of course the biggest Thing I Need To Do is find a transfer school. We've been narrowing it down: West Coast/New England/Mid-Atlantic, strong IT or programming department but not overwhelmingly huge, must also offer language/music/history/lit courses to take on the side. My parents are okay with paying for an extra couple years of school, both because Simon's Rock was so worthless and because IT with lots of liberal-arts electives is probably the best way to enjoy school and still be able to get a job on the other end. Graduating in two years isn't looking too feasible anyway, so why not pad out my schedule with a lot of things that interest me that I wouldn't necessarily want to get a degree in? Anyway. We've compiled a shortlist, but I've only looked into a couple of the schools on it. Guess I'll have to get to work on that--we'll see how it goes, and keep an eye on the transfer deadlines.
Minor things I need to do at some point, in no particular order: finish transcribing the Jeanne trial, fix the bug in the tour guide gallery where some images are wider than the div, add driving directions to the guide, work more on the PRC translations, translate various other odds and ends, figure out why the peripherals on the old Linux box aren't working, burn more CDs to play in the car, give my room a nice thorough spring cleaning, go shopping for a new pair of jeans and a long lightweight skirt for summer... wow, this list is getting more and more improbable as it goes on. (Maybe this is because I keep trying to do my clothes shopping at Target, where the clothing section looks appealing until you get closer and realize how little of it can actually be worn by a normal human being.)