post-class

should post, but i think i'm too tired. fiction writing got out early today, as it's creative nonfiction week, so we heard a writer speak (adrian nicole leblanc? three names, the last french. can't remember...) she was great, but remember, i won't be reading her book anytime soon, cause i'm still in classes, and i don't read nonfiction until i'm recovered from classes.

hey, could the reason i'm tired be because of the walking i did today? it's pretty incredible. remember, 8 blocks to a mile:

-got off the train at federal plaza to mail a package to l (natürlich) and walked to the 14th st building.
-in lighting class, walked to the computer lab on 11th st.
-after class, walked to 14th to work in the costume shop.
-upon arriving at 14th street, realizing portfolio was missing, returned to 11th st to look for it.
-found portfolio, returned to 14th st to work.
-after work walked to patternmaking on harrison
-missed the end of patternmaking to have the postmordem for my show, back in the 11th st. building
-from the postmordem walked to fiction writing class, back at harrison
-and then, learned that we were going to this reading which was on- guess where!- 11th st, in the building across from the theater buidling.

but, the good part about spending so much time in the theater building: turned in my recipts to mary badger, and she had enough petty cash to cash them out for me! so i don't need to wait for a check!! so horray!! 48 more bucks that's in my wallet!! played a similar game ordering office supplies for work, so i have all the cash from that, too. will be sad when the charge card bill comes. and i bought the wrong fucking ink. why can i NEVER remember what kind of printer i have? my god!as if i don't have enough things to fix!!

OH!!! and one of my times climbing into the theater office, i had to climb over brian shaw. and he said to me, "hey poster girl!" i'm like what? he says, haven't you seen the catolog cd? and he takes me to his office and gives me a copy of the cd. and i open up the case, and there i am, leaning against some scafolding in front of the paint frame in the scene shop.

and really, let's face it, i'm pretty funky looking. dreadlocks, square glasses. obviously the kind of cool chick who brings in those art students from high schools in nebraska.

christopher stole my copy, but i'll get new ones soon, to mail to my grandparents and to scan and post here. even if it's illegal. don't you wanna know?