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Let's Not Radiate Negative Energy, Shall We? written @ 1:23 PM on November 20, 2003 I haven't written in a while, mostly due to the fact that this past weekend was one of the worst in my life-- complete with a nervous breakdown to boot-- and to be frank, I did not feel like infusing a whole lot o' that negative energy in my diary. So I basically felt as though I needed time away from the Internet. Mark those words down on your calendar, because you'll never hear me say that again. Without getting into too many details, this weekend I was unsuccessful in getting a job for winter break. This is very bad because my photography class has sucked me dry upward of $600 at least, and I am in near financial despair... compounded by the fact I am drowning in my work for classes. I need this money to buy supplies for my oil painting and sculpture classes for next semester. Hopefully I can land a work-study job for theater this upcoming semester or get a job waitressing at this new restaurant that opened up in West Chester, but with only three weeks' worth of break this year, what's the point? I am selling some photos to this cafe down the street from the school, so that will help. And my dad is paying me a few hundred to design the year-end program for the hockey team. I'm not panicking over my financial disarray because I know there are ways to solve this problem, dammit! But, yeah, plotting my next move in the job market and getting work done are the reasons why I haven't written in a while. I began working on the sets I'm designing for A Piece of My Heart this March. The script is incredibly powerful. For those who haven't heard of it, it's about six women's experiences as nurses in Vietnam. Upon reading the script, I was emotionally attached to it-- and I think it's going to be this emotional factor that's going make the abstract designs I have in mind for this set successful. I have a while before production meetings start, but I'm working fast on all my assignments so I could concentrate on this. As this is my first set designing job for the university, I have to do a good job and blow them out of the water as far as I can. If I prove myself capable, they might have me design for summer stock this year-- and that's $10,000 easily. Plus I'm going to be looking at internships in the area. I'm so incredibly nervous though. I'm not "terrified" per se because the show isn't until March, but time is creeping along just enough to make me nervous. I wanted this my entire life, and when they finally put the script in my hands, I thought, "Oh fuck, what in the hell have I done?" Well, the Tarot cards and my spirit guide hinted to me that this was going to happen, so I can't say I wasn't warned... *** Last night I talked to my mom on the phone. Apparently Dad is sick and tired of his job, and he's putting together a resume-- which leads me to believe he didn't get the promotion he was going after, but Mom doesn't know anything because they don't really talk anymore. I feel bad for him because he's more qualified than anyone else at his end of the company to do the job, but that's corporate America for you, I guess. For Thanksgiving, my grandfather is driving from Pennsylvania and my grandmother is flying in for Rhode Island. In addition to them, my mom invited our neighbors, so it's going to be a full house. I think that will be nice. It's been years since I've sat down with family at Thanksgiving, and I miss those days incredibly with Grandma, my aunt, and my mom cooking in the kitchen and my dad, uncle, grandfather, and cousins watching football. This was on my dad's side of the family when we still lived in Pittsburgh, and when my grandparents died the seams of my family seemed to come unraveled. I think that's what Grandma meant when she said I was a lot like her on Halloween when her spirit visited. If anything, I think she would like to see me try to pull the family together through both my genealogy research and my own plotting. It won't be years until I can do this, and I'm the only one who can sense her presence. *** In the meantime, however, I, a self-proclaimed hypochondriac and Grade A Wuss, have been mentally preparing myself for my wisdom tooth surgery on Wednesday. *rolling eyes* I had a good rant session with my mother last night, and she issued her ultimatum: "I swear to God, Samantha, if you make a scene I will kick your ass from Fairfield to West Chester." *evil laugh* Ohhh, the doctors are going to wish they never operated on me. I told Mom, "Well... I can't promise you anything..." They're going to have to knock me out before they knock me out, if you know what I mean. Thank God for Katharine; she's bringing me pudding. Anyway, I have to be in class within the next 20 minutes. It's probably going to be a while until I write again. My Internet has been cutting in and out the past couple of days, and I need to finish projects... a lot of projects. Toodles.
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