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Get a Haircut written @ 10:01 PM on April 17, 2004 I've decided that I really need to sort out my priorities. For example, laundry versus homework (laundry wins out); party versus homework (homework wins out); and evening of bliss versus homework (still undecided). To some people the answer is very obvious: delay the inevitable and ex-nay on the homework. As far as my decisiveness goes, or lack thereof, there is no true method to my madness. Normally I don't write entries on Saturday nights because 98% of the college-going population finds something better to do on a Saturday night. Currently, I'm supposed to be at a party, but here I am, alone in my dorm room, pondering whether or not to do that homework or something more constructive than writing in my diary. It's days like these that I shake my head and accept what peers have been telling me since junior high: I am a loser. Actually, I'm just lazy. I don't know where exactly in Norwood this party is, I don't feel like driving that far, and I'm too stubborn to call someone else and a) ask for directions or b) ask for a ride. Of course, Christine suggested to perform Option A for me, but she is not my keeper: Katharine is my keeper, that is usually her job. Besides, my definition of a "good party" is somewhat different from the orgie-fied, drink-a-thon that seems to dominate the typical scene in Cincinnati. Ah, the Midwest... Thus, I'm being stubborn and lazy, as is my perogative as a natural Taurean born under the Scorpio moon. I suppose I should give a good update while I'm still here, eh? How about a continuation of my story from last time, the one about Director Diablo of Nunsense? If you remember my tale of woe, how this director does not know what she wants that is, you'll remember that as of the production meeting on Thursday this show still has no design "concept." I was slightly horrified at the news I encountered the next day, as if I'm not in enough turmoil as far as scenic design goes. Steve sat down with one of his signature thinned-lip expressions in the lounge and said to me, "I talked to Diablo." "Yes?" I said stiffly. "And?" "Instead of having a stage at all, she wants to do the entire show on the Black Box floor, with the only set being an upstage platform for the orchestra," he said. I paused. "Oh my." Because all other words failed me. He gave me a knowing smile. "I think you should fight this one." "Well... what should I do?" "Just design the sets as you have them in your sketch. Next week we'll have a meeting." A war council, is more like it. Goddamn. *** Friday night was an interesting experience. Jessica came over to chill and we ended up channeling my dead grandmother for a few hours. Had a wonderful chat with her, really. I had a good time; I always miss her. The great part about it is that she answered some questions for me that have been brick walls in my genealogy research. I now know what years to search for a death certificate for my gypsy great-grandfather, where he's buried in Cavalry Cemetery, and that he never got a limb blown off working on the B&O Line at all ("Your father never paid attention growing up, how would he know?"). She told me about extended areas of the family, too... mostly that they "talked too much." According to Jessica, my grandmother talks too much. She also added that my dad is probably never coming back, that she thinks he'll stay in Ohio until the day he dies. He'll neither go back to Pittsburgh or retire south. "I think you already know this," she said. Yeah, I long had my suspicions, but it sure was nice to hear some counseling from her in regards to this. "I loved your grandfather," she said, "but don't make the same mistakes I did. Don't marry your father. All the men in the family were cynical. It's a vicious cycle. It's history repeating itself. Your great-grandfather walked out on your grandfather. You know the trouble I had with you grandfather. And now your father stands to make the same mistakes the rest of them did. Watch out for your brother." Final orders from Grandma? "Get a haircut, Sammy." Maybe next weekend. Today I had to go home and run some errands and accomplish a few things. Jessica and I hung out some more, and then I headed back to school again. And here I am. Brian just called, so I think I'll go chill with him. All in all, a beautiful day but uneventful-- just as I like them.
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