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A Good Week written @ 11:36 AM on February 21, 2004 I'm currently procrastinating from starting a painting assignment, so here's a bit of a rundown of my week. After my last entry o' disaster, I have to say that I felt like hitting things. A lot of things. But mostly just Jessica's mom. But that's okay now. I woke up the next morning, stretched, and said, "Fuck it, dude. I don't need this." I detest small people as much as I hate stupid/ignorant ones. Besides that, I'm not going to be angry when the laws of karma are always on the roll. What goes around comes around, you know. Proven fact. Suffice it to say, after I cleared that hurdle in my week, things turned out rather pleasantly. We started erecting platforms for A Piece of My Heart, I finished a bunch of long term assignments that I don't have to worry about any more, and life has been ironing out wrinkles over all. Steve and I had a little chat about working in the theater again this summer. I would pretty much be returning to my scenic artistry/props designing job, only this time I might be allowed to design a show... which means more money. And because I'm a returning employee and they raise your salary, this year they're also reducing the amount of weekly hours the tech crew is obligated to work. Which means more free time/opportunity to find a second job. But we shall see. I gave Ron my cover letter and resume yesterday, and we'll see what cards they deal me. Jesus Christ Superstar opened this week at school, and word has it that it's the most phenomenal thing since the Resurrection. The entire run is completely sold out, and audiences all over Cincinnati have been raving. Mom, her co-worker Jan, and I are going to see the show tonight, so I'll be giving you my review in the coming days. Until then, I have art projects I have to work on. Scary moment on Thursday, speaking of which. Four or five people and I were in the sculpture building working on our wood projects for class. One of the guys was on the bandsaw carving his piece when there came a huge crash that was not unlike a bomb going off. All of us jumped and hit the floor as this cloud of sawdust permeated the air the the broken blade on the bandsaw clattered inside the machine. My sculpture professor waltzed into the room with a smile on his face and declared, "I suspected that was the bandsaw!" He looked at me: "Everything all right?" "Yeah," I growled, "I'll let you know for sure after I swallow my heart." *rolling eyes* That class is going to be the death of me one way or another, be it arthritis from carving so damned much or power tools. Ah well. *** Yo Kat, thanks so much for your care package! I'll be drinking the jasmine tea shortly and can't wait to peruse the second grade-reading level book on the Titanic. My entire dorm agreed at the party last night that it was a most special, perfect present. :)
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