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Survivor: NKU written @ 10:38 AM on October 18, 2002 "Survivor" last night pissed me off. Both teams couldn't do any worse if you blindfolded them! First of all, Clay on Chuy Ghan I would love to nail to a tree. What a miserable, conniving, evil little man. Jan was only trying to lift their spirits and have a little fun. I hope Helen pulls through; she's the only one with brains and clear perception among all of them. Next is that idiot Rob on the other team. What a complete asshole. What the hell are the other tribe members thinking keeping that idiot around? Why kick off Stephanie when they could have just removed the bane of their existence, sitting there giving stupid answers at tribal council and messing with his tongue piercing? Well, I guess the show needs the comedic relief. Anyhoo, that's my "Survivor" rant for the moment. This morning, we started studying the fly system in stagecraft. My professor made us go to the loading gallery 80 feet above the stage-- you know, the really scary place where I cannot stand to go. And it was me plus seven other people from my class huddling together gripping the rails of the grid while the rest of the class climbed the narrow ladder to the last grid system seven feet above us. I couldn't go any further. Beau, this guy from my class who enjoys flirting with me during lab, was right at home as he straddled the grid-- 80 feet up in the air, mind you-- and then thought it amusing as he shook me by the shoulders and attempted to throw me off balance. I was too frozen with terror to slap him, otherwise I would have. Well, I know what job in the theater I DON'T want. Whoever invented the fly system should rightfully rot in his grave. I tried not to look down, but it didn't help when you look across the vast expanse of the theater and realize you're damn level with the top battens and curtains, not to mention the chipping asbestos flaking down on your shoulders. I plan to work on my books-- at long last-- this weekend and finish up some projects due this week for my classes. My roommate never came back last night. I can't imagine what happened to her or where on God's green earth she could be, but her bed is unmade, her books are strewn all over the place, and her mother has been calling asking for her. She's been hanging out with this girl named Cassie lately, who, in my opinion, is a bad influence on Stephanie. Cassie is the one to pop up at the most unlikely of times asking Steph if she wants to go smoke a bowl with her. Not that any of this is my business, but just thought I'd record it here, as it is on my mind. I'm not sure if Steph is going to last until second semester. If she doesn't, then Trisha is probably going to move in with me, seeing as how she can't stand her own roommate. Trisha is the person I'm closest to here, but she's a lot to swallow, that one. She talks a lot. And that's okay, but she talks about unimportant things. She can jump into a monologue as to how she finally made the decision to have waffles for breakfast as opposed to cereal. Or how she finally worked up the energy to walk to kickboxing class. A very nice girl, don't get me wrong, she just... talks too much. Even so, if Stephanie doesn't last until second semester and Trisha does move in, the rest of the year should be a) more bearable and b) more interesting. Then again, as I look around the room at Stephanie's decorating job on her side, the girl is probably doing just enough school work to keep all these posters and glow-in-the-dark stars up for a little while longer.
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