act one

one of (the many) thing(s) that suck(s) about accutane is that it totally increases the skin's tendency to scar, and i didn't really need any help in that department - i scar easily enough on my own. and, classically enough, recently i've become a huge klutz. i've sliced myself on just about every surface in our apartment and on lots of things in my bag, and so i can look forward to some more pretty impressive scars.

my two cousins came to the performance tonight, and i absolutely adore them so it made me strangely sad to see them in the room with me and not be able to say hi to them or hang out with them. alanna is nine and amazing and so cute, and she kept staring at me with this look of disbelief, almost as if she couldn't figure out why i'd put myself in a vintage wedding dress and made a fool of myself.

i'm being summoned right now - we're going over to my grandparents' right now to hang out with them. more later. i'm not done yet.

"thank you for holding..."

today was my first day actually taking calls and wearing the coveted headset at work. it was a little stressful, considering i had to ask my supervisor questions about fifty percent of the time. i can't believe some of the information the other people working there can remember on the spot. it's ridiculous. despite how overwhelming it is, it's going to be such an awesome job once i get the hang of it. there's really nothing to dislike about just answering phones and selling tickets.

one of my coworkers is coming by tonight to pick up the hateful toaster oven that our jackass subletter destroyed (for me) this summer. i guess it's still perfectly good, as my roommates tried to convince me tonight, but since i'll never be able to use it to toast anything (i don't do months-old meat grease), i figure i might as well give it away and just start again. it's kinda surprising to me that my coworker wants a random, admittedly filty toaster oven, but i guess when you're in college, free equals awesome.

tomorrow, i'm going back home to do the play again. it's the last weekend. and that means that after saturday, i'm free to finally spend a weekend in westwood again.

picasso and zombies

this morning, my right eye hurt so badly, it felt like i'd been punched in the face. it's because i've been a rebel lately and have been wearing my contacts despite my dermatologist's orders that i stop that because my eyes are drying out just as much as the rest of me. my eye pain reminds of me of when a certain brother of mine hit himself in the eye while he was drunk ("just to see how it would feel") and then spent four hours of the next day in the emergency room because my mom thought it was a deadly sinus infection, and he was too scared of her to tell her the truth. i didn't wear my contacts at all today, and now it feels better.

i just got back from the first official general meeting (this year) of flying squirrel. twenty-four new people showed up, and that totally exceeded anyone's expectations. and, as i've said before, it was hilarious and great and made me feel, once again, that i've finally gotten involved in something i can really care about and appreciate. i also casually agreed to play a zombie in one of the editor's short films, and even though i'm almost positive he wasn't really offering me a spot in his movie, i'm going to pretend that he was and say that i'm way excited to be in a zombie movie. my brothers would be so proud.

when i moved in, i had no idea i was going to be living with my generation's picasso. andy's outside right now spray painting canvasses and flirting with our neighbors. ok, i lied: he's just spray painting. but he did leave my room's patio door open when he painted away for hours, and now my room has the incredibly terrible, faint smell of ozone-depleting, brain cell-destroying CFCs floating everywhere. i'm surprised i can even muster up the strength to type, what with my brain being suffocated. and, apparently, now he wants to start tagging areas around los angeles, so all officers of the law, heed my warning: if you see a giant blonde norwegian in a quicksilver party sweater lurking around, it's most likely my friend andy, and he's most likely looking for a place to "tag" a stencil of a face onto a background of gracefully painted leaves. yeah, you heard me.

on tuesday, i bitched to mad about how my face was so normalized (i.e. not too dry, not too clear, not too anything really) that i'd almost forgotten i was taking accutane, and that i was worried that it might not be working. and i swear, almost as if the gods of accutane heard me, i woke up yesterday with way dry skin again and today it's even worse. i can't really complain about it, though, because, as my grandpa told me, this is what i've been waiting for for five years. however, it does still kinda suck to know you're walking around with your face flaking off. it's delicious.

i'm really starvatious and thirsty and so i'm gonna go hang out in the kitchen with the boys (seeing as mad is busy running rehearsals for potential new members of her a capella group). dan's making brownies and andy's making pasta and they will both let me eat some because i said so.

still dirty

i'm way exhausted. andy and i just ran from the apartment to the westfield mall in century city and then (walked) up (most of) beverly glen. he made fun of me because i asked him to stop one stoplight before our apartment, but because he didn't want my body to fall apart, he let me take a breather. i actually like running; it's the getting-back-into-shape that is disastrous.

i worked a lot this afternoon, and my supervisor told us that beginning friday, we're going to start taking calls by ourselves. that really scares me. there is such a huge amount of information to know, and it's kinda intimidating to be responsible for people's money and the things they buy with it.

now i really must shower, and i need to, once again, figure out how to get by without doing my laundry. basically, hygiene calls. maybe i'll be able to think of more interesting stories when i feel less filthy.

1/4 short

andy and i left for class at the same time this morning, and instead of letting me take the shuttle to campus (as was, and always will be, my plan), he suggested that we walk to class, because it's "not that far." truer words were never spoken: it's "not that far" for andy at all. his class was about ten miles closer than mine was, so i ended up walking ten miles more than him by myself. and even though he made me walk all alone for a way long time against my will, i still helped him dye his hair this afternoon because i'm gracious and awesome and really, really forgiving.

today is yom kippur, but i couldn't fast because i needed to take my accutane with foods. i did, however, buy some kedem grape juice from the kosher aisle at the market last night, and drank that when i got back to the apartment because it reminds me of being at my grandparents' for holidays.

the loud, irritating girl who has been in all of my psych-related classes since the beginning of last year is in my research methods lecture. surprisingly, she wasn't loud or irritating today, which is quite the accomplishment because she almost never misses a chance to shout something stupid in the middle of lecture. she's pretty much a thirteen-year-old boy and i can't handle her.

i need to do laundry, but i'm one quarter short so i'm going to have to be creative tomorrow when i'm getting dressed. a part of me wants to just wait it out until friday when i go home, so i can save myself the three dollars. i'm cheap.

oh, and as a follow-up: my hat did not, in fact, make me shorter. dan was terribly wrong.

some thoughts

mad: can i write in your blog? ...........or would that be weird?
sarah: ...

hilarity and tiarity

i've been trying to read one chapter in my anthro book for about 36 minutes now, but i basically just keep cracking up with mad. it's going to be really dangerous for us to be roommates. also, i'm wearing a hat, and dan thinks that's bad for my height, because wearing hats inside "stunts your growth."

mad's wearing a tiara (it's her birthday) - i wonder how much wearing a tiara inside stunts her growth. the answer, dan says, is "a lot."

good news: i have a desk now. i'm currently swinging around laughing hysterically on my new wheel-y office chair. i'm glad i'm living with two massively masculine men who can help me with such things as putting together complex desks and accompanying chairs.

mad's outside right now "meeting" our next door neighbors by yelling at them between the balconies.

sadly, i think i need to get a new computer. my laptop is way insane and completely unpredictable, and so my goal is to save enough money from work and my grandma (who told me, despite my protests, that she'll send me fifty dollars precisely every ten days) to buy a new computing device of some kind. i'm still deciding if i want a new laptop or if i want to get a desktop. i'm gonna have to go to ackerman tomorrow and see how much of a student discount i can get there, if any at all. i need all the discounts i can get.