Monday, July 23, 2007

Faire

Officially past the half-way point of the faire. This makes me miserable. Without the faire... *sniffs* What else is fun in the world? Seriously, life's boring factor goes to the nth degree without it. School's coming up. Excuse my great enthusiasm for math class.

There's drama backstage as well as onstage right now. The professional actor of the cast picks on the young guy of the cast. Young guy can't stand up for himself without burning bridges. It's a really charged atmosphere backstage. The professional seems to think that his age and experience automatically make him a pseudo-director, and he feels free to boss us around. Not that he doesn't do his part--he really does. But he is not the director. He can suggest, but not boss. *sigh* Oy. Remember I have authority defiance disorder. :-P

I'll try to keep up with this more. Today is my day "off", aka, the day where I clean my room do my laundry clean the gerbil cage pratice spanish make phone calls...

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Workin

Monday was pretty busy at work. I made $42.55 in tips, which is a good day. As long as I make more than $20, I'm happy. More than $30, I'm happy as a clam. More than $40, and I end up spending it all because I feel so rich.

I'm going off to Jeff's to celebrate his birthday today. I got him a card and some lip balm (he goes through that stuff like there's no tomorrow), and I'm going to stop by the grocery store and get him some cinnamon rolls. He loves cinnamon. It's a pretty sad-looking birthday, but he really has got everything he wants. Hard to buy for. I've gotta start thinking about my parents' birthdays, too. August 6th for both. *scratches head* I have no clue what to get them. NONE. Well, that's not entirely true. I think I know what I'm going to do for mom... but she might read this so I can't say. No one ever reads this. I'm talking to myself. *sings* I'm dancing with myself, oh oh dancing with myself...

I'm waiting for mom to come home so I can head out to work. Tracy'll be there, but she's working in the Garden Room. Maybe we can hang out Wednesday or something. Gosh, I feel so darn lazy... I'm just getting by with my laundry. Before school starts, I'm gonna do some spring cleaning. Yeah, I know, spring's gone. But who cares?

Looking at the forecast for my weekends, according to Accuweather. Sat 79, Sun 82. Comfy. *looks to next weekend* 91 and 91. *dies* That had better change. *peers closer* This is freaky. The average precipitation in July is 3.91 inches. So far we've had .43. Last month we had 3.14 inches of rain, while the average is 4.29. That's only 73% of the average. Global warming is killing us all. I look around, and all the grass is dying. The garden's lost, the ground cracked and dry. I hope it rains soon. Just to prove it still can rain.

Still waiting.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Insert Creative Title Here

You know, I'm awful at titles. Chamma itself needs work. The very title itself. Maybe, "Sabridia's Revenge" or "Splintered Chamma" or "Nature's Five" or "Elements". Or then again, maybe NOT.

The weekend has gone by in a blur. I'm sad now. I loved every moment of it, and now it's gone, and I'm sad. It was just so much fun! *sigh of regret*

I'll be a bit scarce for a while as everything falls into place. I need to start saving my money, too. Right now I owe the bank $400 (in my own mind, not literally--I do a save-half-spend-half routine which is really sad right now). Hopefully I can get it under $300 by next Tuesday.

TTYL.