I'm 19 and trying to make the most of this prime-numbered year of my life.
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Interesting things regarding the Wicked tour
-everyone on cast is highly unionized and of the 28 ish people, they all make near six figure salaries -there are about 70 people in the cast and crew -the company gives each cast member a really generous ($800 a week) living stipend plus a per diem in each city. They can either opt to live in a hotel together or use the money to find housing on their own -Mondays are blackout days for most shows, which means Tuesday is usually the worst day to see a show -this means Wednesday is the best day to see the show -other than Elphaba, all other cast members have a thirty minute call time and are done and ready to go home within 15 minutes of curtain close
After accidentally going on a date with a Portuguese reality TV show star who is one hundred percent insane and frightening, I think I am going to focus on my career for a while, and bask in the work life balance imbalance.
The Skokie Swift kind of sucks
Journey: thoroughly experience the yellow line, everything along the way, and get to Skokie.
Reflection: Very, very boring. Got off the train, walked around for less than an hour, got on the train back to Howard, took the purple line to Davis and spent the day reading at Northwestern, trying to glean a feeling of intelligence through osmosis from all the other studious college kids. For the time (too much) that I was in Skokie, I observed lots of Jewish stores, eateries and bagel markets. Not friendly to single girls walking around anchorless, direction-less and without conviction. The coolest thing was a car dealership that sold pimped out minivans for disabled people.
I need to stop taking the train to nondescript suburbs hoping for some epiphanic moment. It never happens.
Come visit me
In thirteen days, I’m moving to Chicago. I have an apartment, an invitation to be a crew member on a Sydney 41 and an unpaid internship at an organization that holds summer-long cooking classes for inner-city kids. If I had a source of income, my life’d be perfect.
Region Specific Education
One of the suggested classes for the Tulane Teacher Certification Program is PSYC 461: Black Youth.
I like to listen to Such Great Heights by the Postal Service when I start writing papers. There’s something outstanding about the beat and the build up and the crescendos and all that. There’s something that pushes you along in a way that almost forces artistic creativity. There’s something that induces that acute — albeit crucial — instant of academic internalization where you realize that you do have something to say, that you know how to say it, and that, yes, in fact, you want to express yourself in this way. It’s the important moment, and one that is imperative in all kinds of writing, where your hazy nebulous thoughts collide with your repertoire of words. It’s their conversation. It’s the marriage of the intangible that is your thoughts and the tangible that is your words.
Knowing that this moment will come, always, is what makes writing things manaegable. And it’s why I think that people who are intimidated by the prospect of composing things are not giving themselves enough credit. Because it will come. The frustrating part, like bubbling relationships, is when there is flirting. But nothing real. The thoughts and the words are there but not there. So then the instant it all kind of clicks into place is a miraculous one. And it’s only made better by good music and a really comfortable chair.
Thank the Lord for good medical insurance
I would have much, much more preferred an Easter Egg hunt to spending the day and night in the Emergency Room yesterday. But sometimes you don’t always get what you want. Or you don’t always get to feel how you want to feel.
The only redeeming quality of last night was when a chubby prostitute broke out of her stretcher and skipped-galloped down the hallway shouting things no one could understand. Once she disappeared into the slow flicking of the swinging ward doors, it got terrible again.