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So yesterday was the Flea Market. It went really really well. Everyone that came had a great time. I made $10. I got more than I bargained for though. First off, it all started Friday night. We had to go out and make sure all the cars in the parking lot were gone. That in itself was a chore. Afterwords, I was starving, so me and Grace went to Denny's. Didn't get back till 1 or so. And I couldn't sleep (see last post). So I didn't sleep at all that night. I just laid in bed pondering and wondering and being excited. But anyway, at 7AM we hauled our stuff outside and then we had to chalk all of the spaces in the parking lot, put up signs, move 112 of those banquet tables to spaces (with no carts or anything) and then move about that many plastic chairs. By the end of that, I felt like I was going to drop, and it was about 9. 8 hours left! About that time everyone got here. So I was generally in charge of everything. More like a coordinator. But if something didn't get done, I had to do it. With the RAs on our staff, almost nothing got done. One RA in particular showed up about an hour and a half late, and then bitched the whole time he was there about having to do things. I really wanted to fucking slap him. Moving on. So I wound up helping people move their purchases to their cars, waving cars into the market from the road, making cotton candy (bleh!) and popcorn, making about a bazillion balloons(this was fun though to see the kids smile) and just generally being 15,000 places at once all day long. I'm perty proud on me. I had a good time though, even though I was in a lot of pain because of my back and my bad knee. Anyway, the thing wound down at about 4, so we started collecting tables and chairs and donations and stuff. By this point though I was dieing. I didn't think I was going to make it. But I did. Only to find out that I got sunburnt.
Now when I say sunburnt. I mean, the sun came down slapped me silly. My face is fire engine red. As are the backs of my hands and arms. It really really hurts to move them. It would probly hurt anyway because my entire body is mad at me for yesterday and in a lot of pain, but it feels like someone is torching my face and hands. I have never been burnt this bad. I've only really been sunburnt one other time. What I think is funny is that the only two times in my life I've been burnt is up here in Chicagoland, which makes me think it's the pollution - no ozone. So my days of tanning and no burning are over, I suspect.
Anyway, I did as much clean-up work as I could before I had to get ready for the show. So I raced (well, crawled because of the pain) to get ready and headed over to the main building. Very slowly. When I got there everyone made that "oh:(" face when they saw me. Bah. But, but! It quickly turned into "oh!:)" face. I went on all confidant and clear-headed. Instead of focusing on the lines I'd always messed up, I just didn't think about it. I HIT ALL MY LINES DEAD-ON. I may have skipped one, but no one knew. I finished it without choking. Without sutterting. Without almost having a heart attack. I did it!!! I was so proud of myself! As soon as I finished, Sarah, the director, turned around and was beaming and smiling at me. So was Edberg, the stage manager. Making sure no one was looking, I did a little happy dance - well to the best of my ability. And then I sat. Usually I have to stand through the show, but Sarah felt bad for me and let me get a chair. hehe. But when I took my bow at the end, I was so happy! Now *that* was fun. I can understand the whole acting thing now. Yay!
So today I can barely move. It took a couple of tries to slowly crawl out of bed. My back is killing me. My knee doesn't work too well and I refuse to touch my face or hands. But it's actually really nice. It feels great to be worn out and exhausted from doing *work* and accomplishing something, so much better than being exhausted because of emotional overload. It's a nice pain. And well worth it!
Bah, but now I have 24 hours to study and prepare for 3 finals tomorrow, not to mention write a 30 page paper. No sleep tonight. But I should be fine. I always am :)
I love my friends. And I love all of you :)
Now when I say sunburnt. I mean, the sun came down slapped me silly. My face is fire engine red. As are the backs of my hands and arms. It really really hurts to move them. It would probly hurt anyway because my entire body is mad at me for yesterday and in a lot of pain, but it feels like someone is torching my face and hands. I have never been burnt this bad. I've only really been sunburnt one other time. What I think is funny is that the only two times in my life I've been burnt is up here in Chicagoland, which makes me think it's the pollution - no ozone. So my days of tanning and no burning are over, I suspect.
Anyway, I did as much clean-up work as I could before I had to get ready for the show. So I raced (well, crawled because of the pain) to get ready and headed over to the main building. Very slowly. When I got there everyone made that "oh:(" face when they saw me. Bah. But, but! It quickly turned into "oh!:)" face. I went on all confidant and clear-headed. Instead of focusing on the lines I'd always messed up, I just didn't think about it. I HIT ALL MY LINES DEAD-ON. I may have skipped one, but no one knew. I finished it without choking. Without sutterting. Without almost having a heart attack. I did it!!! I was so proud of myself! As soon as I finished, Sarah, the director, turned around and was beaming and smiling at me. So was Edberg, the stage manager. Making sure no one was looking, I did a little happy dance - well to the best of my ability. And then I sat. Usually I have to stand through the show, but Sarah felt bad for me and let me get a chair. hehe. But when I took my bow at the end, I was so happy! Now *that* was fun. I can understand the whole acting thing now. Yay!
So today I can barely move. It took a couple of tries to slowly crawl out of bed. My back is killing me. My knee doesn't work too well and I refuse to touch my face or hands. But it's actually really nice. It feels great to be worn out and exhausted from doing *work* and accomplishing something, so much better than being exhausted because of emotional overload. It's a nice pain. And well worth it!
Bah, but now I have 24 hours to study and prepare for 3 finals tomorrow, not to mention write a 30 page paper. No sleep tonight. But I should be fine. I always am :)
I love my friends. And I love all of you :)
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Fuck yeah you did! I was so happy for you! I wanted to jump up and down but I was in a bathtub. That's what it takes usually is just NOT thinking about it at all it's crazy but it works. (That's what lay downs help you do- *winks*)
Oh Bradley - I lerve yoo!
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And the whole lie-down thing. NOT gonna happen. I don't believe in all that mumbo jumbo. If you think it helps you, great. But that stuff just doesn't do anything for me.
I Wuv you too.