Forever I shall endure.
Tonight was night two of Waiting to Dance, but for me, night two of an emotional evening. I am beginning to question my sanity at this hour, as a result of that cudgel of life I mentioned before. It came down at least a few more times and I feel myself slipping. It is strange though. Not the depression I usually feel when I want to give up - this is almost a depression that is peaceful, tranquil at best. I honestly prefer it to what it could be, which is normally doors locked, windows shut, and music loud, and not answering phone depression. That (for me) is easily the worst kind. The play isn't helping though I think. By nature, "Waiting to Dance" is a very depressing play, and depression is probably the last thing I need on the heels of everything else from this week.
For anyone who reads this and doesn't know, my mood swings between happy and content, where content is defined as "could be doing better, but I am okay all things considered." Very rarely though does something come along that knocks the swing towards the depression point, well past the point of content. I would have to say the bump for this week knocked the pendulum so far past content that it popped off and landed smack down on the depression itself. So now I have to pick up the pendulum and put it back to "content" so I can carry on with life as normal.
Speaking of normal, today was the usual normal Friday for me. Wake up way too early for my taste so that I could put in some time up at the SACD building. Then it was work at ASAP, and then getting my packages I had mailed to me. In between, I had to by my tickets for "Waiting to Dance" which has a story in and of itself.
To buy tickets for the play, you needed a valid student ID to get the discount. So I passed by ID through the window just like normal and got my tickets. I didn't get my ID back though, which I found to be quite odd. I didn't realize this until I got back to my dorm and tried to get in. I found it to be a little tough without the magnetic strip that is on the back of your ID card. So I trudged back to the World Theatre. The conversation there alarmed me as to the low intelligence of the human race.
Me: Hi, I need to pick up my Student ID card. I left it here a few minutes ago. Him: Okay, what's your name? So I tell him my name. Him: Do you have a picture ID so we can verify your identity? Me: Actually you have my picture ID. That's why I came here. Him: It's policy to ask for an ID for reclaiming merchandise. Me: So I have to show you an ID in order to get my ID back? I get out my driver's license and hand that under the window. Me: Can I get my ID back yet? Him: I'm sorry, we don't have your ID here. Me: What do you mean? I tell him the name on my ID, which only has my first initial. Him: Well, we do have that ID, but since the IDs don't match, I can't give you this ID in case it belongs to another individual. Me: Can I speak to your manager?
So I end up talking to the manager and getting my ID back. If I wasn't ready to throttle the guy on the other side of the window, I would have found this hilarious. It is the kind of thing you would expect to find on "Acts of Gord"� or something. So I got my ID, and I got my packages, and ultimately, I got dinner. This brings us to night two of the play.
Night two was better done in terms of lighting, but they still couldn't pull off one of the funniest scenes in the play, where Alice (the character who appears as a slut and a ditz) goes off on someone ranting and raving and ends with (since she is a lesbian) "Oh! And cut your goddamn nails!" The whole cast on stage can't keep a straight face and ends up laughing along with the audience. We shall see if they do it the third night as well. Tonight is closing night, and everything for Hemenway is going to plan. She is going to love this, because it is her baby, and it is the equivalent of a plaque.
It is early Saturday morning, since I fell asleep trying to wait for ChilleD-Spirit to wake up on the east coast. Sometimes I can make it, sometimes I can't. This time, I got as far as 3 am, had one more hour, and failed. So close, yet so far. Anyway, today is Kelp Kraze, also known as On Campus Admissions Day to those who don't go to this school. To make a long description short, you can apply to attend in spring semester simply by showing up and applying on the spot. There are tons of events going on, put on by various clubs and whatnot. We shall see how all that goes.
In response to "Kraze":
Are you there?
Thanks for clearing this up .