Wed, Dec. 10
... Would he be your anchor
The tree is decorated! The tree is decorated! The house looks Christmasy!
And the cat has a multitude of new toys to play with and break. I think he's already broken two ornaments. After that, I got smarter and moved the glass balls up a few branches. I understand now why my mom has two sets of ornaments--the fabric, plastic, homemade, or otherwise unbreakable ones that go on the bottom of the tree, and the nice, glass ones that go at the top. That way, the tree is baby-friendly and cat-friendly. Although it's less of an issue now, since my youngest cousin that comes for Christmas is 6.
Logan and I had fun with it. It was like the Christmas version of the poster incident when we moved in. First, we had to buy the perfect tree, which we did a pretty good job doing, if I do say so myself. Then get the tree standing up straight, with the best side facing the room. Then the lights had to go on evenly. Then the garland. Then the ornaments. And, of course, the ornaments had to be balanaced--you can't have too many of one kind in any one spot. They have to be evenly spread out.
At the end, we were standing in the middle of the room, looking for little adjustments that had to be made to the tree. We had one silver ball left, and Logan suggested that we each find the place where we should put it, and then see if we found the same place. Well, we each picked two places that we thought it should go, and they were the exact same two branches on the tree.
That was just about the last straw for Janna. She was sitting, watching us the whole time, and when we did that, she's like, "Why don't you two just get it over with and get married?! Then you can have your perfect house with your perfect matching drapes and posters and Christmas tree... and why stop there? You can have matching outfits and his-and-hers Mercedes!" The sad thing is, Andria agreed with her. They both think that we're a little too crazy-psycho about this whole decorating thing.
But at least we've got a nice tree. :o) And I've got a roommate that shares the other half of my decorating brain.
Yeah.
My directing project goes up this afternoon. And then I only have one more exam left. Still papers and such, but only one more exam.
Still, someone needs to remind me not to stage manage a show that goes up during exam week next time. From last night through Sunday, I'm in tech week/production, and it's definitely keeping me busier than usual. Okay, maybe not than "usual" in the general sense of the word, but "usual" in terms of exam week busy.
Anyways, speaking of all that, I have papers to write, a shower to take, a light-hanging to preside over, a show to direct, and a show to call. So, I'm going to go do that. And the sad thing is, I know I'll get it all finished today except for the "papers to write." Started, yes. Finished, no.
And how many more days? Only two!!
One year ago today: Is it me? Do I have some ingrained emotional problems that keep me from living life... that keep me being surface? I look happy. Sometimes, I am happy... but that's only if you stay at a certain level. Get any deeper, and you'll find a very different reality.
infinite || abyss
posted at 12:14 p.m.
