[07 May 2007 Monday]
Sew.... knit.... crochet.... cross-stitch... embroider....
So, lessee. A review of my weekend, yes?
Let's begin with Friday. On Friday, a very important event occurred. I GOT A JOB. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I have re-entered the world of the employed.... kinda. See, it's for the Ralph's Fuel Center that will be opening up up the street from me.... on the 16th. And that's if all goes well. When I was signing all the employment paperwork, the managers at the Ralph's told me that there had been some delays in the construction, so it might open later than that. Still, they're training me this weekend, so if everything opens on time, I'll be good and ready to go.
When I got home on Friday, I went to the mailbox and got the mail. Upon dropping it on the table, I started sorting through, hoping and hoping and hoping to find a certain envelope.... and lo and behold, a small, non-professional-looking envelope appeared before me, with my name written in carefully-cramped pencil in the center, two stamps, and "Emil Enoch" in the same carefully-cramped handwriting in the upper-left hand corner. I squealed with joy (I believe my precise words were "Yay!! Squeee!!!") and ran into my room to tear open 1) my first bit of written mail from a friend in years, and 2) to collect the money for the ragdolls said friend ordered from me where my brother could not see. : D Yes, this is my first commission, and I'm SOOOOOOOO excited about it. Her letter was great, and covered with doodles (gotta love artists, eh?), and she sent me the original of one of a pic she drew for me as part of an art trade (viewable at http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/45643929/). I LOVE IT. It's getting framed and hung up when I get my own place. I may even get a frame that will hold both the picture and the letter together, so I can hang them both up for everyone's viewing pleasure. : D Tee-hee. So, generally speaking, Friday rocked. I got a job, I got money for another job, and I maintained a general level of happy all day. And there isn't even a "but" to that. That's what makes it even better.
Saturday I went to Southern with a newfound courage, thanks to my new state of employment and the extra money from the doll commissions. First and foremost, I made sure to find Becca and Krista, and I spoke with them at length, asking if we were all still friends in light of recent events (outlined as best as I could, from my perspective, in my two previous blogs [before "I Hurt"]). They both told me essentially the same thing--that they were just tired of drama, and they were totally over the whole "rumor" thing, and just wanted to wash their hands of it. Do they still consider me to be their friend? Yes. The relief and joy I feel for knowing this is immeasurable. I don't care if the whole damn faire hates me, as long as I still have Becca and Krista to go to when I need someone to be a friend. Despite the short amount of time we've known each other for (and considering how often we see each other), I consider them both to be among my best and closest friends. I don't know what I would have done if they no longer cared for me. I learned of several strange things as well--that either before my absence from the faire the previous weekend, or because of it, the rumors about my spreading rumors had blown themselves so out of proportion, some people apparently thought my pass had been pulled. I don't know how tales of my supposed rumor-spreading went from "she's been talking this shit" to "she got her pass pulled", and frankly, I don't care. I can't figure out why anyone would think I got my pass pulled for supposedly talking shit. From what I've heard, it takes something much worse than supposedly spreading rumors to get yourself blackballed. Examples I've heard? Scalping tickets, attacking/heckling/seriously mistreating customers, engaging in child pornography, et cetera, et cetera. At any rate, I confronted the person I suspected of spreading the rumors in a very calm, rational manner, and before I could even ask if they were the one, they assured me that they were not, and that "I'm not that kind of person." However, when I asked if they knew who had started the rumor, they said they didn't know. I'm not even worried that it wasn't my suspect. They were the only one who I feel really had a reason to do that to me, so I called them on it. Since it wasn't them (at least, that's what they say), I don't care. Nobody else is really worth my time or energy to confront. I did what I felt I had to do, and I feel much better for it. Case closed.
After faire on Saturday, I went down to Koroneburg to spend time with Brad and Allyce, and also to celebrate my state of being newly-employed. I was there until about 10 PM, then I went home, as I needed to shower and sleep and ready myself for faire on Sunday. Of course, if I hadn't had to go to faire the next day, I might have seriously considered crashing in Brad's tent.....
Anyway, yesterday was hot. Really hot. Really effing hot. And windy, too, but only in those stupid bursts. I think we were getting caught in dust-devils or something all day. I was seriously considering getting the boys to cry this bit of news in the food court: "HEAR YE, HEAR YE! It's HOT! Drink water! Lots of it! Seriously! We're dropping our accents and everything! So DRINK WATER!", but they didn't. We *did* cry the news, though, while the Queen was knighting children at the Kid's Kingdom. Fabian ticked me off before we went on Queen's Progress, but I got over it. Mostly. Aside from the heat, not much happened. I played with the Foolies and Revelers, and danced before the opening gate show for old times' sake, and because it was my last day there. I got to walk and talk with Richard (who I gave one of my <3 favors to the day before) for a little while, which is always a pleasure. It was generally a good day, heat and wind aside. Afterwards, I went back to Koroneburg and rehearsed "Morgan" with Fabe, Mentor, and Kearson. Aside from tripping up on a few lines, I remembered my part (from watching it over and over again at Big Bear last year, oh my!) pretty much perfectly. We even got to work on blocking a few times. I think we'll be fine when we do it. Some jerks made us look bad, though, because they needed a key to the gate to get out of the festival grounds, and they left said gate wide the fuck open, which pissed Tom off. Well, it pissed us off, too, because we were the ones that loaned them the key, so they made us look like peripheral douches. Grr. Other than that (and mosquitos), the evening ran smoothly. I came home, relaxed on the computer, showered, and slept like a baby until five this morning, when I awoke with hunger pains, and was woken again a quarter after seven by my stepdad, reminding me that I had promised to give Kyle a ride to school, as he sprained his ankle over the weekend. I thought I'd nap when I got back home, but the traffic surrounding the high school proved to be too much to let me remain drowsy, so I've been awake since 7-ish. Not the time I *like* to be awake at, but there's also a strange kind of calm to the day when it's that early in the morning, a calm I don't get to experience much. I like it, I really do.... I just really wanted to sleep in this morning. Oh well.
Anyway, that's all there is to me right now. What about you?
<3
Chii-chan
Currently listening : Laura By Scissor Sisters Release date: By 02 November, 2004
Sew.... knit.... crochet.... cross-stitch... embroider....
So, lessee. A review of my weekend, yes?
Let's begin with Friday. On Friday, a very important event occurred. I GOT A JOB. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I have re-entered the world of the employed.... kinda. See, it's for the Ralph's Fuel Center that will be opening up up the street from me.... on the 16th. And that's if all goes well. When I was signing all the employment paperwork, the managers at the Ralph's told me that there had been some delays in the construction, so it might open later than that. Still, they're training me this weekend, so if everything opens on time, I'll be good and ready to go.
When I got home on Friday, I went to the mailbox and got the mail. Upon dropping it on the table, I started sorting through, hoping and hoping and hoping to find a certain envelope.... and lo and behold, a small, non-professional-looking envelope appeared before me, with my name written in carefully-cramped pencil in the center, two stamps, and "Emil Enoch" in the same carefully-cramped handwriting in the upper-left hand corner. I squealed with joy (I believe my precise words were "Yay!! Squeee!!!") and ran into my room to tear open 1) my first bit of written mail from a friend in years, and 2) to collect the money for the ragdolls said friend ordered from me where my brother could not see. : D Yes, this is my first commission, and I'm SOOOOOOOO excited about it. Her letter was great, and covered with doodles (gotta love artists, eh?), and she sent me the original of one of a pic she drew for me as part of an art trade (viewable at http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/45643929/). I LOVE IT. It's getting framed and hung up when I get my own place. I may even get a frame that will hold both the picture and the letter together, so I can hang them both up for everyone's viewing pleasure. : D Tee-hee. So, generally speaking, Friday rocked. I got a job, I got money for another job, and I maintained a general level of happy all day. And there isn't even a "but" to that. That's what makes it even better.
Saturday I went to Southern with a newfound courage, thanks to my new state of employment and the extra money from the doll commissions. First and foremost, I made sure to find Becca and Krista, and I spoke with them at length, asking if we were all still friends in light of recent events (outlined as best as I could, from my perspective, in my two previous blogs [before "I Hurt"]). They both told me essentially the same thing--that they were just tired of drama, and they were totally over the whole "rumor" thing, and just wanted to wash their hands of it. Do they still consider me to be their friend? Yes. The relief and joy I feel for knowing this is immeasurable. I don't care if the whole damn faire hates me, as long as I still have Becca and Krista to go to when I need someone to be a friend. Despite the short amount of time we've known each other for (and considering how often we see each other), I consider them both to be among my best and closest friends. I don't know what I would have done if they no longer cared for me. I learned of several strange things as well--that either before my absence from the faire the previous weekend, or because of it, the rumors about my spreading rumors had blown themselves so out of proportion, some people apparently thought my pass had been pulled. I don't know how tales of my supposed rumor-spreading went from "she's been talking this shit" to "she got her pass pulled", and frankly, I don't care. I can't figure out why anyone would think I got my pass pulled for supposedly talking shit. From what I've heard, it takes something much worse than supposedly spreading rumors to get yourself blackballed. Examples I've heard? Scalping tickets, attacking/heckling/seriously mistreating customers, engaging in child pornography, et cetera, et cetera. At any rate, I confronted the person I suspected of spreading the rumors in a very calm, rational manner, and before I could even ask if they were the one, they assured me that they were not, and that "I'm not that kind of person." However, when I asked if they knew who had started the rumor, they said they didn't know. I'm not even worried that it wasn't my suspect. They were the only one who I feel really had a reason to do that to me, so I called them on it. Since it wasn't them (at least, that's what they say), I don't care. Nobody else is really worth my time or energy to confront. I did what I felt I had to do, and I feel much better for it. Case closed.
After faire on Saturday, I went down to Koroneburg to spend time with Brad and Allyce, and also to celebrate my state of being newly-employed. I was there until about 10 PM, then I went home, as I needed to shower and sleep and ready myself for faire on Sunday. Of course, if I hadn't had to go to faire the next day, I might have seriously considered crashing in Brad's tent.....
Anyway, yesterday was hot. Really hot. Really effing hot. And windy, too, but only in those stupid bursts. I think we were getting caught in dust-devils or something all day. I was seriously considering getting the boys to cry this bit of news in the food court: "HEAR YE, HEAR YE! It's HOT! Drink water! Lots of it! Seriously! We're dropping our accents and everything! So DRINK WATER!", but they didn't. We *did* cry the news, though, while the Queen was knighting children at the Kid's Kingdom. Fabian ticked me off before we went on Queen's Progress, but I got over it. Mostly. Aside from the heat, not much happened. I played with the Foolies and Revelers, and danced before the opening gate show for old times' sake, and because it was my last day there. I got to walk and talk with Richard (who I gave one of my <3 favors to the day before) for a little while, which is always a pleasure. It was generally a good day, heat and wind aside. Afterwards, I went back to Koroneburg and rehearsed "Morgan" with Fabe, Mentor, and Kearson. Aside from tripping up on a few lines, I remembered my part (from watching it over and over again at Big Bear last year, oh my!) pretty much perfectly. We even got to work on blocking a few times. I think we'll be fine when we do it. Some jerks made us look bad, though, because they needed a key to the gate to get out of the festival grounds, and they left said gate wide the fuck open, which pissed Tom off. Well, it pissed us off, too, because we were the ones that loaned them the key, so they made us look like peripheral douches. Grr. Other than that (and mosquitos), the evening ran smoothly. I came home, relaxed on the computer, showered, and slept like a baby until five this morning, when I awoke with hunger pains, and was woken again a quarter after seven by my stepdad, reminding me that I had promised to give Kyle a ride to school, as he sprained his ankle over the weekend. I thought I'd nap when I got back home, but the traffic surrounding the high school proved to be too much to let me remain drowsy, so I've been awake since 7-ish. Not the time I *like* to be awake at, but there's also a strange kind of calm to the day when it's that early in the morning, a calm I don't get to experience much. I like it, I really do.... I just really wanted to sleep in this morning. Oh well.
Anyway, that's all there is to me right now. What about you?
<3
Chii-chan
Currently listening : Laura By Scissor Sisters Release date: By 02 November, 2004
