April 11: So I am done, free, graduated, unemployed, and loving it....for now. Check back in a week when I may be in bed eating frozen yogurt and watching Hugh Grant movies feeling fat and ugly....but at least I'm currently making progress with The List.
- READING. BOOKS. FICTION. POETRY.Currently re-reading Immortality by Milan Kundera, need to restart and finish White Teeth by Zadie Smith. Trying not to compile a reading list because it will only make me constantly feel guilty.....going to see what catches my eye in the library/bookstore instead. But P.G. Wodehouse is most likely a must this summer.
- Pretending Villette is about my potential gap year in France
Need to get on this, but France plans have taken a back seat for now to more immediate summer theatre plans.
- Sleeping in...more.
10-12 hours a night counts as more right?
- Party hardying
Quad Party: the last hard party? I think so. Beers and dancing and music all night. Just missed checking off the drunken make out, but probably for the better. Instead, a couple of group cuddle nap sessions throughout the night was sufficient for the semi-hobag in me.
- Strasbourg's Seder and Iron Chef
Seder Success tonight! Even though we almost burnt the house down when the shank bone caught on fire in the oven. At least it didn't happen when we had 20 guests in the house. So. Much. Food. Brisket, Beet Tartar, Chicken Soup, Mashed Potatoes, Spinach Pie, Matzah, Wine....so much nom.
- Running outside
Still too cold and I'm a wimp. Hitting the gym in the meantime.
- Summer dresses, flip flops, shades
Again, the weather is still bipolar and today's sunshine cannot be trusted.
- Sangria
To Be Arranged...
- The Kills. May 1st.
COMING SOON, SO SEXCITED.
- Spring cleaning
Floor is clean(er), dusty/cluttered surfaces to be dealt with mercilessly
- Throwing things out
So far this has mostly been paper....paper with readings/school notes....pretty cathartic dumping it all into the recycling box.
- Confronting the parents once and for all
This was less confrontational than I anticipated. I told my dad my gap year options were France, theatre, applying to grad school for urban planning and stage management.....and all he did was ask me about the upcoming federal elections. It's either full on denial or implicit permission granted.....either way, I'm going to pretend this problem has been dealt with.
- Hustlin' for a job/whoring myself out to theatres
10 emails with cover letters and CVs and counting.....next step: picking up the phone and banging on doors.
- More RENT???
THIS IS LOOKING EXTREMELY LIKELY, FINGERS CROSSED AND BREAKING LEGS AND KNOCKING WOOD.
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