I Don’t Have Frostbite

As an English major, I know that my title carries with it more than just the simple fact that I don’t have frostbite.  It means, more than likely, that there is a reason that I need to clarify that I don’t have frostbite–that I was given cause to think that I might have had frostbite–that a situation arose in the middle of the night where I needed to run around in the snow barefoot without thinking until two hours later when I couldn’t feel my foot, then had to dance the next day in intense pain thinking all the while it was frostbite.  Okay…maybe it doesn’t quite infer that last part, but still.

Those Weekends.

Class starts tomorrow, or today, depending on how technical you like to be.  Most people seem unhappy or at least indifferent towards it, but I’m actually pretty pumped, as usual.  I think I just miss the structure of having something to do every day–Cabaret was a taste of that, but Cabaret is off the charts insane compared to pretty much everything else and doesn’t count in the slightest.   Good thing Cabaret continues on Thursday.

Cabaret XXX: Porn Edition, or not

(LEFT: Yay Cabaret! RIGHT: Awful picture of me.)

As perfect as a Cabaret of music from porn movies would be, I guess “Diamond Anniversary” is more of an all-ages sounding show. Either way, its the end of Hell Week and I finally have a chance to breathe. Last night was our first show, and we did just about as well as expected. One down, seven to go, so we have some time to improve. If I remember to smile tonight, it’ll be a personal victory.

He’s an octopus, a purple octopus if you saw the illustrations.

I’m back in Eau Claire.  Honestly, it feels amazing.  I had almost forgotten how much more relaxed I am here.  Of course, hauling a cart of my overflowing belongings up and down the Towers elevator wasn’t the most relaxing thing I’ve ever done, but I think in this case the means were very much justified by the ends.  The highlight?  Getting my rug under both my desk and bed–that was a trick.  Well, less of a trick and more of just another example of my might.  Hah!  Sorry.

This evening, I went to a friends house and participated in a few games of Jumbling Towers, otherwise known as the off-brand version of Jenga.  Good times were had by all, I’m sure, because, well, it’s Jenga–sort of.

Tomorrow’s mission? Buy some sweet and sour sauce.

Both for and against.

Going to Japan…

Pro: Live in Japan, away from everything I know for x number of years.

Con: Live in Japan, away from everything I know for x number of years.

Pro: Experience a new culture.

Con: I’m not usually good with meeting new people.

Pro: Be on my own.

Con: Don’t know the language at all (yet).

Pro: Gain work experience.

Con: I don’t always love working with children.

Pro: Make some money.

Con: Delay grad school/career/whatever.

Pro: Once in a lifetime sort of thing.

Con: Hmm…

It’s still neck and neck.

The New Year

It’s 2008.  It doesn’t seem very different at all…yet.  But wait.  It’ll happen.  Otherwise, 2007 wasn’t that horrible so if this year were similar to the last, I’d be okay with it.

I celebrated this yearly event of the New Year in Neenah with some friends from high school.  We decided to stand in the bathroom at midnight with our glasses of champagne, and then drink to each passing of midnight, depending on the particular cell phone.  It was a jolly, but not a holly, time indeed.