"It has 'will-have-going-to-happen' happened, but it hasn't actually happened, yet, actually."
Subject line is my best guess at a quote from Lister in Red Dwarf episode "Future Echoes."
Getting sick this week has not been the most fun thing of my life. I think I caught it on the plane on the way back to Seattle, from my mom, on the 30th/31st, and then it took a couple days to hit me. At least, she got sick near the back end of our trip and then I live in the house with her. It really started hitting me last weekend, which of course I spent going out to see people. I like seeing people, and I'll go to relatively great lengths to do that even if I'm not feeling well.
Vanessa was over in Seattle last weekend, too, so part of it was also me trying to be a good host, I suppose. I mean, we went to the Hurricane with Sara and Mary initially but we also added Oliver and Jenny to the mix, and then I drove Sara, Mary, and Jenny home, when in all honesty I really had very little or no business being on the roads -- as shown by my apparent inability to see pedestrians crossing the street in crosswalks that I'm about to turn into.
I also got called in to work on Monday. For eleven hours. While I was busy getting over being sick and after being at Hurricane and hanging out with people for probably four hours caused me some back pain and general "ick". Suffice to say, I was not looking forward to suddenly being put on the clock for eleven hours. Somehow, though, I managed to survive. Probably because of the fact that I just kept drinking water at work, which is something that I don't generally do when I am at home.
I didn't move from my house yesterday, but that's mostly in response to my Wednesday. Let's see how to put this story straight: Kristin's friend Lucas called me on Tuesday to say that he was in Seattle and was hoping to have a tour guide downtown. Me, being Daniel, a person who enjoys being around and meeting people, said sure. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time hanging out walking up and downtown with Lucas, Kathleen, and Amanda. However, when I woke up, I felt the best that I have felt since last week sometime. Throat clear, I could even breathe some. And then I spent probably six hours mostly outside walking from Westlake down to Pioneer Square, back up most of the way to Seattle Center, then returning to 1st and Pike/Pine so I could catch my bus home. That night, I was also called to help my dad move my brother's couch out in Covington, and as we were coming back, it started snowing like crazy. Anyway, upshot of this is that I haven't felt as good since.
I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the house yesterday. At all. Work wants me to be back there today at 3, until 11, which has me worried ... at 11pm, things will likely freeze back over if they're going to. I'm planning alternate routes so that I don't try to take Spokane street up that hill once you get off the West Seattle Bridge. I may take I-5 to Dearborn and get off there, and also take First Avenue to get back on the bridge late at night.
I've still got a bit to do before I leave for Chicago. Like, oh, say, buying my tickets to get out there. I need to get in touch with my relatives out there to see if they can put me up a night because I'm supposed to be at the place by 2pm, and any flight I take out on the 31st would get me there too late. I will probably get this flight free (courtesy of summer Katherine drama), but I have to use all the refund money from that flight or else I lose it entirely. Essentially, I'm out $100 if I only spend on going to Chicago. So I've got to put together my trip back from Chicago. I'm planning on going to Detroit a day or two, but I have to find a place to stay and have the money to pull it off.
Planning sucks, I'll tell you that. I'm on something of a trail for five internships right now. I still have no clue what I want to do, but I figure if I'm going to do things with advertising or media that working some local TV stuff would probably be helpful in getting me there.
That reminds me, I need to call the PBA and see if they're going to have anything open.
Of course, that doesn't limit me to local TV Stations. I'm also working on internships with Copacino (the place I talked to a lot last year), Sedgwick Rd. (They do advertising for Nintendo, among others), and the Seattle Mariners (Do you really expect me to keep out of baseball?). The hope is to come back in the summer, have an internship and also keep my job at Imperial to work a few hours on a weekly basis so I at least have some money coming in, since most internships are unpaid and college credit is expected.
I'm starting to feel the pressure about graduating and knowing what I'm doing and taking steps towards it. Maybe it's just because I've been reading a lot of these internship descriptions and they tell me that a student should be highly interested in a career in television and the media. I really don't know.
Meanwhile, my mom -- ever the source of pressure -- has been telling me that I need to do some grad school stuff after Willamette. See, I have no problem with doing grad school work, I just don't know what I would want to do grad school work in. If I'm going to do bowling alley work, it might be best to get an MBA. If I'm going to teach, well I need to go to a school of education. If I'm going to get more involved in the church, I will need to find a seminary. I mean, that's just three ideas right there. Meanwhile, I'm not looking forward to the idea of bringing on more debt. The way I see it, I'm going to have plenty enough when I get out of Willamette anyway.
Of course, the other question about more education is where. I could try the University of Washington again -- my college resume is much better than my high school one. Or there's the Willamette schools... there are too many options here. And if I've learned anything from 2006, a year from now is something I can hardly imagine. A lot happens in a year, for better and for worse. Too much happens to really get a good idea of what's coming.
But even in the shorter term, the number of things that could happen are driving me a little nuts. And I'm not even talking about Chicago yet. I've been considering stuff for next year at school. Where am I going to live? What am I going to try to pull off? How insane am I trying to pull off that kind of stuff as a senior? Trying to make the "shoestring budget" club or whatever, is really probably not all that viable in one year. I would have to get started this semester and, well, I won't be around.
I think undertaking something big like that is too much. I'm thinking trying to put Kaneko together next year would be too much. I think Shepard is small enough that I could make it happen. I will probably just end up freelancing. Like I was planning to do this year. What I really ought to have though is some accountability. Or else I won't do anything. Kinda like going to the gym this semester. I wanted to, but it never happened.
Whatever happens, senior year needs to rock. I am tired of getting to the end of years and going "wow, that sucked," like I have the last two. I want to bring the magic back.
Getting sick this week has not been the most fun thing of my life. I think I caught it on the plane on the way back to Seattle, from my mom, on the 30th/31st, and then it took a couple days to hit me. At least, she got sick near the back end of our trip and then I live in the house with her. It really started hitting me last weekend, which of course I spent going out to see people. I like seeing people, and I'll go to relatively great lengths to do that even if I'm not feeling well.
Vanessa was over in Seattle last weekend, too, so part of it was also me trying to be a good host, I suppose. I mean, we went to the Hurricane with Sara and Mary initially but we also added Oliver and Jenny to the mix, and then I drove Sara, Mary, and Jenny home, when in all honesty I really had very little or no business being on the roads -- as shown by my apparent inability to see pedestrians crossing the street in crosswalks that I'm about to turn into.
I also got called in to work on Monday. For eleven hours. While I was busy getting over being sick and after being at Hurricane and hanging out with people for probably four hours caused me some back pain and general "ick". Suffice to say, I was not looking forward to suddenly being put on the clock for eleven hours. Somehow, though, I managed to survive. Probably because of the fact that I just kept drinking water at work, which is something that I don't generally do when I am at home.
I didn't move from my house yesterday, but that's mostly in response to my Wednesday. Let's see how to put this story straight: Kristin's friend Lucas called me on Tuesday to say that he was in Seattle and was hoping to have a tour guide downtown. Me, being Daniel, a person who enjoys being around and meeting people, said sure. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time hanging out walking up and downtown with Lucas, Kathleen, and Amanda. However, when I woke up, I felt the best that I have felt since last week sometime. Throat clear, I could even breathe some. And then I spent probably six hours mostly outside walking from Westlake down to Pioneer Square, back up most of the way to Seattle Center, then returning to 1st and Pike/Pine so I could catch my bus home. That night, I was also called to help my dad move my brother's couch out in Covington, and as we were coming back, it started snowing like crazy. Anyway, upshot of this is that I haven't felt as good since.
I'm pretty sure I didn't leave the house yesterday. At all. Work wants me to be back there today at 3, until 11, which has me worried ... at 11pm, things will likely freeze back over if they're going to. I'm planning alternate routes so that I don't try to take Spokane street up that hill once you get off the West Seattle Bridge. I may take I-5 to Dearborn and get off there, and also take First Avenue to get back on the bridge late at night.
I've still got a bit to do before I leave for Chicago. Like, oh, say, buying my tickets to get out there. I need to get in touch with my relatives out there to see if they can put me up a night because I'm supposed to be at the place by 2pm, and any flight I take out on the 31st would get me there too late. I will probably get this flight free (courtesy of summer Katherine drama), but I have to use all the refund money from that flight or else I lose it entirely. Essentially, I'm out $100 if I only spend on going to Chicago. So I've got to put together my trip back from Chicago. I'm planning on going to Detroit a day or two, but I have to find a place to stay and have the money to pull it off.
Planning sucks, I'll tell you that. I'm on something of a trail for five internships right now. I still have no clue what I want to do, but I figure if I'm going to do things with advertising or media that working some local TV stuff would probably be helpful in getting me there.
That reminds me, I need to call the PBA and see if they're going to have anything open.
Of course, that doesn't limit me to local TV Stations. I'm also working on internships with Copacino (the place I talked to a lot last year), Sedgwick Rd. (They do advertising for Nintendo, among others), and the Seattle Mariners (Do you really expect me to keep out of baseball?). The hope is to come back in the summer, have an internship and also keep my job at Imperial to work a few hours on a weekly basis so I at least have some money coming in, since most internships are unpaid and college credit is expected.
I'm starting to feel the pressure about graduating and knowing what I'm doing and taking steps towards it. Maybe it's just because I've been reading a lot of these internship descriptions and they tell me that a student should be highly interested in a career in television and the media. I really don't know.
Meanwhile, my mom -- ever the source of pressure -- has been telling me that I need to do some grad school stuff after Willamette. See, I have no problem with doing grad school work, I just don't know what I would want to do grad school work in. If I'm going to do bowling alley work, it might be best to get an MBA. If I'm going to teach, well I need to go to a school of education. If I'm going to get more involved in the church, I will need to find a seminary. I mean, that's just three ideas right there. Meanwhile, I'm not looking forward to the idea of bringing on more debt. The way I see it, I'm going to have plenty enough when I get out of Willamette anyway.
Of course, the other question about more education is where. I could try the University of Washington again -- my college resume is much better than my high school one. Or there's the Willamette schools... there are too many options here. And if I've learned anything from 2006, a year from now is something I can hardly imagine. A lot happens in a year, for better and for worse. Too much happens to really get a good idea of what's coming.
But even in the shorter term, the number of things that could happen are driving me a little nuts. And I'm not even talking about Chicago yet. I've been considering stuff for next year at school. Where am I going to live? What am I going to try to pull off? How insane am I trying to pull off that kind of stuff as a senior? Trying to make the "shoestring budget" club or whatever, is really probably not all that viable in one year. I would have to get started this semester and, well, I won't be around.
I think undertaking something big like that is too much. I'm thinking trying to put Kaneko together next year would be too much. I think Shepard is small enough that I could make it happen. I will probably just end up freelancing. Like I was planning to do this year. What I really ought to have though is some accountability. Or else I won't do anything. Kinda like going to the gym this semester. I wanted to, but it never happened.
Whatever happens, senior year needs to rock. I am tired of getting to the end of years and going "wow, that sucked," like I have the last two. I want to bring the magic back.