Folklife was crazy, but I am now interested in working more festivals. It was a whirlwind, and all I could focus on was cables and mics and weird instruments... I woke up before my alarm everyday scared that I had messed up mic placement on an intrument I'd never heard of ( Read more... )

I just met one of my possible future housemates and cuddled for five hours and cooked dinner and toured the house. The landlord will reduce our rent if we do projects on the house. Painting and turning the attic into an additional room? I am quite excited.

Details on my Folklife weekend coming once I return to the 12-15pg paper due tomorrow.

Slept two hours and worked thirteen and a half. But I got my job down. Moved thirteen acts today. My co-workers are cool; Tom, a crusty old producer who owns a wine shop, and Sergey, a UK-trained Russian with a hilarious accent who tells stories about mixing for Metallica ( Read more... )

Some guy was stabbed a week ago in the U-District and then found dead in his apartment today. His apartment is a block away from mine.
Creepy.

I found his Facebook profile. His name sounded familiar but I didn't know him. He went to O'Dea.
Creepier?

I'm at work, procrastinating on work and my prospectus. By stalking dead people.

Unless there is a final or paper that I am missing (which is probable), I calculate that I will be finished with school on June 1st. Eleven days. Four days of Folklife blackout, so seven days to read god knows how much and write two fifteen page papers and severely edit my twenty page prospectus ( Read more... )

Last night I found out how truly fucked my tolerance has become. It needs a boost. I never get so drunk that I fall down stairs ( Read more... )

I'm looking up connector differences on Wikipedia instead of working on my prospectus. I haven't felt this geeky since 7th grade math homework ( Read more... )

I'm back to normal ( Read more... )

Theater people are neurotic. I want the autonomy and alert relaxation of live sound. I want to know what I'm responsible for and have a chance to defend myself when challenged, not submit to passive-agressive directors ( Read more... )

I am in Odegaard with a stack of books, two sandwiches, a quad shot, beer, toiletries, and one page of the ten page paper that's due tomorrow. I expect to be here until the Burke Cafe opens in the morning. This may be my first true all-nighter - I have never stayed up the whole night, I've usually gotten at least a catnap (usually an hour or two ( Read more... )