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the box from my parents came today. my arms are all wobbly from carrying it up to my room. it had a bunch of random stuff, and the gorgets. yay gorgets! just in time, too.
did my linguistics homework last night, despite having missed class on friday. i think i did everything correctly. :) however, i probably have something i don't know how to do due in advertising today, which could be a problem. eh, i'll figure it out.

fencing tomorrow, so i need to figure out what i'm teaching them. i was going to call the optometrist today but i'm not sure they're still open - the incompetent fucks sent me half the amount of contacts i paid for.

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i don't know why i'm still trying to be involved in the theater. no one will tell me what i'm supposed to be doing, except afterwards, when they tell me that "nothing" wasn't what i was supposed to do.
apparently they did lights stuff for several hours after i left on saturday, and sam decided that glenn (sound op) was going to be the board op instead of me because i wasn't there. except... i was told we'd finish some time around noon, so when everyone left at 12.30, i assumed we were done. i talked to bridget when i left (she said she was done, too) and told her to call me with rehearsal info when she got it (which she didn't do). and that morning they said they weren't *going* to focus lights, they were just going to hang. but apparently they focused lights anyway and sam doesn't like me. whee. i talked to eric, he un-fired me and said he'd talk to sam. i was going to show up to rehearsal tonight to learn board stuff, except sam doesn't want me to learn board stuff, and bridget didn't tell me when rehearsal was.
and of course sam tells me "oh, we promoted glenn, because you weren't there" right as eric starts the class for new people, so i couldn't talk to him about it and by the time i did, sam was gone. and *still* i couldn't find anyone who could tell me what needed to be done. so i went into the catwalk for an hour and screamed. then i came down and toescrewed, which i suck at.

so now i need to call ruth and see if she has the number of the stage director, so i can call and find out when rehearsal is. i'm really unclear as to why bridget or sam couldn't tell me themselves on saturday - i'm sure they plan on showing up to rehearsals, so why wouldn't they know when rehearsal was? i *know* i can do this job, if people will just fucking TELL ME WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO.
it took a considerable amount of self control to keep myself from mutilating people with my fork at dinner. mostly i refrained because the fork tines would probably just bend instead of piercing.

advertising went well, despite the fact that i didn't know what the reading or the homework was, so i hadn't done either. most of us disagreed with the teacher about advertising creating needs or merely filling need, and i think i expressed myself rather persuasively.