I have come to the conclusion that I need to stop worrying about a stupid part-time job because no one is going to hire me for five weeks.  Instead, I will seek out random employment.  Ideally, said “random employment” will have to do with theatre activity.  For example, KB sent out an email asking if anyone could stage manage some event held by a professor from school, and I replied and said I was definitely interested.  However, there was a communication malfunction, and he said it was at the end of May, while it is really at the end of July.  This exacerbates things, but I’m still going for it.  They’re pulling together some money to make a stipend for whomever fills the position, and as long as it’s quite a bit more than my travel expenses, I’d love to do it.  It seems like something perfect for my skill level in stage management; plus, it’s something to add to the resume.

Life at home has been… home-ish.  As I said to Lizzy in a text, “[My parents] get mad at me for being inside on nice days.  Guess what?  I enjoy nice weather indoors as well, since I don’t have to be bundled up in 54183857 sweaters and blankets.  No, I do not want to do yard work.”  I just don’t have much drive to go and do outside things yet.  There’s no pool open.  No lovely green grass on which I can lay out and read.  It was one nice day when I woke up at 12:30 pm due to a sleepover and felt like doing nothing.  Yes, I will have a lot of those days this summer.  Do you know how much time I have to do that kind of time-wasting activity between September and May?  L2N (Little to None).  

I do apologize.  A girl needs to rant every so often.  The sleepover I mentioned was rather nice, though.  It was especially fun after Kelly and Hannah and I moved on from sitting in my room contemplating what to do (interrupted by a short Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans eating fiesta) and went on a Taco Bell adventure with my brother.  He introduced us to a game called Contact, which proved to be quite entertaining, though limiting with only four people, and we played through the entire course of our adventure.  After getting food, we went to a dock nearby and watched a particularly bright lightning storm.  The majority of the remainder of the night and wee hours of the morning were spent Skyping Isaac (a friendly face from Le Moyne can do wonders for one’s mood) and chatting lightly about college and travel and friends.

Today, Mother selected a vegan black bean burrito recipe to try.  She made the actual burritos while my brother made one sauce and I made an imitation queso sauce for the top.  

^^This kind of makes it look regurgitated, but it was actually quite tasty… while I could taste it.  Unfortunately, it was basically the spiciest thing I have ever eaten.  Mother blames the spiciness on the chili powder, which was from some Indian spice store.  If we had used a third of the amount of chili powder that the recipe required, it probably would have been good.  Instead, everyone but Brother was hiccuping after the first bite.  We were choking down salad to try to tame the burning.  It didn’t really work.  Luckily, it was SO spicy that our tongues were numbed after we had eaten about half, so it didn’t taste quite as spicy anymore…

The rest of the night was filled with Mother-Daughter activities, as Mother had won tickets to see the Aluminum Show, which proved to be the most bizarre theatre I have ever witnessed.  The best way I can describe it is a mix between Cirque du Soleil and Transformers, plus the story line of Brave Little Toaster.  Yeaaahhhh.  Afterwards, Mother and I went to a little “snuggery” for tea and snacks.  

Overall, I’m just being silly and wasting perfectly good relaxation time by thinking too much about my life in Syracuse that I was NOT ready to leave.  I think the year was so stressful emotionally—academics aside—that when it was all finally okay and happy at the end, I felt like I shouldn’t have to leave it.  I was anxious to embrace the happiness, finally, but then I had to leave it all.  I love my home friends and I love my family, and I’m quite attached to my home, but there’s something about that place 300 miles away that keeps me wanting more.