KCC

I just got a comment on my now unused livejournal...from a skeleton in my closet that I long ago hid under piles and piles and piles of dirty laundry, shoes, and homework I didn't actually do. This got me thinking a little bit (and almost got me in a car accident while I was thinking, but that's another story). I don't know if I've mentioned before, but I have trouble trusting people, and I have a problem with really opening up. It seems that almost every time I do, I get burned...then I have a brand new skeleton to bury, needless to say, my closet has a really really high ceiling

life lessons I didn't want to learn

1) JP's rib sauce is really good...until it hits your lower GI tract
2) Pepto Bismol does not stay good forever, even if you refrigerate it
3) It gets damn cold out in the middle of the night in june in south dakota
4) The heater in my car works really really well (that one wasn't too bad I guess)
5) Family Thrift Center is NOT open 24/7
6) Walgreens IS open 24/7
7) However, the Baken Park Walgreens doesn't have an ATM
8) The Pioneer Bank and Trust ATM is on 24/7
9) It costs $3.70 for a 4 oz bottle of Pepto Bismol at Walgreens
10) Slightly creepy balding men work the graveyard shift at Walgreens

If you haven't figured out yet, I've had an interesting late night/early morning

That Feeling

Every once in a while I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's what I've come to associate with depression and it means that it's time for me to do something. I'm feeling alone and a bit...I dunno, I'm going a little stir crazy I guess. I mean, I've been out and about all week, but I haven't really seen any of my friends or anything at all recently, and it's really starting to dawn on me that I'm donen with Stevens, or more specifically, I'm done with the Milo Winter Performing Arts Theatre.
I think that's really what's depressing me, I'm coming off of the "OH MY GOD I'VE GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, WOOOOOOOOTAGE!" phase and I've hit the "Oh my god, what the fuck do I do now?" phase. I'm never going to do another show there, I'm never going to sleep up in that booth, I'm never going to run around naked downstairs there ever again. This is indeed a sobering realization. I"m actually feeling a bit relieved about going to work tomorrow, it's getting me out of my house and it really is my purpose at the moment.
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of a technical theatre degree. I love being on stage, but tech is something that I know I'm good at. I can whip stuff up fast, and I have a working knowledge of lighting and sound systems, and I actually enjoy a lot of that stuff. Maybe I'll get a job on a touring company, you know, see the country, put up sets in no time flat, live on coffee and pizza, etc etc etc.
I'm feeling stupid and impulsive too, I'm seriously considering getting my nose pierced next week, if I can find someone to go with me...that isn't related to me of course.