Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

day in the life

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I spent yesterday totally away from the computer, and it was agonizingly fun. First i managed to make it to the coffee shop at 6:30 to open with Sarah and Stephanie, who were delighted to have me on board. Opening the store was fun, because all of my afternoon customers were delighted to see me in the morning and all of the morning customers were amazed at the efficiency of this “new” employee. My downfall was that i only accumulated about 4 hours of sleep prior to my barrista performance, so by 11:00 i was so cross-eyed with drowsiness that i couldn’t even count out change correctly. Rather than head home to a well deserved nap afterwards, i was whisked away by mother dearest to go Christmas Tree shopping.

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After that the night just got rather random. Elise and I spoke to Ariel briefly after the show, and he told us to meet him at the cast party at 4am, when they’d be done striking the set. Which left us with about four hours to kill. First we attended a drunken dorm room bash where i was aghast at the amount of making-out that was occurring until i was informed that all the couples were really couples. After that there was some french homework, a discussion of the history of theatre, Festivus ice cream, and a guy from my senior prom table. Eventually we did wind up at the cast party, where i was so tired i could barely keep up my facial communication skills, let alone my verbal ones. Ariel arrived, we chatted with him, and then left. Elise and i parted ways at her apartment (after i thanked her for baby-sitting me through a night at Penn) and i walked home, occasionally pretending i could fly.

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There was this one girl sitting next to me for the first act who had to keep leaning over to talk to Elise, who was on the other side of me and removed by one person. Apparently, to get to the right angle to make comments to her, she needed to stretch out past me so that her breasts were wedged up against the hands i had folded politely in my lap. The first time she did this i was rather embarrassed but couldn’t move my hands without essentially feeling her up along the way. On subsequent leanings over i attempted to shift my hands, but every time they were assaulted by cleavage. This was all very upsetting because i had no intention on hitting on any random Penn students, and i couldn’t very well just sit there and have breasts imposed upon me without flirting with their owner a bit. Wow, i think i’m a chauvinist now. Anyhow, we all switched seats at the end of the first act, which left me next to the person i had been planning on flirting with in one of those situations where i couldn’t decide whether or not to put my arm around her. Yes, i suck. No, you don’t have to remind me again.

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It’s morning, and i’m awake. Go figure… after a quick web-check (with I-O down i usually make the rounds in under 20mins) i’m headed off to the studio for a quick non-musical project, and then back here to work on my german history paper. So, only one blog per hour is allowed! Enforce it!

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