hey... so i'm not leaving until wednesday morning, but i think this will be my last post from the couch in the green living room on the second floor at 704 w.california. i've loved this apartment, and i'm starting to get a little sad about leaving it. i'm definitely sad about saying so many goodbyes.
next you'll hear about how good it is to be back in alexandria, how lovely the lake is, how strange the blue laws are, how freekin cold it is... if you want to reach me, i'll be checking the gmail account, and my cell phone works. the address is:
andrea gross
c/o theatre l'homme dieu
p.o. box 1086
alexandria, mn 56308
i'll be posting when i can, or when i have something to say. keep checking in on me, i can't wait to hear how all your summers are too! so be in touch! all that's left here are a few last dinners (siam terrace tonight, yum. mock duck. yum.) and the last two or three boxes. i don't care that it's the hole punch and the bathmat in the same box. if there are only two or three boxes like that, it's better than the last few times i've moved. i still have to find a place to dump my rug, and a lot of kitchen stuff that will go to friends.
alright.... see you in the next state. peace
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
stuck
i only have a few minutes before todd comes over, we're going to a korean restaraunt he's been talking aout the whole time i've lived here...the goodbyes continue.
i'm stuck. i've arrived at the part of packing to move where i just want to throw away everything i haven't packed yet...which can only mean that the next phase is the part where you throw the drinking glasses and the stapler into the same box because you just don't care. great, i hate that phase even more than sitting here staring at my stuff wishing it would just pack itself or go away.
so far so good in the sense that everything is in a manageable sized box and with like objects. some boxes are inventoried for easier access when unpacking from the storage unit in august (into an apartment that does not yet exist)...i just don't want to continue, and in spite of the fact that i have been working at a reasonable pace for days, everytime i look around the apartment i swear i'm not even half finished. it's exhausting to do and worse to think about.
SIDENOTE (the news is on in the background) does anyone else think the irony is HYSTERICAL that viagra and blindness are being linked??????
so, it's a matter of days (i pick up the uhaul truck on tuesday morning) until i leave. i'm not completely packed, i have to spend saturday shopping for fabric in chicago for the summer season, and i'm not sure how i'm going to get the car up to minnesota with me (there was a plan, it fell through...there are other plans on the radar, but unfulfilled as of yet, and too many factors to describe). i feel like the next week of my life is going to take an awful lot out of me before it's done, but much like many of the weeks i've been here, i just keep plugging along and hope for the best....
peace.
i'm stuck. i've arrived at the part of packing to move where i just want to throw away everything i haven't packed yet...which can only mean that the next phase is the part where you throw the drinking glasses and the stapler into the same box because you just don't care. great, i hate that phase even more than sitting here staring at my stuff wishing it would just pack itself or go away.
so far so good in the sense that everything is in a manageable sized box and with like objects. some boxes are inventoried for easier access when unpacking from the storage unit in august (into an apartment that does not yet exist)...i just don't want to continue, and in spite of the fact that i have been working at a reasonable pace for days, everytime i look around the apartment i swear i'm not even half finished. it's exhausting to do and worse to think about.
SIDENOTE (the news is on in the background) does anyone else think the irony is HYSTERICAL that viagra and blindness are being linked??????
so, it's a matter of days (i pick up the uhaul truck on tuesday morning) until i leave. i'm not completely packed, i have to spend saturday shopping for fabric in chicago for the summer season, and i'm not sure how i'm going to get the car up to minnesota with me (there was a plan, it fell through...there are other plans on the radar, but unfulfilled as of yet, and too many factors to describe). i feel like the next week of my life is going to take an awful lot out of me before it's done, but much like many of the weeks i've been here, i just keep plugging along and hope for the best....
peace.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
pomp and stuff
well it's amazing how a thing can just be done.
a robe, a hood, a stage to cross, and a thing to be done.
my mom came thursday, and win came on saturday morning... it was so nice to have visitors, and especially to be able to show this place off a little, to have people here at a time when i'm happy and not stressed and hateful. my mom and i went to cafe paradiso, and artmart..and mirabelle, the bakery. it was nice. she's been here three times, but always in movember and march, so she'd never seen the neighborhood in green. it is beautiful...
on sunday graduation was at 10...by the time i got there i was over the shoes, but what are you going to do... the ceremony was short and sweet, which was nice, and we took a lot of pictures after wards. then we packed a picnic and went out to allerton, which is an estate turned park about twenty minutes away. the weather wasn't great, but it was alright. mama and i got carried away as always, and jacob, todd, mati, and matt came along for the ridiculousness....prosciutto and melon, potato salad, mimosas...red wine. life's good. we walked through the park after lunch, saw the peony garden and discovered the accoustic secrets of the sunken garden. took a mass nap in the grass in the foo dog garden. definitely a good day...
mama left this morning, we've done some packing and some visiting. we went to springfield yesterday to the frank lloyd wright house, and the lincoln museum. that was fun... even the packing was alright. the place looks a little strange, partly packed. but there's lots left to do and a lot of the details of the whole move that i'm still trying to iron out...
i'm picking up a uhaul on the 31st and leave town on the 1st.....lots and lots to do
a robe, a hood, a stage to cross, and a thing to be done.
my mom came thursday, and win came on saturday morning... it was so nice to have visitors, and especially to be able to show this place off a little, to have people here at a time when i'm happy and not stressed and hateful. my mom and i went to cafe paradiso, and artmart..and mirabelle, the bakery. it was nice. she's been here three times, but always in movember and march, so she'd never seen the neighborhood in green. it is beautiful...
on sunday graduation was at 10...by the time i got there i was over the shoes, but what are you going to do... the ceremony was short and sweet, which was nice, and we took a lot of pictures after wards. then we packed a picnic and went out to allerton, which is an estate turned park about twenty minutes away. the weather wasn't great, but it was alright. mama and i got carried away as always, and jacob, todd, mati, and matt came along for the ridiculousness....prosciutto and melon, potato salad, mimosas...red wine. life's good. we walked through the park after lunch, saw the peony garden and discovered the accoustic secrets of the sunken garden. took a mass nap in the grass in the foo dog garden. definitely a good day...
mama left this morning, we've done some packing and some visiting. we went to springfield yesterday to the frank lloyd wright house, and the lincoln museum. that was fun... even the packing was alright. the place looks a little strange, partly packed. but there's lots left to do and a lot of the details of the whole move that i'm still trying to iron out...
i'm picking up a uhaul on the 31st and leave town on the 1st.....lots and lots to do
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
psst... wait, psst, did you hear that????
*THAT* MY FRIENDS, WAS...
THE SOUND OF THE 5/8" BINDER SNAPPING SHUT FOR THE LAST TIME.
THE SOUND OF THE LITTLE PRINTER THAT COULD FORCING OUT THE FINAL PAGE, A LABEL FOR THE SPINE OF SAID BINDER.
THE SOUND OF THE LITTLE PAPER CUTTER THAT CONQUERED THE WORLD SLIDING ITS FINAL SLICES.
shhhh... did you hear that?
*THAT* WAS THE SOUND OF ME FINISHING MY THESIS!
(also the sound of me rolling around on my floor giggling with unfettered glee...except that there is no room on my floor.)
will i check it one more time? probably not...afterall, it's the written thesis for a show that closed in november. it's the thing i've been "finishing" ever since. it's finished. that means done. other people read it, i can't look at it again.
and all along, through thick and thin, the theme has been:
THIS THESIS BROUGHT TO YOU BY DJ SPREE, COLDPLAY, THE NUMBER 1.75, AND THE LETTERS J, M, and YOU.
thanks to my parents for teaching me the way, and my friends for lighting it from all distances...eternal gratitude all around. NOW LET'S GO OUT AND PLAY!!!
it's 1:30 in the morning. i haven't made sense for the duration of most of the friendships that read this post, but i'm pretty damn sure i'm about to cease with the sense making for the remainder.... tomorrow i finish my independent study, and then i think i'll be drunk, cleaning my house drunk, for at least three days. i love you, good night.
pee ess: 1.75 is the amount of money required to purchase a tasty pint of lienenkugel's beer at the iron post. now you know.
THE SOUND OF THE 5/8" BINDER SNAPPING SHUT FOR THE LAST TIME.
THE SOUND OF THE LITTLE PRINTER THAT COULD FORCING OUT THE FINAL PAGE, A LABEL FOR THE SPINE OF SAID BINDER.
THE SOUND OF THE LITTLE PAPER CUTTER THAT CONQUERED THE WORLD SLIDING ITS FINAL SLICES.
shhhh... did you hear that?
*THAT* WAS THE SOUND OF ME FINISHING MY THESIS!
(also the sound of me rolling around on my floor giggling with unfettered glee...except that there is no room on my floor.)
will i check it one more time? probably not...afterall, it's the written thesis for a show that closed in november. it's the thing i've been "finishing" ever since. it's finished. that means done. other people read it, i can't look at it again.
and all along, through thick and thin, the theme has been:
THIS THESIS BROUGHT TO YOU BY DJ SPREE, COLDPLAY, THE NUMBER 1.75, AND THE LETTERS J, M, and YOU.
thanks to my parents for teaching me the way, and my friends for lighting it from all distances...eternal gratitude all around. NOW LET'S GO OUT AND PLAY!!!
it's 1:30 in the morning. i haven't made sense for the duration of most of the friendships that read this post, but i'm pretty damn sure i'm about to cease with the sense making for the remainder.... tomorrow i finish my independent study, and then i think i'll be drunk, cleaning my house drunk, for at least three days. i love you, good night.
pee ess: 1.75 is the amount of money required to purchase a tasty pint of lienenkugel's beer at the iron post. now you know.
Monday, May 02, 2005
oof. da.
yep. that's how it goes... i got some practice this weekend, in minnesooota.
drove up to minneapolis, spent the weekend at lora's (much love for the hospitality and the mileage to both you and matt), checked out a couple apartments, drank with the hommies (much love for the giggles and the hugs, but 9 dollars for a pint and a shot? i don't know if i'm cool enough for uptown...i've been in smallsville too long), met with directors for the summer (just now heard from the fink putz, to those of you to whom that means something, he referred to *both* shows, which i fear means ill tidings for charlie brown and all his pals... yuk). it was a great weekend. solid. oh, wait! except for that one time that it SNOWED on the first of may!!! what am i doing? this is nuts. who moves to a place where it snows in may???
i'm workin away. last day of classes is wednesday. plenty to do before then...eh.
i'm not sure how else i'm feeling. like the end is near and it brings too many things to deal with. head in sand sounds ideal, but i know from experience it just results in a stiff neck and small silicone granuales in your sinuses. none too comfortable really... i feel like i had a lot more to say, but i don't know. call me. maybe it happens in person. or maybe i won't answer because i'm up to my neck in work. the end of semester list is beginning though --in a couple days i can clean my apartment, i can get a haircut, i can do laundry, i can go to the grocery store, i can remember whether to stand or sit. i know it doesn't apply as a girl, but it is the best description of grad school EVER: jess raynes, an acting mfa, in response to how grad school was going, once told me: "man, it's a lot. i mean, i'm storing shakespeare monologues in my short term memory and anywhere i can stick it and i'm accessing my long term term memory just to figure out whether to stand or sit when i'm in the can..." ok, that might not have been his exact words, but it was brilliant. also BRILLIANT, director peter moore's description of hello dolly! for me: "yeah, it's eye candy, but this isn't a whitman's sampler, it's more like godiva".... best concept statement EVER. i should get back to work, since whatever profoundness i thought i held has clearly leaked out my ear.... wheeeee.
drove up to minneapolis, spent the weekend at lora's (much love for the hospitality and the mileage to both you and matt), checked out a couple apartments, drank with the hommies (much love for the giggles and the hugs, but 9 dollars for a pint and a shot? i don't know if i'm cool enough for uptown...i've been in smallsville too long), met with directors for the summer (just now heard from the fink putz, to those of you to whom that means something, he referred to *both* shows, which i fear means ill tidings for charlie brown and all his pals... yuk). it was a great weekend. solid. oh, wait! except for that one time that it SNOWED on the first of may!!! what am i doing? this is nuts. who moves to a place where it snows in may???
i'm workin away. last day of classes is wednesday. plenty to do before then...eh.
i'm not sure how else i'm feeling. like the end is near and it brings too many things to deal with. head in sand sounds ideal, but i know from experience it just results in a stiff neck and small silicone granuales in your sinuses. none too comfortable really... i feel like i had a lot more to say, but i don't know. call me. maybe it happens in person. or maybe i won't answer because i'm up to my neck in work. the end of semester list is beginning though --in a couple days i can clean my apartment, i can get a haircut, i can do laundry, i can go to the grocery store, i can remember whether to stand or sit. i know it doesn't apply as a girl, but it is the best description of grad school EVER: jess raynes, an acting mfa, in response to how grad school was going, once told me: "man, it's a lot. i mean, i'm storing shakespeare monologues in my short term memory and anywhere i can stick it and i'm accessing my long term term memory just to figure out whether to stand or sit when i'm in the can..." ok, that might not have been his exact words, but it was brilliant. also BRILLIANT, director peter moore's description of hello dolly! for me: "yeah, it's eye candy, but this isn't a whitman's sampler, it's more like godiva".... best concept statement EVER. i should get back to work, since whatever profoundness i thought i held has clearly leaked out my ear.... wheeeee.
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