I drove through the end of a rainbow tonight. It was on the way to The Mormon’s house, and there was this huge rainbow taking up the entire sky. It had been a while since I’d seen one that big. And then as I took a curve, there were trees in front of me because I was about to take yet another curve, and I could clearly see the rainbow against the trees a few feet in front of me, straight down to the ground. Dude. Straight to the ground. Have you ever seen that before? I didn’t know it was possible to see that. I didn’t think they really touched the ground. But this one did! It was amazing! I looked up, just to make sure it was the same one, and it perfectly matched up with the huge rainbow in the sky. I actually found the rainbow’s end. Alas, there was no pot of gold there…but it had to be good luck or something, right?
In other news, last week, after a six-month hiatus from school, I finally started my very first class at UNF. I didn’t know what to expect from it–it’s a pre-req., and all I knew was that it was called Themes & Types in Literature. I didn’t even know what the theme was until I got in there and discovered that it was drama.
We get to act in my class. How bloody cool is that!? I got to act today, too, and I felt so hyper afterward! I only had two lines, but still.
We were discussing text and subtext, and the teacher, Professor M., asked for four volunteers to be broken into two groups and perform these brief, five-line scenes. I went out into the hallway with the other three volunteers, and she informed me and this guy, Quentin, that we were to perform it as a long-term couple who were breaking up, despite the fact that neither of us really wanted to. At first I couldn’t get into it, because the only experience I have with long-term couples is The Mormon, whom I’ve been with for six months, and I never intend to break up with him. But then I just pictured him telling me he wanted to break up, and suddenly my two lines sounded angry, and I thought, Wow…I miss acting!
Eventually I just decided to play it sad, so after we finished performing–and the class loved it, by the way, and gave us much applause–Professor M. said, “Did you all see all the emotions on Ginny’s face?” and I was all, Hell, yeah.
I miss acting. But we get to perform a scene with groups, I believe from The Laramie Project, which is exciting, because I’ve seen this play twice and thought it would be fun to perform. I turned to Kinnebrew (this guy I went to high school with whom I know can act, because he was in drama with me) and whispered, “You are so in my group for that.” This scene will make up 30% of our grade.
So yeah, I’m excited; I think it will be fun.
That night at work, I informed Bob that I was hyper, and he said, “Wow, that isn’t like you at all”–but seriously, not sarcastically. And I thought, Bob doesn’t know me at all, does he? We’ve only been working together for two years, for crying out loud.
We served, on the same row, egg noodles, egg rolls, and eggplant tonight. I noticed this after I’d been standing there for about thirty minutes, and wondered who would be the first person to order nothing but those three items. It happened to be my friend Shawn, who returned today because he has a Summer B class. He thought this was very funny.
Tomorrow I have to buy books, pay tuition/fees, and get a student ID.
Then, as it is the weekend, I get to see my boyfriend. People at the cafe keep asking me if I work Friday or Saturday, and I’m like, “Fuck no.” I see him twice a week, and I’m not sacrificing either of those two days. And I figured out a way to make myself not feel guilty about telling them I can’t work those days–as he lives an hour away from me, I feel that I can honestly say that I go out of town every weekend. It sounds better than, “I only get to spend time with my boyfriend twice a week, and you can’t take that away from me.” I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before.
I realized something interesting yesterday. For my entire life, I’ve felt weird hanging out with my friends around my family, which is why I don’t like hanging with people at my house, and I feel awkward introducing people to my parents–it isn’t that I’m embarrassed of them; it is that I feel weird because I’m two different people around friends and family, and I don’t know how to act. And I didn’t know how to describe this phenomenon until yesterday, when I was mulling over it, and the words, “Worlds are colliding!” floated into my head, and I realized that the entire thing had been covered on an episode of Seinfeld. Go figure. And now I know exactly how to describe it to people, because Seinfeld makes perfect sense to me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before!
All right, that’s it for tonight, because my eyes are all blurry and I have a headache.