What's Gone, Past Help

Had a pleasant evening at the Floras' watching locally-produced, indie shorts (including "Skanky the Pimp" cartoons). (Films, that is.) Also saw the end of a documentary called "Mule Skinner Blues," and the end of a cartoon called "The Nine Lives of Felix the Cat." Some of the strangest shit I've ever seen. We also watched some music videos and an HBO special with John Leguizamo.

There was also just plain hanging out, with most of us talking in the kitchen while Ian, Jack, and Patrick sequestered themselves with Jack's new electric guitar.

Getting there was something of an adventure. I had directions that only gave me a rough idea of where it was, and a memory of having been there briefly once before. Nor did I have any freaking idea which would be the best way to get there (or back home, for that matter). But I managed to find it pretty easily, and by a way that allowed me to avoid most of the construction on Lomas, right near there. Couldn't avoid it on the way home, though, so I was led on a pretty inefficient path.

( Past grief? )

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No show, no plans. I'm lost.

And there's something squeaking constantly outside and driving me nuts.

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So yesterday, the day after Winter's Tale ended, I get an e-mail about an internship at Portland Center Stage. It's four months (the length of a semester), unpaid, eight hours a week, doing administrative stuff. I'm thinking about applying for it, but haven't actually settled on doing so. I guess what's stopping me is thinking that I don't have enough experience to be seriously considered. (A little burned after applying for and not getting the HA job I am.)