My friends list has been steeped in wrap-ups of 2009, and I find them really enjoyable to read--it's amazing what can happen in a year. As I am a huge fan of lists, I decided to post my own summary of
( this particularly amazing year. )

All in all, it was a really incredible year. I didn't think it would be possible to have a year that topped 2008, but I have hope that it can only get better from here.

Ah doctors offices.
I come from a long line of hypochondriacs, a noble and ancient race of people who live in mortal terror of our own bodies.
And the internet has not helped us any. Trust me, there is nothing more terrifying then WebMd. I swear every symtom you type in come back as oh my god I'm going to DIE and the corgi will eat me and no one will ever know what happened to me, and who will water my plants!?! I swear, I typed in my symptoms last night (red spots on my torso) and it suggets lukemia, and when reword the symptom, it comes back ZOUNDS CANCER.

It is, of course, nither of these things, buta stress related skin thing that makes me bumpy and red and effectively ruins my burlesque career until it goes away.


I am amused by this. But I'm not going to get any plants that will die horrible deaths if the next random thing ends up to be the one that proves webmd right.

A Christmas Carol closes today.

As a debut show for A Muse Productions (the theatre co I started with Christian, Mike, and Meredith), the show did incredibly well. It was fabulously directed, the set was big and beautiful and looked like a giant attic, and Christian, as usual, did a stunning job designing the lights and sound. I costumed everyone, spending many nights this semester staying up until ungodly hours, sewing. Today's show is going to be our biggest, and then a cast party (for the which, I am making my famous pumpkin pecan pie, with pumpkins pilfired from Jonny's patch).

Well. I feel that this moment is a comma, or perhaps a period; it remains a terminus, almost, to the last crazy six months, in which Christian and I proved ourselves to be Clydesdale work horses, and sucessful ones at that. Christian got an entire gallery and its first exhibit up and running, had a full-time job, did contracted theatre work, and started a theatre co. I juggled two jobs, built a whole lot of sets, started a theatre co, was a full-time student, and wrote my thesis--


yes. my thesis is done. For all intents and purposes, it is finished for the sake of a grade; I would like to expand it and perhaps get it published, because it is rather exciting work.


I was surprised to recieve a phone call on Friday afternoon from none other than my thesis advisor herself; she called to personally tell me that, not only did I recieve an A on my paper, I also somehow finagled straight As for the semester.

I almost dropped the phone. School was put on the back burner for me this past semester, I'm ashamed to admit. I was working so much that I felt my attention diverting from academia. Still, I guess I pulled it together somehow.

So this past week has been spent getting the show up and running, spending long hours at the theatre, and then attending impromtu theatre soirees. I had dirty martinis last night for the first time in godknowshowlong, and swirled them with the best of them.

Oh, and I'm engaged to the man I adore, so.. there's that :) Our engagement party is on Weds, and will be a full-on Christmas dinner. I bought a beautiful blue dress and a string of glass pearls, and will be baking for the next few days straight: chilean pastel de choclo, pumpkin pecan pie, date and walnut pumpkin pie, cupcakes--the list goes on and on. Mulled wine! Egg nog! Champagne overflowing! I am so ready to get out from behind the mountain of work and just plumb party.




In concluding, I would be remiss to say that I wasn't proud of myself. 2009 has been my most productive year yet, and though I tore out my own hair sometimes, I feel that I deserve a rest: pleasure reading in front of my fireplace, dinner parties with friends, crafting, and long winter walks with my sweet.


I'm growing up, I fear.

I've been a bit depressed lately, and I dont know why. I wish I could figure it out, because then I'd have the reason, and I could fix it.

I just feel like I'm going nowhere, and am so tired of people asking me what it is I want to do with my life, what I'm interested in, what I'm going to do with the art history degree, because I dont know, I didnt know a minut ago when you asked me the same question but in a diffrent way and theres no where to go to be alone.

Oh I'm gonna be so busy this week!
So today instead of going to the office where I'm temping, and photo copying things, I sat all day at my fathers desk and awnsered his phone, because the phone line was going nuts. The phone would ring twice, too fast, and then apparently cut off the person calling, so I had to be quick on picking up the phone.
On the bright side of this I had plenty of time to read books, because there was nothing else I could do while being close enough to pick up the phone.
Apparently this is also what I do tommorow, until, that is, my office Christmas party, where I try not to gain weight at the italian resturant we're going to, because I'm half a pound away from my goal weight and would like to actually hit goal this week, please.
And onwards.
My brother also comes home this weekend, and then there will be holiday madness, and goodness gracious me, isnt it time for the quiet of a new year yet?

Loneliness makes people do foolish, wasteful things.