No, really. It's ridiculous. Last Sunday, the closest thing to a 'life' I had was my one class this semseter. Now?
I've got a job. I've got school. Next week I'm going to get my permit to learn how to drive.
I'VE GOT A JOB.
Long story, because I feel like telling the whole thing. If you don't feel like reading, well, nothing's keeping you.
So. Back in high school (and I can't even BEGIN to tell you how weird it is to type that) I was part of the Stage Management class, and later, the club. I did lights for dance performances, helped make props, helped set up the band shell and choir risers and so on. No big deal, right?
Well, I get a ca