Saturday, September 22, 2012

Lots of Pictures, Lots of Words...

Okay. So today requires a bit of explanation...probably a lot less than I am going to give, lol. Since I signed up for a theater participation course this semester, there are work calls that I *must* attend or potentially get booted out of the class. Unfortunately, the theater department here doesn't really do a lot for freshman, and gives very vague instructions that I'm sure are crystal clear to all the upperclassmen. So I knew that I was supposed to be at the "scene shop" at 9am this morning. I didn't know exactly where that was, but I figured it was in one of the rooms under the theater. I arrived at the theater just a couple minutes early and wandered around the basement for a while. I went upstairs and found a couple students. They sent me to the smaller theater across campus, known as "the black box." I wandered around the outside of the locked building for a few minutes and found another student. She told me that the scene shop is actually off campus...at the mall about 1.5 miles away. I went back to my dorm, grabbed my keys, found the address, and drove to the mall. I drove all around the mall looking but didn't see anything that could potentially be a scene shop, so I went inside. 


The mall didn't open until 10, and it was about 9:30, so it was very empty (just a few senior citizens having some sort of meeting in the food court...). This mall seems to be dying, and half the stores were unoccupied. One of my friends said it would be the perfect location for a zombie apocalypse outbreak! 



Mannequins are almost always creepy. Especially when the mall is empty...at least it was morning instead of night. So I wandered about the inside of the mall for some time and finally started heading back to the door I came in, just about ready to give up (at the time I didn't realize how critical it was to attend every work call). The security desk was open and right next to the exit, so I thought I'd ask him. He knew exactly what I was talking about and sent me to the old Circuit City building just across the parking lot. It was actually the correct location and I found the theater people! And Matthew, the guy in charge, excused me for being 45ish minutes late...what an exhausting way to start the day!



This building is/will be used to store and build scenery for HPU productions. Today we took large boards of plywood, laid them down as flooring, nailed them to the ground, and then painted over it with "slop paint," which is just a mixture of all the leftover colors. They said they'd never seen slop paint turn out pink before...I said it looked like girl camouflage! 



Then they covered it with paper...I didn't quite get why, or even why they painted it, but I'm not in charge! xD



Back on campus! Today was open house day and the place was swarmed with parents and students taking tours. I guess when it's a big thing like this they actually make them walk! Who knew! 



Haha, I love coming to the gym on weekend nights! Empty...



2 miles tonight! With my mind constantly wandering while running, it can be difficult to count 26 laps without losing track. In the past I've had Angel help me while she's on one of the elliptical machines, or I've even brought a highlighter and marked my hand. Tonight I tried something new...



Each lap I pass by this sign. There are 24 letters/symbols, and some nights I've tried to remember the lap I'm on by moving on to the next letter as I run around the track. I can still get distracted, so tonight I tried something different. As I got to each letter, I started thinking of things that started with that letter that I was thankful for and thanked God for them as I ran that lap. It varied from serious subjects to people I love to thanking Him for ostriches, air, and elastic! Best run ever! =)

2 comments:

  1. Great idea! When you said you marked on your hand, made me think of the silence, haha

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  2. LOL! Elizabeth, I was thinking of the mannequins in the window and Rose :D Can't get away from the Doctor!

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