OMG, so frickin tired. Just wrapped three full days at a workshop on digital storytelling. I’m not sure what I expected when I registered a few weeks ago; all I know is, I did not expect emotional drainage. Seriously, day one, we went around the table and most people had tear-jerker stories. Meanwhile, I was the lame person who entered thinking I was going to produce something practical for work. Needless to say, I wrote three different scripts, and in the end, I still wasn’t completely happy. But boy, the others in the class just blew me away. Here I was thinking I was going to be a decent storyteller since I had years of experience with blogging, but boy is blogging different from storytelling. My second story, the instructor was like, “Why are you telling this story?” Uh, because it’s an interesting observation/experience that I think is funny. No go. Class was damn hard, but thank goodness it’s over. Three whole days.
Tomorrow, I’m working out all the angst by busting out the xlider skates again. It’s been way too long. I need to exercise. Feeling gross and bloated.
Oh, I never did share the details of my makeover. Long story short, I had done so much research prior to the makeover that the day of, I probably came across like a know-it-all. I know, I thought I was totally ready to be molded, but I didn’t expect my homework to be so wrong. Seriously. The most disappointing part of it all was the fact that, I had already started on my own path to reinvention and to be told the changes I enacted were actually “unsuitable” for my body was just hard to take. Not that she was mean about it in any way, it’s just that I had done a lot of research, and I couldn’t believe it was all done for shit. Anyway, my request for a hair chop was denied, and apparently, pencil skirts are my match. I’ve already cleaned out my closet of ill-fitting crap. And here I was thinking I had come such a long way since the days of Pamela… looks like I have a much longer way to go.
I still haven’t worn my makeover outfit to work. Too wussy. The stylist made me get TIGHT stretch pants. One day soon I’ll squeeze into them for work. Need to build a little confidence first. Just feels so damn tight, especially for work… Thankfully, the entire experience really got Grace into the shopping bug so we’re going to hit the stores. John’s totally relived for the break.
What else. Spanish class started this month. Teacher is awesome. My progress is slow-going, but I hope to continue on to Spanish II next semester. I also recently found my Pimsleur Spanish CD, and I think that will round out my learnings.
Ok well I’m pretty damn beat. After my class finished, my drive home took an hour and then John and I headed into SF for another show of Get Mortified. Goddamnit, I sure wish I had some good content from the younger years. Would be so much fun to ridicule my dork years.