zombie jamboree

everyone should come see the show paz and i designed lights for tonight at eight because it's free and at the pear avenue theater and i want you all to come.

tech leaves me burnt out, half asleep, exhausted, and happy. i love the adrenaline rush of solving last-minute problems, the brilliant neatness of a cue sheet, the volume of paper involved, the crisp pages of scripts, the binders full of necessary info, the smells of theater dust and tie line and fresh paint, the hum of a dimmer during warmers, the sound of the go button. i love pulling off a difficult cue that requires me to have at least three hands absolutely perfectly. i love standing on top of a rickety ladder leaning off at a precarious angle with a c-wrench in my hand hanging and focusing a light. i love driving around with paz listening to music and joking about how we should turn this into 'survivor theatre' and debate who should get kicked off first - neva or allison. our cue sheet has notes that say 'all chicks off the island' typed in the margins. i'm never as happy and school never seems as ridiculous as when i'm in tech.

[speaking of school:
in phys class.
cece: i think they're possessed.
mr lynch: ...you know what a possessed pendulum looks like?!?]