Maintaining

     Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is just a temporary feeling. Maybe I really am a hypocrite. I don't know. What I do know is that every once in awhile, I really feel used up. Or maybe just used. I feel like a maintainer, to be more specific. 

     This week has been incredibly stressful for me. I've been trying to almost single-handedly plan Interest Week for Agathos, which doesn't really sound like much at all. Except that we have a big event EVERY FRICKIN' NIGHT this week coming up. And then I just realized that I've looked at the dates wrong, and I only have until the 8th to turn my rush packet in. As in, less than 42 hours from now. With no help whatsoever. 

     Anyway, Interest Week. I've been in contact with Jim Scott from the Wellness Center all week trying to reserve the Natatorium for Monday night - finally settled. I got the date wrong on that one as I was trying to hurriedly draft an email right before I left for class or the library or something important -- I forget what, exactly. 

     And then we need tables. Do we need tables? I don't know. I know that the other members and I have full course loads, so we don't have many hours to our names to even "work" the table. I hadn't planned on getting one, but I'm starting to think we need one, even if we're only there a few hours a day. Except that I can't find the slip of paper with the budget number to order the tables (which I tried to reserve without it -- impossible). So even if I can get a table for us for this week, there is a possibility that we won't have one for Monday, and an even bigger possibility that no one else from club will show up to sit at it and recruit. 

     We're having a movie night. I spent hours researching which classic drama and comedy movies (thank God there are lots of lists out there) to come up with a "short" list (almost a page long) that have minimal adult content. Hey, I guess we don't want to offend? I dunno. I sent out like 30 facebook messages with the list, and I've been compiling votes. We're having a Wii night. I still have to make sure I can reserve a Wii -- haven't had time to check yet, and I don't even have a checkbook to pay for the damn thing. Yes, all bets are off on the language tonight, kids. We're having a slip 'n slide. Buckets, soap, tarp. No checkbook. Great. We need fliers. Need to finalize reservations first. Need to design fliers, send to Printing Svcs., put money on print account, etc. Need to hang fliers. Need to notify CAB for chapel announcements. Need Swedish massage. Or 5 minutes sans thought. (I guess that's what this is for.) Need to man rush table. Oh, yeah, and recruit people in spare time. Aw, hell. Bang forehead against brick wall. Buy rush shirts. Plan rush. Write very detailed rush itinerary and turn into CAB by Monday at 5 pm. Crumple grades up into a little ball and flush directly down the toilet. Stop being so damn dramatic. Stop whining/making excuses. Trash the dorms (take their trash out for them) every night after interest meetings. Carry out actual rush. 

     As for Encore stuff -- need to find music director, need to set audition dates, need to create, print, hang fliers; announce in chapels. Need to find band. Need to pay outstanding Encore balance (as in, unpaid). Fill out contracts and put down payments on this year's Encores. Reserve camcorder/buy tape from IMC. Hold auditions. Design alumni flier w/ ea. Encore date, send to alumni office for approval, get printed, pay for postage, mail out. Design fliers for campus. Print; hang. StallTalks, chapel, Andersonian. Plan street fair table in conjunction. Make DVD of album covers. Plan surprise guest(s?) -- it's a surprise. Can't tell who. 

     And then there's the 18 credit hours I'm taking (2 writing intensives?). Catching up reading in Intro to Lit and Social Problems. Compiling outline and finishing exercises (all due last Friday) for Fiction. (Requires observing people around campus.) Relearn subject-verb form and use of articles. ;) And the regular reading/homework for this week's classes. 

     I am so tired. I've actually been making decent use of my time, but this blogging thing was a preventative measure for a breakdown-freakout.