Friday, December 17, 2010

Hey world

I started a new blog on tumblr.  I might still post updates here, but i think i'm liking tumblr a lot better. it tends to be more artistic, intersting, and less long winded (which i have a tendency to be) :) so check out my blog there and follow it!

Friday, November 26, 2010


So I found this crumpled piece of paper...

from who knows how long ago, outlining what I will NOT do. And the things it listed just made me realize how much I have grown.  Many of those things are not problems anymore (though, in some cases, new problems have taken their place).  And if they are still slight problems, the real root of the problem has abated a little. Namely: my insecurities.  Most of the things on there are either product of my past insecurities or the worry about them (when they really are so insignificant) which illustrates more insecurities.

Its funny. Just reading the list brings me back to that place of self consciousness and insecurity.  I can feel how restricted I was. I remember worrying about those things and I did not realize how much wasted energy I spent on being self conscious until it was gone.  Granted, I do not think I wrote these lists on a daily basis. This must have been from an especially self critical day where I needed to get it on paper so I could feel like there was something I could do about it. I won't give you a full list of what I had written down (maybe you'll disagree and think I still have those problems).  Regardless of if you think that, it doesn't matter.  The important difference is my acceptance of myself and my quirks.  And how much I have grown and rid myself of those traits that hindered my progression.

I'm at a point now (and it will probably change next week!) where I am feeling pleased with my progress.  I look back on who I used to be and the work I used to do and I definitely have improved.  A friend mentioned to me the other day how he had a theory that we just don't realize how bad things are when we are going through them. That last year seems so bad and high school even worse than that, but in reality the present may be just as bad, only we don't realize it until its past. He then went on to say how he should probably have a more positive outlook (or something along those lines--hopefully i got that mostly right...)

I was confused by his thoughts and then I realized it was because that is not how I think of the past.  I don't usually think of it as bad or good, but more as different.  I look back on high school and think of the good and bad times and also how much I have changed.  Then I think to last year and how much I grew from where I was in high school (this one actually floors me--the change is definite).  And then from last year to this year how much more I know and how much I have changed and grown.

There are always good and bad times, thats a given.  What makes the difference is if we are continually growing.  Learning, working, improving. Working to a place of self worth and self love--easier said than done, I know.  Only once I've reached a place of freedom from self judgment and deprecation will I be able to get out of my own way and just live.

Sunday, August 15, 2010


This blog isn't meant to be a recollection of my everyday happenings and who I am as a whole. It isn't meant to be pretty or accepted. Its meant to be real.

It is about pieces of me. Pieces of me that I am constantly finding throughout my days. Its the honest extremes, the realizations, the resolves. Sometimes its up and sometimes its down. And that's because sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down.

I think there is beauty in honesty, so I do my best to be honest. And in that honesty I have been able to realize things, discover parts of myself and grow.  Honesty is sometimes gritty and undesirable and disagreeable. But, I believe that through honesty we can grow, learn and become better human beings.

So if sometimes I sound melodramatic, manic, whiny, or any other sort of extreme it isn't because that is how I am all the time. It is because that is what that moment was. So to help myself grow I decided to write about it, and in hopes that perhaps somebody else can grow or realize something from my honesty I blog about it.

So just know, I have a lot to be grateful for.  I love my family and they are always so supportive of me. I live a full and blessed life. Sometimes I'm quirky, sometimes I'm whiny and sometimes I'm just here. I have my happy and my sad moments, because you know what? That's life.

This is my way of sharing my joys and my pains. This is me (unwritten).

"This above all: to thine own self be true." 
Oh Shakespeare! You always do say it best. 

Sunday, July 25, 2010

"Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity"

Anxious. My mind was hazy and my body restless. Do you ever get that feeling like your insides are just itching to escape, like you're claustrophobic in your own restrictive skin? That's how I've been feeling recently. Like there is something I am forgetting to do. Like I'm missing something, and the lack of that something is leaving me unfulfilled and ill at ease. Well, recently I realized the reason behind that lack of fulfillment--among others which will be discussed at a later time--was a lack of creation.

Creative people need to create. If we don't, the wasted energy stays bottled inside of us and tumbles into a ball of depression and unease in the pit of our stomachs. Creative people need to write, to sing, to play, to dream, to compose, to draw, to create. At least, that's what I need.

So I went for a walk to try and shake this restlessness and clear my head.  Funny thing: the minute a space is cleared, something surely will fill that space.  Luckily, this time the thoughts that filled the space weren't anxious or depressed.  New, unsolicited ideas flowed into my head without hindrance or hassle.  Ideas for creative endeavors--the likes of which I will not name at this time, for things given announcement and title have a tendency of dying before being born--filled the space in my mind.

Upon arriving home I quickly captured the thoughts with my pen before they could disappear into the recesses of my mind.  I've been writing for the past hour.


Hello inspiration, you've been missed :)

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Ponderings, Pessimism, and other P words (Ya. It's what you're thinking.)

Sometimes I wonder if I was meant to have been born a man.

I know. I know. You're laughing. 

But seriously.

I don't think like most girls do. Sometimes I hear the way they look at life and wonder if there is something wrong with me because those thoughts have never crossed my mind.

I don't believe in true love. Not really. I put that one on the same list as Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Its just some big fallacy used to make us behave until its too late and we're stuck. Then we realize the fat man is our Dad and the tooth fairy is Mom's coin purse.

Or in the case of true love: we realize that marriage comes down to a pile of regrets, bickering, and separate beds.

So I don't believe in true love. I guess that doesn't make make me a man. Probably more of a pessimist.

Or maybe, a realist.

Monday, June 28, 2010

So pretty much...

I've got to get out of here. Out of this house. Out of this state.

Sadly, that is not an option right now.

My dad is in the other room yelling at the dogs about something, not sure what. Its probably not relevant anyhow. 
Oh ya. Did I tell you? We have 4 dogs. Ya. I know. Ridiculous. But hey, its not my house, not really. Its my parents and if my mom says we keep them, then we keep them. And I keep my mouth shut at the suffocating trivialness of it all.

I'm feeling claustrophobic. With this house and with my life. I feel so stuck, like anything I do is not going to get me anywhere. Like I'm a lost cause. Like no matter how hard I try I will never get better and will never be good enough.

I'm just terrified that one day when I do try to leave I'll get pulled back in. As if I'm stuck in some whirlpool of fate--where even when I think I'm getting somewhere, really I'm swimming in circles and no matter how hard I swim I will inevitably end up at the bottom of the ocean.

Or that I will get out there and realize I really am not good enough. Not even close. And then what? Then come back home with my tail tucked between my legs and become a mommy.

I'm not trying to whine or say "woe is me!" or beg for attention. I'm just saying it how I feel, how it is.

Basically, the vampires in my head are screaming at me. And I don't have it in me to kill them off right now.

**skip to 3:30 and you'll see what I mean**

Sunday, June 27, 2010

I want to do something about it

but what?

Saturday, June 12, 2010

I got the part


(ya. that pretty much covers it, but for those of you who don't understand what that exclamation embodies I'll fill you in.)

I auditioned for shows for this coming fall semester at the U a couple of months ago. I have been waiting anxiously and not so anxiously--while my subconscious sabotaged my sleep with unnerving dreams--for the cast list to be posted.

Yesterday I finally found out when a cast list on facebook--posing as an unassuming message--attacked me! No mental preparation allowed for viewing this cast list (which, believe me, is often necessary-cast lists terrify me!)

I will be playing Sorrel Bliss in a British-drawing-room type comedy called Hay Fever by Noel Coward (the same guy who wrote Blithe Spirit, if you're familiar with that one). I will be playing the daughter of the  crazy Bliss family, in this play that follows the family and their misadventures with some visitors.

Basically, this is the part I wanted. I will be working with the same director I worked on Rocky with and I am beyond excited!

More to come on Hay Fever and the adventures it will bring, later. For now, I am just beyond excited to get back to the stage and feel the love that only can be found within a cast! That love that comes from theatre and everyone doing something they love together. Ya. I miss that.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Today's Realizations

Having the sabbath as a day of rest really is a blessing.

Everyone's life sucks in some way. And yet, there is something good to each life as well.

Tons of  people are going through stuff that I don't even know about. So, just a note to self, STOP WHINING.

I really want to be a hippy.

I seriously want to make acting my career. Not just a lofty idea, dream, or aspiration for fame.

It's a good thing fast food isn't my chosen career field.

Sometimes the world we are convinced of being reality whether it be a world of depression, grief, or exasperation is not the world as it is. Soon things will change and we will look back and say "wow, that was bad." Even though right now, it is bad.

Even when you are having your worst day ever, somewhere a baby is being born :)

There are several things about society that are seriously wrong ( in a disturbing way, not necessarily incorrect way).

I don't want to get fat. or old.

I may be subconsciously sabotaging myself.

I still don't really know who I am.

Music is...more than words can convey. And that's what makes it so beautiful.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Let the Sunshine In

Fast forward to me chills every time.

I was so meant to be a hippy.