"Calamity" might be a bit harsh- how about "overwhelming discord and mayhem?"
Nice.
1. I am intensely lucky to have by my side (hypothetically speaking) the one man I love and infinitely care about in the midst of everything that life entails.
2. I am grateful for my peers and confidantes, for they never seem to let me down when I am left in foul moods or with an air of sadness about me.
3. And, best of all, I am endlessly blessed to live in a time when YouTube has, ready at my fingertips, Jennifer Hudson being a bad-ass diva on television that I don't get up early enough to watch.
I love her, I do.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
IT'S ALL ABOUT DUALITY.
It seems relatively logical to me that the first full week of classes would lend itself to bringing out the most emotionally unstable side of me, as well as providing the most intellectually hostile and physically draining environment one could possibly fathom at this point in time.
Indeed.
I have survived the first seven days of what I expect to be the most taxing semester I've had thus far in my collegiate career. That, in itself, must be seen as some sort of accomplishment. If taking seventeen hours weren't enough, there's rehearsal and general (and always theatrical) insanity to surround my non-existent free time.
On that note: rehearsals are proceeding well, and I am excited for the production at large, along with all of the people I am gifted enough to work with. It is truly a joy to have people eager to allow me the space and freedom I need to be spontaneous, ridiculous, and totally distracted from everything else I don't want to have floating into a genuinely creative atmosphere. Maybe that sounds unintentionally odd, but this is one of my first performance experiences that is facilitating my desire for comedic expression and downright silliness in the midst of a genuinely great text. It's making me happy, and I'm not sure what more can be said about it.
Fricandeau.
The group of individuals I have spent most of my time with in the past two weeks are suddenly the people I care most about in the world. I have found a number of incredibly intelligent, compassionate, and honest human beings. I love them. I have so many people in my life so worthy of loving that, despite how tumultuous everything becomes, I am an infinitely lucky kiddo.
I may be depressed, but at least I'm grateful.
Indeed.
I have survived the first seven days of what I expect to be the most taxing semester I've had thus far in my collegiate career. That, in itself, must be seen as some sort of accomplishment. If taking seventeen hours weren't enough, there's rehearsal and general (and always theatrical) insanity to surround my non-existent free time.
On that note: rehearsals are proceeding well, and I am excited for the production at large, along with all of the people I am gifted enough to work with. It is truly a joy to have people eager to allow me the space and freedom I need to be spontaneous, ridiculous, and totally distracted from everything else I don't want to have floating into a genuinely creative atmosphere. Maybe that sounds unintentionally odd, but this is one of my first performance experiences that is facilitating my desire for comedic expression and downright silliness in the midst of a genuinely great text. It's making me happy, and I'm not sure what more can be said about it.
Fricandeau.
The group of individuals I have spent most of my time with in the past two weeks are suddenly the people I care most about in the world. I have found a number of incredibly intelligent, compassionate, and honest human beings. I love them. I have so many people in my life so worthy of loving that, despite how tumultuous everything becomes, I am an infinitely lucky kiddo.
I may be depressed, but at least I'm grateful.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
THE NINTH.
Today has felt moderately volatile.
Perhaps that juxtaposition of words is startling, or maybe, to other minds, reassuring. It felt to me as though no level of balance could validate the fact that I am in a place (both physically and metaphorically) that leaves me simultaneously joyful and longing for more. I have an urgency within me that seeks relief in whatever manic result it can find, coupled with a growing complacency towards the things and individuals surrounding me.
Indeed, I must agree: how infinitely odd.
It's already tomorrow. Classes will restore the chaos of daily living, and I remain both hopeless and overly confidant in my desire to exist.
'Tis simple enough a task, I suppose.
Perhaps that juxtaposition of words is startling, or maybe, to other minds, reassuring. It felt to me as though no level of balance could validate the fact that I am in a place (both physically and metaphorically) that leaves me simultaneously joyful and longing for more. I have an urgency within me that seeks relief in whatever manic result it can find, coupled with a growing complacency towards the things and individuals surrounding me.
Indeed, I must agree: how infinitely odd.
It's already tomorrow. Classes will restore the chaos of daily living, and I remain both hopeless and overly confidant in my desire to exist.
'Tis simple enough a task, I suppose.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
SPRING, 2007.
Back.
Registration.
So infinitely glad.
Feeling kind of awkward.
This semester better prove to be an amazing one.
Registration.
So infinitely glad.
Feeling kind of awkward.
This semester better prove to be an amazing one.
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