crickets

some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug.
but i wouldn't say today is one of those days...

theater makes me happy. all that positive energy in one space.
the actors are giving energy, which they're giving to the audience, and when the audience likes it, they're giving it back to the actors. all of that in turn comes back to me.

so, theater makes me happy.

and cookout chats.

gleeking out.

Sometimes I never update my blog.

Sometimes I want to.

Maybe I'll get better at......

Nope gotta go, GLEE is back on. :)

if today was your last day

"each day's a gift and not a given right,
leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
and try to take the path less traveled by"

i like OH a lot.
i miss NC a lot.

i'm off to sail the ocean blue on the HMS Pinafore. i feel like updating two blogs is kind of pointless, though i suppose i could talk about all the chatty stuff here that i haven't included in my Ohio blog.

happy 3rd of july. party at 'chez gay' tonight. :) july 4th festivities tomorrow.
enjoy your weekend.

so different now from what it seemed

I never post here.

My life in Ohio is nice though. As is my summer in Ohio blog.

I'm updating this for show, since the people that are probably reading this, have just read the other blog too.

Will & Grace is on Lifetime every weeknight at 11:00 PM, and it's the perfect pre-bedtime show.
Unfortunately, I also discovered that it airs at 1:00 AM and now I stay up till at least 1:30......

Oh well.

i wonder what its like to be a superhero

so, i leave for Ohio soon.

and i just finished reading Breaking Dawn.

and i should go to bed, but i'm on Skype with Zackery.

and i'm only updating because i can and i want to make an Ohio blog.

being that i used to be a blog junkie, i'm torn between my love of lj and my new blogger.

hopefully i'll figure that out tomorrow. or thursday.

gonna be filled with strawberry love.

So, maybe an hour and a half ago, I was frustrated and sad and emotional and just wanted to scream.

An hour and twenty minutes ago, I was feeling butterflies over a phone call.

Twenty minutes after that, I was about to cry. And then it just went away. Instantly.


Honesty is shitty. It's hard and scary and terrifying and nerve-wracking. It takes lots of courage and faith and you have to work at it. But I can't understand why people do things any other way. Like, I suppose I get that not everyone can be straight-forward like that. Even I have a hard time with it, but if you could.... GAH! It's just so.... liberating. Just, wow.


And that's all, for now. Hurrah.

but i don't want to be with mad people

Today is Saturday, April 4th. We are basically done with Alice in Wonderland and our final show is in a few hours.

This week has been interesting.... long, exhausting, frustrating, stressful.... but interesting.

I think that life is just not supposed to be really easy, and that maybe we're supposed to cry a little bit. I haven't sent in any secrets to PostSecret, but I'm not sure what I would say. I am thankful that I am able to tell some people some of my secrets, because then I don't have to drown in them.

Here's to good friends.

You know, the OR is the one place where I can come and think. I'm thinking right now, okay?

-Cristina Yang, Grey's Anatomy

This is what I'm thinking: PostSecret is an incredible project. I went to Frank Warren's presentation last night at UNC Charlotte and I feel that I will grow a lot from this experience. Unfortunately right now, I'm mostly feeling introspective in a bit of a dark way.

For those of you who don't know about PostSecret, my explanation will not do it justice, visit Postsecret for Sunday's Secrets and more info on the project.

I realize that I have some secrets, some that I've shared so that they wouldn't swallow me whole. I'm finding that even though I shared these to escape the drowning feeling, I'm on a different side of them now, and the water's still rising. My goal this week is to compose a postcard (or two) and send it off to Maryland. Some of the secrets shared at the event last night were incredible and those that were able to speak up for themselves spoke for me on some level.

All of that feels a bit morose, but I feel pretty good about it. I'm hopeful.