My absence from this journal should be recorded. A lot has changed for me since I last began regularly posting. For better or worse I cannot explain but it is significant. As a teaser I will leave you with an email I had written to someone recently who probably wishes anonymity.

My days go on in much the same way they have been these last few ( Read more... )

There was a world, not unlike our own, but one in which every story had a happy ending. Which is not to say that the people of this world lived without strife -- because they did, for if they did not they could not appreciate their happiness -- but despite the strife their stories would all conclude with smiles. This is one such story.

( ... And when I see you kitten as a cat, yeah as smitten as that, I can't get that small. )

I am at my computer. Amanda is with me. She's vainly attempting to molest my cat. Say hi Amanda.

"Hi."

Do you have any words of wisdom?

"Mm.. Eye hurts..."

Is that all?

"Ehh... Meh... Uhh...."

Amanda, I know you have more to share than just thatShe shakes her head with a pained sort of "let me out of here" look on her face. It's kind of sad ( Read more... )

Much Ado About Nothing.

All of you Seattle based Livejournal-ers should see it. And when you do, stick around afterwards and introduce yourself to me.

That is all.

I am seeking your help fellow friends. Next week I am auditioning for summer theatre work and scholarships. A make-shift, unprofessional headshot is required (it has to fit in a ridiculously small amount of space) so kinotu and I went out today and took some. Your mission, should you accept it, is to help me decide on which one to use.

( Picture 1 )

I think I may have just discovered a way to hit my education head on, full time, and not have to work, while still living independently, on my own.

A single, shining light of hope. I have reached a point in my life where it's do or die. Please, whatever spirit can help me here, let happen.

I beg of you.

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream."

-- Ernest DowsonI was given a monologue by my director Joanna to use for one half of ( Read more... )

The very first time rehearsing for a stage kiss during a play is always awkward. When I'm not entirely comfortable with my blocking it seems especially graceless. It is easy to say, "This isn't a problem. We're both adults -- kissing is something we've both done many times before." But no matter how casual and brave and indifferent about it I try ( Read more... )

... the dreams in which I'm dying, are the best I've ever had.

Question: When you walk a girl to her car out of your way, and she smiles at you and thanks you for it and then remains smiling looking as if she's trying to find something to say, is that a good sign?

Then why the hell did I not ask her out for a drink?

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Cool fucking article. Read it now!

( Cool accompanying picture! )