I was already having what might just be the worst Christmas I've ever had, and then Pinter had to go and DIE.

The snowflakes were dancing all around me on Christmas Eve and I felt the exquisite pain of realizing that, in chasing after one half of my heart's desire, I'd lost the other half -- my heart being torn asunder. And the actor/artist/observer in me kept trying to say, Where is your breath? Where is this emotion manifesting in your body? Pay ( Read more... )

Of course, in order to be able to fly home on Saturday morning (if 3 a.m. actually counts as morning, which I argue it doesn't), I need to be able to make it through the next four days without killing anyone -- myself included. Ohmygoodness I have SO much to do -- school things, and business things, and personal things, and Christmassy things, and ( Read more... )

Seriously, I'm Yours needs to stop playing on the radio five million times a day. It's bad enough that they're overexposing it, but they're also playing the inferior version from Mraz's new album. Why ...why did they have to do this to my favourite Mraz song? Why couldn't they have chosen some song that I didn't adore to make super popular? I ( Read more... )

I'm a tea person. I drink pots and pots of it, finding absolute comfort in a steaming cup. I've almost entirely forsaken coffee for this pleasure, turning only to the good old Starbucks when I'm yearning for a nostalgic Gingergerbread Latte or feel like welcoming in the Christmas season with a Peppermint Mocha (Twist ( Read more... )

I have my last workshop scene of the year tomorrow. I can't believe how fast this semester has fled by. Ten days until it's over, eleven until I fly home.
Craziness, I tell you. Craziness.

Took a Myers-Briggs personality test (because all the cool kids are doing it). Results are below.
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November 12, 2008

I used to dread November, the month in which my life always seemed to fall apart, year after year. The last couple of Novembers, however, have been okay. I'm starting to think that maybe the curse has been broken.
The past six days, however, have not just been okay -- they've been good. Last week was dark; by Thursday, I was ( Read more... )

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A few short quotes from "Letters to a Young Poet", which I just read for class ( Read more... )