What's in a name?

One of the important life lessons that I can divulge in the short time that I can write this blog, I will share with you this pearl of wisdom that I have gleaned in this past week is this: If you are going to ask a girl on a date, be sure that you KNOW her first name. Particularly if you've known her for the past week... Yeah, get that right.

One day

when the days pass, as they often do, the mundane chores of doing the same tasks over and over can be trying. When that happens, I often find that I think of places far away that I could go to escape the life that seems to trap me.

Places that people don't know me, and I don't know the language. Places with exotic names and wonderfully different flavors.

But then I would want to go with someone that I could share it with, so that we could have those experiences together. I'm yet to find them, or perhaps I have, they just doesn't want to go with me. SO I stay. In the mundane. The safe, and the boring, so that one day they'll go with me.

Lets hope that comes one day.

Oh the screaming and the scratching!

The summer is almost over, the school semester coming slowly, but surely coming just the same. I'm looking forward to this school year with eager anticipation. The classes are going to be absolutely fantastic, the lineup of new shows sounds interestingly fun to be in, and above all, I will be around those who share with me a certain passion that those around me now quite simply, don't.

I long to be on a stage. The lights coming up as the audience quietly settles for a night that will suspend their disbelief. They will look and see with you. They will laugh and cry at you. Because you are leading them on a journey that cannot be taken themselves. You give them pearls of truth that they will go home and ponder, hopefully longer than a day. I long to be on a stage after many long and strenuous nights of memorizing. Those long nights of teaching yourself that you believe those words that you are saying as if they are your own. I long to share a talent that I have for others, rather than having it remain dormant for so long.

We all want to find that which makes us whole. That's what makes me whole. Theatre.

Theatre.

Even when I dream, my dreams are filled with stages, house seating and rehearsals. Opening nights, backstage, even the parking lot of the theatre filled with people dressed formally going to a show that will start any minute. Most of the dreams that I have that have people I know in them, we are sitting in the aisles.

This summer has not a large amount of creative outlets for me to further my artistic drive... so I took up reading. So I've read at least 7 books, most over 700 pages each. That's a lot of reading I'm thinking. And I'm still reading.

I also have a deadline on said creative outlet number 1. I have a play that needs to be finished in twenty two days.... the first day of the school year. If I write four pages a day, with no room for rewrites, I can have it done the day before. Hmph. We'll see...

Writing

I just watched a horrible movie. The horrible movie that I have just watched was Gentleman Broncos. I was not by any means expecting a great film, but I did not expect something THAT bad. Oh, well. Perhaps it's because I have an idea for a fantasy novel. Cheesy, I know right? But I had mapped it all out once in the summer when I didn't have anything else to do as a creative outlet. Later, I wrote a rough version of the first chapter. I never really understood how detailed some writers were until that day. And I'm hoping that if I ever do write a book, I will write one where people will be able to have their imaginations go wild. Like my mind, when I was younger in Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings. And although I had nightmares of Gollum when I was younger, I do believe that it helped my imagination. Terrified, yes. Horrible, yes. But could I refrain from unbridled curiosity? Not a chance.

It's little things like that that make me want to be a writer. I was influenced so much, as I'm sure all of us are, by the things that I read, and I'm gonna throw in here, things that I heard and watched as well. I remember some of my earliest memories is watching the opera, or listening to Peter and the Wolf. I remember it was always kind of a special treat to do those kinda things, because my other siblings really didn't care for it. So here is 4 year old me, listening to Peter and the Wolf. When I was older, when I was able to read, I read stuff like the Hobbit, and stuff like that. Not what you'd call nonfiction, but still a great read. Looking back, I can't recall a lot of the books that I've read, and I need to form a list. I'm starting to have a lot of free time, and I'd love to sit and read for a spell. Who wouldn't?

I took a girl out a couple weeks ago who didn't learn to read til she was around 16 years old. That is unnerving. Perplexing. Mindbottling. You know, like putting your mind, in a bottle. My life was greatly influenced by the arts... by books, theatre, music... and to not be able to partake in any of that before I was sixteen?! Nope. Couldn't do it. Heck there are essays I remember that I wrote when I was thirteen that changed my entire confidence level. Writing is important in my life.

I will not lie when I say that I think sadly, that I'm in a very scary part of my writing. Its in its infancy. No, it's even before that, I have to create something whole before I can say that it's my mental baby. Something that I can hand to someone and say, I wrote this, and take pride in it. Not an assignment, but something that I had just written on my own, and worth something. My professor talks of writing or ideas as your mental baby, and ain't nobody wanna hear that their baby is ugly. Hmph.

First Day of School

Today was the first day of school....!!! I love school. It's probably one of my favorite things in life. The atmosphere, the ambience, the learning, the teaching; I love it all. The first day of school is something to be cherished. Remembered. And I think that I quite possibly was more excited for this day than Christmas. Although Christmas was all well and good, very cute with my two nephews and niece... I think my inner child got a little pissed considering that I hadn't really gotten anything worthwhile. Necessities? Yes. Fun? No. So the first day of school was something that I was waiting for with avid anticipation. And I don't think that it was for nothing either. I woke up about two hours before I usually do, very different from my usual running a little behind, and miraculously getting to school on time. Because that happens. A lot. No, today I woke up, and I was alert and ready to go.

Some of my friends thought that there was something wrong with me because I kept smiling my cheshire cat smile. They thought that I:

A. just kissed a girl.

2. have a girlfriend.

D. I had lost all concept of rational thought.

Indeed; Julie thought that I had completely went bonkers. I guess my usual look of pensive thought has been misconstrued as either a sickness to my stomach, or generalized grumpiness. To tell the truth, I don't think that I am a terribly negative person. I just look the part.

One of my best friends Jessy almost destroyed a boy in our Scriptwriting class with the sheer power of thought. If he had said one more thing that would have qualified any of us to hear his voice again, he might have possibly burst into flames for the simple fact that everyone was thinking the same thought so close in proximity.

The next class could possibly be my most interesting.... I'm taking Japanese. Why Japanese do you ask? I have always thought that I've had a gift for languages. If not the talent of speaking them, at least understanding them is in my repertoire. I almost became an Ancient Languages Major if I had ever went to University of Utah. Also, Japanese is one of the most difficult languages right? Everybody likes a challenge, right?

I think that this semester is going to be an excellent semester. Although I need a job, I do not think that it is going to be a problem. As long as I'm faithful... the Lord will provide, right?

That's what I thought.

A taste of things to come

I've decided that now, the 2nd of January would be the ideal time for me to start writing a blog. I've been wanting to for quite some time now, but haven't the technological know how to do so. I've also been told that I come from the completely wrong time period, also adding to the fact for my lack of technological savviness. I want to be a playwright. And have a strong affinity for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I know this is short. But heck, had to start somewhere.

Cheers!