Live Passionately Tonight

Last night I watched live performances of Lady Gaga until 5 in the morning.
One of my favourites was her HBO Born This Way a capella.

It was a really good night.

These Things Do Happen To Us

A guy in my program died on Friday.
He drowned.
It was a freak accident, it was no one's fault.
The scary part about it all is that it could of happened to anyone.
And never has the theatre school been such a chilling atmosphere to be in.
You give a group of theatre kids something like this and you can count on the mental breakdowns.
But like they always say, the show must go on, right?

I'm sorry you had to go.  You were one of the nicest guys in this place.
You will be missed.

RIP Sarmad Iskandar <3

Audience of One

I just want an excuse to dress as a hipster.

I don't want to be one, I just want to dress like one.
I like the style,
to a certain extent.
And I just want to embrace it on my body without actually embracing the inner body feeling.
(see what I did there?)

Is that so wrong?

*Side note: Funny story, this guy that was in my group for my pop literature class (also probably one of the biggest hipsters Ryerson has to offer) just recently got a tattoo of a dog on his leg.  His reasoning
behind it?
"Hey guys! Check out my new tattoo! It symbolizes my everlasting love for puppies and how my personality mirrors my love"

...So... that's not your dog?

What Is This Feeling?

I have arrived back in Guelph tonight,
and for the first time ever, my house doesn't feel like my home.
It feels like I'm just, visiting.
Because I am "just visiting".
I was unpacking all my stuff, thinking about how in a week I'm going to have to pack it all back up again to go back home.
(At school I call my rez "home", but I have never called it that when I'm in Guelph.)

You would think that this would make me sad, but why should it?
Guelph will always be my home,
but now so is Toronto.
And when I'm in Toronto I feel older,
more independent.
Am I finally growing up?
If so, I love the feeling.
"These times are a changin" as Bob Dylan would say,
And I'm ready for it this time around.

"Goodbye until tomorrow, goodbye until the rest of my life! And I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you"   ~ Catherine, The Last Five Years

And All That Jazz

To Sum Up My Week

I miss singing. And dancing.

Being in a theatre school and seeing all the actors and dancers doing their thing and loving their lives...
sigh.
The worst is when you tell people you're in Theatre Production, and they reply with, "Oh, so you're an actress!"
*heart pains*
and you have to sheepishly reply, "Aha, oh, no.  I do the behind the scenes stuff, like lighting and set design and costumes, stuff like that."
(Which, don't get me wrong, is absolutely interesting and fun at times)

Last June, I won a scholarship and award for my broadway song and was put in the regional competition.
I'm curious as to how things would be different if I got the guts to audition for acting...

I love my program, don't get me wrong.  I just miss the other side to it.

And Now for Something Completely Different.

I need to go to the gym.

Don't mistaken me with some gym-aholic trying to become some super fit and healthy person,
but that's basically what I am.
I didn't go yesterday,
first mistake.
I'm antsy as hell.
I downloaded this app for my phone that has all these work out routines, I did one last week and it was worth it.
I'll just do one of those.

I apologize for venting.

What have I turned into?
I have so much drive.
I love it.

It's a White Oleander Kind of Day

Morning rain.
Body is sore,
trying out this new "gym" concept.
It's nice,
but I like it here
in my bed.
Gilbert looks over me,
protector of any dangerous  and nosey roomies *cough* trying to invade on my personal space.
I appreciate that, Gilbert.
Now,
back to page 102

Signing Up for FA Meetings. ASAP.

"First step is admitting you have a problem."

It's time to face it.
I have a Facebook addiction.
It took my friend complaining about how I comment on absolutely everything on my newsfeed to realize this.
I thought it was okay, others do the same, so why does it make it wrong for me? 

I was so mislead.
But it's okay, because I'm doing something about it!
My friend Olena has been forced to do the "Facebook Challenge" (is what I like to call it, since it really is quite the challenge).

The rules are as follows:

1. Only allowed to go on Facebook once a day up to 10 minutes.
2. When on Facebook, you may check notifications and messages, reply to them if mandatory
3. Only 1 comment and 1 like is allowed during this time period (*sharp pain in heart*)
4. NO CREEPING PEOPLE ON YOUR NEWSFEED (we all do it, let's get real)
5. Status updates only if it's about something interesting and that people would enjoy (not song lyrics, we get it you like that song that no one had ever heard of, snaps for you)
6. Delete Facebook App/ cancel Facebook notifications to phone

God, I feel like I'm trying to quit smoking. My leg is twitching.

I just have to keep reminding myself it's all for the best.

It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best. It's all for the best.  It's all for the best...

You Don't Meet Nice Girls in Coffee Shops

"Here in these deep city lights, girl could get lost tonight" ~ Sara Bareilles

New York City 2010