Is It Yesterday Yet?

Spent my Saturday morning at the library....  This library to be precise.

 Only - with color.

I honestly felt like the only person in the world.  I love the smell of McIntyre Library.  To be quite frank, it sometimes makes me sneeze, but the musty smell of books and old carpets is just heaven.  I love walking through the aisles and looking up on each side of me at the books I can't even reach.  And then, when I have finally found the sections of call numbers that I'm looking for, I can just grab books off the shelf willy-nilly and find everything I've ever wanted.

The Tempest.  That's what I got to spend my time researching.  And research, in it's preliminary stages, is just fantastic.  I love flipping through books and making stacks around myself so that no matter how hard anyone tries, they would not be able to get around me.  Not of course, that anyone has ever tried - like I said, Saturday mornings on the fourth floor of the library is like living on Mars.

Then I missed the most beautiful day we've had all month because I was stuck inside watching movies.  Okay, that might sound like a good thing until I say it was four hours and forty five minutes of horror movies.  Still sound like a good thing?  Yeah.  I know, so it probably would have been a good thing.  But I was freaking out internally about the research situation and then I had to work by 5:30 and then the day was gone because of daylight savings.  I miss the sun.

I've been thinking about mashed potatoes a lot recently.  Do you think that maybe my mind is on Thanksgiving?  Well it's not.  It's on mashed potatoes.  Home is awesome too... but somehow those creamy, steamy, lovely mashed potatoes make me want to diet all week and eat mashed potatoes all day  Thursday.  I could pretty much skip everything else.  Just mashed potatoes.

And maybe some pie.

And of course my fuzzy fix.  The stupid dude below.

This monster is mine!

Life, Love, and Washing Dishes

There is absolutely NOTHING better than cake, fresh out of the oven, for dinner.

Except perhaps being sore from an excellent dance audition 10 hours earlier.

Still obsessed with this song.  Whenever I hear it, I turn it up and sing it really really loudly.  Please, click and listen and share in my joy!

I'm sidetracked easily.

The reason I started writing today was to complain about all of the nonsense in my life.  But I don't want to complain because that's just negative reinforcement.  So instead, let's talk about the good.  I already mentioned cake and the wonderful feeling of sore muscles - and no that's not sarcasm.  But there's also philosophical conversations with roommates about life, love, and washing dishes.

And then there's the show.

How I Learned to Drive.  It's draining, but fantastic.  I'm losing my mind, I'm behind in school work, and I'm living in a disaster of a room, but I'm loving it.  The show is dark.  It's hilarious.  It's so incredibly thought provoking that each night that I'm lucky enough to have my car, I drive home the few short blocks and wish I was driving a hundred miles more.  Instead I sit in the dark and let whatever song happens to be on play out and watch the minutes turn over on the dashboard clock.  I think about the way love functions in the play.  I think about how love functions in my life.  I think about how much I hate people.  And how much I need them.  I think about how I wish I could write something with meaning.  I think about how I want to change the world.  I think about coffee.  And I think about my mother.  I think about how easy it would be to just start up the car and drive the 14 hours to Rolla.  I think about how much pain there is in the world.  I think about how often I waste my time and energy.  I think about a time when I'll love someone so much that my soul will break when they're gone.  I think about cooking and candles and how to make decisions.  I think about how good it would feel to cry.  I think about how that seems to be universal.  And I think about how to move forward.

I think that's all I have to say right now.

Sailing, Sailing...

EARTH:  I've fallen off the face of it.

Here's why:

I MADE CALLBACKS!

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I FREAKING MADE IT INTO THE SHOOOOOW!!!!

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I FREAKING JUST TURNED 21!!!

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FREAKING FREAKITY FREAK!  aka I GOT TO SEE MY MOMMY!!!

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OPERA AUDITIONS + ME = CALLBACKS!

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I MADE IT INTO THE OPERA!!! (with a baby part  :)!!!)

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So.  Tired.

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My room is a disaster.  What does that say about my head?

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That giant project is due when?  I have to be off book by when?  Oh the same time.  Perfect.

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Huh?

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ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

This is how I feel.  Now, if only I looked as awesome...

PS.  That "do to" list?  Yeah I can put a lovely check mark next to each of those.