Let's Take Inventory!

I'm sitting here at my computer, thinking about all the things I have to do today.

Right now, I'm going over the inventory sheets I was tasked with making for le bisou (my bar), making sure I've got everything. I was just on the phone with my boss, Dutch, and he said he's going to text me a list so that I can confirm the list I had made. I find it interesting that I've only been an employee for a month, and I'm already being trusted with a task as important as making the inventory sheets that will be used from here on out for the resto-bar (or at least until I make an updated version based on stock).

Later, I have to get to my grandmother's house to help with some yardwork that I promised I would do. Not a promise I regret making, nor a task I'd have a bad time doing. The sole annoyance lies in the fact that I need to get to Lachine with a large electric hedge trimmer somehow, and I don't know if I'd be allowed on the bus with such a piece of equipment (let alone two busses, as it takes to get there). And it does add some time constraint to my schedule for the day.

After that, I need to head further east into the downtown area. To go to work. We won't be open tonight, but we are doing a large clean-up (most of the staff and such) of the whole place, top to bottom. I'm hoping to be able to reorganize the cellar a little bit (where we lock up all our booze when we're not open), for the sake of efficiency.

With these three things, my day seems to be full.

Everything

Everything changes. The natural course of life involves such change, no? Now, I don't know much about everything, but I can tell you that a lot has changed in the course of my life in the recent times. Some changes are big, others are small, and some are just... are just changes, I suppose.

I'm nineteen now. My birthday came and passed. Not a whole lot of people remembered, but hey, I'm not complaining. Heck, I wasn't expecting anyone to remember. And no, this isn't me saying "oof, no one's going to remember, this sucks," this is me saying "hey, it's nice if you remembered, but it's not a big deal if you don't!" I didn't expect nineteen to feel any different than eighteen, but somehow, I feel something's different. I don't know what (sorry), but there's something there.

Theatre... I have decided to switch out of the theatre program. A decision that did not come lightly. It's the one thing I had been gearing my life towards for the last seven or eight years. But doing it in college, in school, has started to lose it's thrill. And I feel that if I did continue it, it'd lose it's thrill entirely. And I don't want that to happen. So I applied for a change of program... into Media Arts. Primarily for Film Production and Photography. These things have always been of some interest to me, and so I thought I'd go for it! I'm super excited to try my hand at these things, and learn more about it. As for theatre and such things; I can continue to pursue that on my own, outside of school.

I am no longer unemployed. I bartend now, actually. At Le Bisou, the restaurant/bar that belongs to my sister's boyfriend. Downtown too, in the Plateau of all places (this area tends to get quite busy as the weather warms up). I've done a handful of nights so far, and have made some pretty decent money too. I love the job. The second I got behind the bar, I felt as if everything that followed was natural instinct/ability. The mixing of drinks, making up recipes, interacting with my coworkers and customers... it's a lot of fun. Or I find it is, anyway.

School's over now, and summer vacation is in full swing. I plan on working as much as I can, saving up, and enjoying the time off to the best of my ability. Not let things get me down, y'know? Y'know. And that starts tonight, with a trip to The Pound (which I haven't been to in ages, heh.)

It was...

...delicious.

Metabolism

I haven't been eating much lately. Sure, I still eat "a lot" (to me), but apparently to everyone else, I'm not "eating enough." But it's fine. When I eat, I eat a lot and I eat pretty healthily. And I'm in the best shape I've ever been in. I know I might've said that at some point in the past, but even moreso now. I was happy with my shape last summer, but now I like it even more now.

But this isn't about my diet or lifestyle of exercise. It's about heaven on earth. A microwavable deep dish frozen pizza from M&M's. And I just nuked one, about to try it for the first time. And it looks SO good.

I just smiled big.

I don't know what it is. I don't know what did it. But I seriously just smiled. All of a sudden. No particular reason. A feeling of happiness just washed over me. It's nice. I'm enjoying it. But I do have one note for it; I think I'd be able to fully appreciate it if I knew what it was that made me smile big all of a sudden...

...but hey, I'm smiling anyway. Heh.

Slack

So I haven't been the most attentive blogger in the world. In all honesty, I haven't been in much mood for writing the past couple weeks. Be it fiction or non-fiction. My fourth book was "on hold" for a really long time due to this writer's block. But it wasn't just writer's block; it was affecting my creative flow as a whole. If my creativity were a river, it was as if someone installed a dam. And damn did it suck.

Recently, however, that dam broke. Entirely. I came up with a lot of plot ideas and characters and the next several chapters for my fourth book. My creative thought process has returned to my in-class activities, which helps me rethink and redo certain choreography in class to help improve them.

The few weeks while I had that block though... it was rough. It stressed me out, quite a bit. Made me worry about classes and such. It's nice having the block gone though. I can relax again.

Things can get back into motion.

Nay; The Tale

In Nay; An Intro, I wrote that I had a good day. "Actually; nay. It was a great day." This is the tale of that very day, but first it requires some explanation.

In Theatre, in place of midterm written exams, we get interviews with any of our teachers (within the program) that request it. For Carol (Movement/Creation) and Rob (Acting), this happens without question (Terry being the only exception currently, but I know he'll do it for end of semester). Within these interviews, we're told where our strengths lie, what our weaknesses seem to be, and whether or not we need to be concerned about our performance in class.

And now, the Tale itself.

Fridays, for me at school, normally go like this: Theatre Creation class, Voice class, then Acting class. This particular friday, however, was different. Carol was still doing interviews, so in place of Creation class, we had the open studio; we could work on anything we liked, as long as it was Theatre related. I got to work with Katherine, who's my scene partner for an upcoming "Scene Study" in Acting class. We got a lot of progress, which made the beginning of this day excellent.

In Voice class, we're doing work with poetry. I had brought in my poem, and was ready to read. While I didn't get to read it, I did have a blast in this class none the less; as a warm up, we danced and sung and opened up our bodies and voices. And then we all sat down with Terry, as we always did, and we talked. We just talked. This voice class not only lived up to the excellent start of the day, but it helped make it all that much better.

Acting class was cancelled, but because Rob was doing his interviews. I had an hour and a quarter to kill before my interview. I was nervous, and anxious, and worried. But at the same time, I was confident. Partially because of how good my day was so far, and partially because I knew I was improving since last semester.

But before my interview, with the time to kill, I spent forty-five minutes with my classmate Gillian. We were listening to our iPods, trying to come up with a list of potential songs for an upcoming "Movement Piece" project. It was really nice, because it was relaxing, and extremely stress-free in the sense that "this is a project that isn't due for at least another three or four weeks and we're already working hard on it so i won't have to worry about it later."

Now the interview with Rob itself. The big number.

It could not have gone better in my mind. We just talked. Some personal, "what's going on at home" stuff, my work over the semester so far and upcoming projects. I had improved since last semester, and said improvement will continue with all the stuff coming up that I'm getting a good head start on!

After the interview, I was obligation and class free for the rest of the day. I stayed at school for a while, hanging out with some people I see everyday (and love seeing), and some people I don't often see. Even taught some kids how to stop time (yes, that's right, "stop time").

So this was Nay; The Tale. It was the best day I had in a long time. And now, if there is ever a day where I question my theatrical abilities or my place at school, I can just think about Fri. March 13th 2009. And when I think about it, I'll remember how great things can be.