The worst of it...
...has passed, I think. Hopefully, and (I can rightfully say this) finally. For school stuff, I mean. There's only one full week of school left, which is right after this weekend. And then two additional days of classes, but those are really nothing. And with all papers and assignments behind me, all I need to worry about for school is performance related stuff. Which is my ballgame, if you catch my drift.
I'm back at the Phoenix tonight, but probably just for tonight until Zak, my regular co-host for karaoke, finds himself a source of income. While his job at the Couche-Tard was compromised due to it undergoing renovations, I've let him take over the post at the Phoenix, yeah? Well I asked him if I could host for tonight. For two reasons; Norm and Heidi.
Norm is one of my best and oldest friends. When I started Scouts when I was twelve, he was one of the leaders (being nineteen at the time). He was a big influence in my life during my younger years. Well he turned twenty-five this week, and it's his birthday celebration tonight. Dinner then Phoenix.
Heidi is one of my newer friends. She (and the rest of the Cagrain Kids) is someone I met this semester at school, and someone I sort of see everyday (same with everyone else). Well it's her eighteenth birthday tonight and she's decided to come out to the Phoenix for her birthday celebration tonight. So that's two groups of my closest friends (in the city, anyway) coming out to the Phoenix tonight. It's going to be a lot of fun!
And now, some news on a loss. Wally, my trusted iPod Video (5th gen, I think)(and yes, I do name my electronics) was lost last week when I went out with friends. He was old, beaten, and even broken, but he still worked hard and offered me entertainment on trips. Be it to school, or to the capital, he was a pivital part of my daily routines. So rest in peace Wally, wherever you may be.
But fear not; there's a new addition to the family; Artemis. A brand spankin' new iPod Nano(-chromatic), and she's yellow (but like thunderbolt yellow). If I shake her, she'll shuffle and skip to the next song. If I rotate her, I'll see the album art (which I need to download some of). And I realize that this paragraph is sort of full of rather suggestive lines, but hey, get your mind out of the gutter!
With school behind me (practically, at least), and a long winter break ahead of me (along with a good night in my face), I can relax. And have fun. This winter, hopefully, I'll be going places. Probably Ottawa to see friends, Toronto to see friends and family, and maybe someplace new too, if I can afford it/find the time!
So this is life. And it's looking up.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
What A Twist!
As we reach the halfway point of November, I realize that it's been a freaking long time since I had a good and proper post. I need to bring you up to speed. But because I already have so much momentum, there's a lot of space you need to catch up on. The bowtie was only the beginning.
So my uber bad streak came to an end. Took some effort, and not just on my part, but there hasn't been bad things in a while. A little while, granted, but even so. The fact is that it's ended, and that I've started to recover.
The superhero plays are still canceled, but I quickly shimmied together a new piece, which is titled David Kovalev. The story of a family that has twelve children, all who are named David (yes, even the girls). When I wrote it, I knew I had very little time to write it in (as it was to replace Splash Page and Cover Art), and that I had to write it for fourteen people. When I had the finished product in front of me, I wasn't too happy with the results. But when I brought in the script and we did a read-through with the cast, it came together. It came together and worked in every way that I could have hoped. Even with the confusion of who was playing which David (and subsequently whose lines were whose), we had fun with the reading. I'm looking forward to our tech/dress rehearsal next week, when we get an even better feel for it.
I've made up with one of the friends I was having troubles with. Paws. He wasn't one of the ex friends who was saying slanderous remarks about me. He's my best friend, and has been for years. But a couple weekends ago, we fought. Physically. I didn't know why, it just happened. But we've made up, and we've both apologized to one another for the damage we caused. Heck, we even joked/commented about how I managed to land a good blow or two (which doesn't happen often unless it's stage combat). But I'm really glad that we've made up. It helps a lot. We're not exactly what we were before, but we're talking again and trying to arrange to hang out sometime.
School... I think I've managed to turn it around completely. I have a shot at this, and I'm working really hard to make sure I don't miss. So hard that I dedicated this evening to writing a paper that I only need half the rough draft for for monday. So hard that tomorrow I'm doing nothing but working on a scene for acting class, and sunday I'm in the ceramic arts studio to catch up. And with the new play, I think I've covered all of my bases. Now I just need to succeed with all this hard work.
Work. Still nothing there. But I'm always looking, and always applying. A friend of mine who is a DJ is going to try to help me with some clubs and bars downtown, since I have my certificate and all. I'd love to have a job to start saving up money. For what, you might ask. Well, like any other teenager/young adult, I'm thinking about moving out of the home. To where? That depends on school goes. I could just be moving into an apartment with friends and/or classmates, or I could be leaving the city entirely.
I got into a singing show that I auditioned for a couple weeks ago. No, it's not the broadway choir that my friend Adam's in (I'm still going to try for that though). It's something a lot smaller, and done somewhat less professionally, but it has the same concept; a bunch of songs from a bunch of musicals, and we sing. I'm part of the ensemble for all the pieces that aren't solos, but I also have a couple solos myself (including Schroeder in "My New Philosophy" from You're A Good Man Charlie Brown and the speaking solo in "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" (Monty Python folks)). Rehearsals are on sunday evenings, and we've had one so far. My second one isn't this weekend though, because I get this weekend off... rehearsal wise.
That should cover most things. I know I didn't touch base on everything, but I did that somewhat intentionally. There are a couple things I'd rather not address here just yet. Nothing against you, it's just me, y'know?
So my uber bad streak came to an end. Took some effort, and not just on my part, but there hasn't been bad things in a while. A little while, granted, but even so. The fact is that it's ended, and that I've started to recover.
The superhero plays are still canceled, but I quickly shimmied together a new piece, which is titled David Kovalev. The story of a family that has twelve children, all who are named David (yes, even the girls). When I wrote it, I knew I had very little time to write it in (as it was to replace Splash Page and Cover Art), and that I had to write it for fourteen people. When I had the finished product in front of me, I wasn't too happy with the results. But when I brought in the script and we did a read-through with the cast, it came together. It came together and worked in every way that I could have hoped. Even with the confusion of who was playing which David (and subsequently whose lines were whose), we had fun with the reading. I'm looking forward to our tech/dress rehearsal next week, when we get an even better feel for it.
I've made up with one of the friends I was having troubles with. Paws. He wasn't one of the ex friends who was saying slanderous remarks about me. He's my best friend, and has been for years. But a couple weekends ago, we fought. Physically. I didn't know why, it just happened. But we've made up, and we've both apologized to one another for the damage we caused. Heck, we even joked/commented about how I managed to land a good blow or two (which doesn't happen often unless it's stage combat). But I'm really glad that we've made up. It helps a lot. We're not exactly what we were before, but we're talking again and trying to arrange to hang out sometime.
School... I think I've managed to turn it around completely. I have a shot at this, and I'm working really hard to make sure I don't miss. So hard that I dedicated this evening to writing a paper that I only need half the rough draft for for monday. So hard that tomorrow I'm doing nothing but working on a scene for acting class, and sunday I'm in the ceramic arts studio to catch up. And with the new play, I think I've covered all of my bases. Now I just need to succeed with all this hard work.
Work. Still nothing there. But I'm always looking, and always applying. A friend of mine who is a DJ is going to try to help me with some clubs and bars downtown, since I have my certificate and all. I'd love to have a job to start saving up money. For what, you might ask. Well, like any other teenager/young adult, I'm thinking about moving out of the home. To where? That depends on school goes. I could just be moving into an apartment with friends and/or classmates, or I could be leaving the city entirely.
I got into a singing show that I auditioned for a couple weeks ago. No, it's not the broadway choir that my friend Adam's in (I'm still going to try for that though). It's something a lot smaller, and done somewhat less professionally, but it has the same concept; a bunch of songs from a bunch of musicals, and we sing. I'm part of the ensemble for all the pieces that aren't solos, but I also have a couple solos myself (including Schroeder in "My New Philosophy" from You're A Good Man Charlie Brown and the speaking solo in "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" (Monty Python folks)). Rehearsals are on sunday evenings, and we've had one so far. My second one isn't this weekend though, because I get this weekend off... rehearsal wise.
That should cover most things. I know I didn't touch base on everything, but I did that somewhat intentionally. There are a couple things I'd rather not address here just yet. Nothing against you, it's just me, y'know?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
This Week
The Good: I used to think there was at least a little good left in this week (so far), but I was wrong. So far, there's nothing good.
The Bad: A hella lot more than usual. Like, a record-making amount. They say bad things happen in threes, but I think once you hit four, it must mean you're on some kind of roll. I'm definitely on a roll. Between physical, mental, and emotional beatings, as well as having to cancel plays, learning that some (ex) friends of mine have been saying extremely slanderous remarks about me (ex friends as in they're ex friends now, but they weren't when I first learned about the ordeal), and the equivalency of being dumped by a girl that I believe I couldn't be crazier about... by now you should realize how shitty a position I'm in. I don't think words can really capture how I feel right now.
Stupid thing is that I only really needed one major good thing to turn it all around. Just one. To turn the wave of negative energy and emotions into a tsunami of positive reinforcement and turn my life around. Just one good thing, like being told that I could go for another visit next week or weekend or the week after... like I did this past weekend... and instead I got shut down.
To have an idea of how I'm feeling physically, it's building up to what happened a couple weeks ago, but then add in physically beaten to the mix. To have an idea of how I feel emotionally... a heckuva lot worse.
Don't be surprised if you don't hear from me for a little while. With luck, it'll be a magnificent post about how things have gotten a million times better and about how life holds nothing but good, if not great, things from now until the end, and about how I'm happily with some incredible woman, be it someone I know or someone I don't yet know (although I know exactly who I'd want that woman to be if you asked me right now). But yes, with luck, it'll be that...
Only five words are helping at all, and it's only a slim shade of a glimmer of hope, but it's all I have so it makes the world of difference. Five words that I said on Saturday, which was the last truly good day I had.
"...then I'll be thirty-one."
And that, right there, says everything in the world.
The Bad: A hella lot more than usual. Like, a record-making amount. They say bad things happen in threes, but I think once you hit four, it must mean you're on some kind of roll. I'm definitely on a roll. Between physical, mental, and emotional beatings, as well as having to cancel plays, learning that some (ex) friends of mine have been saying extremely slanderous remarks about me (ex friends as in they're ex friends now, but they weren't when I first learned about the ordeal), and the equivalency of being dumped by a girl that I believe I couldn't be crazier about... by now you should realize how shitty a position I'm in. I don't think words can really capture how I feel right now.
Stupid thing is that I only really needed one major good thing to turn it all around. Just one. To turn the wave of negative energy and emotions into a tsunami of positive reinforcement and turn my life around. Just one good thing, like being told that I could go for another visit next week or weekend or the week after... like I did this past weekend... and instead I got shut down.
To have an idea of how I'm feeling physically, it's building up to what happened a couple weeks ago, but then add in physically beaten to the mix. To have an idea of how I feel emotionally... a heckuva lot worse.
Don't be surprised if you don't hear from me for a little while. With luck, it'll be a magnificent post about how things have gotten a million times better and about how life holds nothing but good, if not great, things from now until the end, and about how I'm happily with some incredible woman, be it someone I know or someone I don't yet know (although I know exactly who I'd want that woman to be if you asked me right now). But yes, with luck, it'll be that...
Only five words are helping at all, and it's only a slim shade of a glimmer of hope, but it's all I have so it makes the world of difference. Five words that I said on Saturday, which was the last truly good day I had.
"...then I'll be thirty-one."
And that, right there, says everything in the world.
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