Sunday, September 29, 2013

I've Moved!

For those of you still interested in my life, I've shifted over to a new blog in hopes of actually posting somewhat consistently.  You can find me at!

Thursday, September 26, 2013

I'm a dirty filthy Liar


I keep thinking about how much I need to post but it's only second week and I'm in way over my head.  I HAVE A TEST NEXT WEDNESDAY! It's all too much, but i'm 70% sure I'll be blogging sometime really late tomorrow night- I'm helping do a 24 hour play fest; I'm producing, therefore will not be getting any sleeping done.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Too much clowning in the pants.

I promise I'm still alive and loving every second of this trip, which is why I'll be telling you about it when it's all over. Don't worry, I've been keeping a journal- so it will still be pretty good stuff (I hope.) 

In the meantime, chill out. 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Sitting in the Terminal


It's finally here. My trip to Costa Rica. I'm through security and baggage (luckily they let my bag come as carry on. It's a little heavy, but I don't want to worry about it). I'm definitely more calm than I e been about this entire trip. Getting my tickets and keeping my bag as a carry on was the worst. And packing. I was worried if forget something or pack too much, but I think I've got it all figured out. 
Now I'm just worried about the Spanish. It's been so long since I've spoken/understood it. And everyone's speaking it. I'll be alright though, I think I'm good enough to get by. I jut hope I catch my transfer in Panama. 

Monday, August 12, 2013

One day Fringing

I finally got to use my free tickets from the volunteering I did last week, and I think I used them well.  For the most part.  I saw to one-man shows and a beautiful piece that got the encore spot at the Music Box (where I worked last Tuesday).  I saw this one weird one man cowboy show with a complete lack of clarity or storyline.  It was the oddest piece of theater I think I've ever seen, but I think a fringe experience isn't complete without a completely terrible show.  Even so, the last show I saw completely made up for it.  The last show was a great combination of movement, music, innovation and story line.  The story revolved around a grandfather, which made me think about my own past Grandfather.  I've been thinking about him quite a lot recently, and seeing this story unfold brought me back to many of the memories I've been thinking about lately.  He was such a magnificent man and shared so many wonderful stories and moments with me.  I'm still adjusting to the idea of being in Texas this christmas, instead of Elmhurst is a very large adjustment, but I am beginning to look forward to the change, as I will get to spend time with the other side of the family for a while and creating new memories.

On the note of memories, and the making thereof, a good friend of mine just created a blog!  Portia is pretty cool and we do tons of random stuff together- we're rooming together next year, so it's only bound to get crazier!

Friday, August 9, 2013

Reading by the light of the bathroom

So here's a nice view of my Friday night. Me attempting to read hamlet (for the third time. And failing, again. This time I'm blaming the footnotes, they don't even have numbers and its extremely irritating). You see, I work on weekends. Usually I don't mind too much because I do so many things during the week, but it really takes away from the time I can spend with friends. And Matt actually texted me today asking if I was free, and I haven't seen him all week! I got excited until I remembered that I was at work. And I also haven't been able to go up to the trailer with Linda at all this summer, which would be loads of fun. 

Ugh, I just realized that I'm complaining that I have a job. That's not ok I'm going to stop. 

Thoughts from the other night

I want to take a picture of this moment.  Not just a visual picture, but an image conveying the entire feeling and subtext of the moment.  I know it would never convey everything completely.  The moonlight streaming into my basement window of my aunts house at the start of my new found motivation.  Listening to an old song that makes me think of creativity and unity while sinking into my last cup of sleepytime peach tea, verifying a new lifelong routine.  My sister sleeping peacefully beside me while the possibilities of Ikea and scholarship applications and Target shopping sprees weigh on my chest.  The immeasurable combinations of  thoughts and ideas that could result. Still the moonlight glows through the sheer curtains and I feel peaceful for the first time all day.