All Eyes on Me

Today's entry will be exceedingly random observations and comments.

My hair is longer than it's been in a long time. Next haircut, I will have to ask for a few inches off to keep things from becoming flat.

I have a sick fondness for making Mario and Peach fight each other in Smash Brothers because I can make trailer trash domestic abuse jokes. It's made even more awesome when Peach hits him with her frying pan. :-) Looking forward to doing the same with Link and Zelda.

My mom and I horseback rode today, her on Braveheart and me on Kincaid. It was very nice. Kincaid is always pretty messed up when I come back after a long time, but by now I'm used to it.

I love these little glass Coke bottles. They're more fun to drink from than the regular cans, and they're a significantly smaller serving of Coke without seeming to be. 

We're having yellowtail for dinner tonight. Maybe I'll have one more thing to add to my limited but growing cooking repetoire. I probably won't make it on my own much, it's awfully expensive, but I'm eager to learn more dishes. 

It's bizarre how bright it still is outside. I'm not yet used to the longer days since the season changed, but I like it.

I felt like i had more when I sat down to write this, but I guess that's all for now.

Well, it's too short. Not mega-short, but shorter than it's ever been in my life. No good pic yet, but once I have one I'll post it. I'm not crazy about it. Though feedback has been uniformly positive.

And, well... he said it looked pretty.

And I choose to believe he meant it.

What a week I had. Lots of ups and downs, but it all came out okay.

I spent the night of Oliver dance auditions upset over something stupid, and was upset with myself for being upset over it. I didn't make it into Oliver, and none of my friends got the roles they deserved. I got a grip on my lame-ass self over the stupid thing, and I'm not broken up about not getting into Oliver. I'm not the kind of person who feels sorry for herself; I firmly believe you're as happy as you choose to be. I do wish however that my friends had been better-dealt-with. You all earned those roles, and would have played the hell out of them. 

The only thing I was really a little depressed over was that nobody to whom I told my new story idea reacted the way I wanted them to. I wanted to elicit a feeling of "That's sad," and all I got was a chorus of "That's gross." And well, yeah, it is, but that's a given; I thought it was a good, affecting plot device. But it seems everybody else just think it's first and foremost yucky. That makes me sad, like maybe my idea is just gross. I mean, hey... I thought it was good.

But there was good stuff this week too. I went to see Mr. Kleintop on Monday, and we had a wonderful conversation. We didn't talk about anything in particular, we just talked. Almost like, well... like we were friends. And for once I didn't worry over whether I was boring the person I was talking to; he was so interested, and interesting. I love how every single time I come to see him, he tells me to come again, often and soon. I can't explain why, but it's so important to me that he likes me, that he thinks well on me. And he does, I really think he does. All the times I was bummed this week, I would think of that, and I'd start to feel better.

And coolest of all, Mr. Moll is letting me direct a one-scene Shakespeare we can take to competition! I'm so excited! I won't actually get to attend the competition, because it's on the same day as the children's show, but that's okay, this will be an awesome opportunity. Ally and Ryan, you're in. No excuses. You're gonna do this for me; I need you. I may not be in Oliver, but who cares when I have this? Just goes to show, every time God closes a door, He opens a window. And that I have no right to let myself be sad.

And at the moment, I'm admiring my hair. Fresh-washed, clean and shining, soft and perfect and beautiful as a river of chocolate-dark silk. Ah, but I have gorgeous hair.

Life isn't bad. It really isn't.