Today, something exciting happened to me. Well, technically it was yesterday, but today was the day it actually happened. My dear friend Ben is the manager at a little tea shop on NW 23rd called Tea Chai Te (lovingly referred to be me and the missus as Karate Tea); the tea is delicious, and the space is super cute. Anyway, he called me yesterday to tell me that the artist scheduled to be showing their artwork for the month of July bailed, and would i like to take their place, could i do it...oh...tomorrow?
CAN I?
Yes. The answer is always Yes.
So today i packed up all the art i wanted to bring in, some of which i like more than others, but there is still not enough, so Ben is going to come and get me and some more of my stuff some time this week. I am stoked. This is a very exciting thing for me, and i am very happy about it.
All in all, i count this a successful day!

(The painting pictured is entitled Charles John Thompson III, because it looks eerily like my friend CJ which was a complete accident.)

I Wish!

I wish i had more interesting things to write about, so i felt like i could write more often. I guess that is kind of the point of blogs though, right? Like a sort of diary that anyone can search for?
Right now i am drinking tea and sitting at a table, thinking about smoking a cigarette, and i wish it were summer outside since, i dunno, IT'S THE SUMMER SOLSTICE? I know everyone here has been complaining about the weather and it gets really annoying, but it is really annoying that the sun has decided to skip out.
I was just doing some online window shopping and i wish i could buy all the clothes and shoes and purses and sweaters i ever wanted. I think i have a little bit of a problem, but at least i know, right? Knowing is the first step, right? *sigh*
I also wish i knew where i stand with some people. I am never sure.
I wish a lot of things all the time.
Lately, i have been listening to showtunes, partially because they are really fun to sing along to, and partially because it keeps me reminded of where i want to go, and where i want to be in the world, and who i want to play, even if i have to sell a kidney to get there. I have recently realized that i am going to be one of those people who is married to their job, with the profession i fallen in love with. It's weird to be in love with a thing, but here i am. I am okay with it though. I am already so committed that i feel a little bit married, but not all the way yet. I think that will come when i am done with school.
Also, i sometimes wish i had not fallen in love with theater, because it is competitive and people laugh at me, and also, i a lot of the time wish i could be covered in tattoos.
Wishing is all very well and good, and everyone needs something to dream about, but i know that i have to live today, and not tomorrow, because tomorrow, it will be today.

Finals Week.

I had my make-up final today. It was so much fun, i dont even know what to do with myself. We had to de a character study of Calaban or Ariel from The Tempest by Billy Shakespeare, Puck from A Midsummer's Night Dream by the same gentleman, and Azlan or the White Witch from The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. we had to pick a color palate, and we had to use latex, putty, or hair in some form. i picked green, brown, a little red and neutral, putty, and Puck. (The guy in the photo with me picked Azlan.) It was without a doubt the most fun i have ever had on a final.
Here are some other things i did for this class (the most fun ones, anyway.)



*Sigh*
And now to go study for my other final. I guess they all can't be that fun.

Phawk.

Dear Blog,
i am SO busy. i don't even know how to handle it. i feel like sleeping forever and just watching movies and crying. i don't know what the feeling is. It's like depression, but i have too many commitments to have time to be depressed.
And with that, i have to go work on my resume for an internship and meet with a friend about being my partner for an acting competition and go to class, all in 20 minutes.
Over and out.

Dreams Really Do Come True.

My friend came into town for a week, and it had been almost a year since i had last seen her, so i was really looking forward to it. She was with another friend, who's boyfriend works at a local, cheap, funky theater that does the Rocky Horror Picture Shows on Saturdays at midnight. He (apparently) invites some of his friends and their friends to come and see free random movies on Monday nights, and hang out and drink and eat popcorn and have a good time. My friend told me this was happening and invited me to come along, and not knowing what to expect, i came along. In the theater he took a vote, and the majority of tipsy, hipster kids screamed the loudest for The Lost Boys, and 80's teen vampire move that was AMAZING.
Now, it has ALWAYS been my dream, even before i smoked, to smoke in a movie theater. And guess what. I DID. it was fantastic and everything i wanted it to be. I also ran into some other friends enjoying the amazing hair that came out of this movie.
All in all, it was an amazing evening, worthy of a post, and it was so lovely to see my friend.

Monkey Business.

I am in a Stage Make-up class at PCC Sylvania right now, taught by this lady names Diane Trapp, who is crazy and crazy talented. we have covered aging, Kabuki, mood, bones, muscles, and basic make-up. This last week we did animals. It was SO FUN. I play a monkey in one of the ones acts, and so, naturally, i wanted to be a monkey. I spent the majority of the time bouncing around making chimp noises, entertaining one of my neighbors, and i think pissing off the other, but i had a blast. Being a monkey is really fun, and comes a little naturally to me. I like it.

Philip Glass has boy hair #2

i am ready.

Contrive, 137 points.

I have been playing scrabble. I LOVE scrabble. I have also been playing boggle. i LOVE boggle. word games are ridiculously fun, and even though they made me feel stupid when i first start to play them, when i got better, even just a little better, i felt smarter, accomplished, even though i am only average. I feel especially intelligent (and a little douchy, since word games have more to do with vocabulary and awareness than intelligence) when i play with someone who has never played, and they are really bad. This may be terrible, but you all know what I'm saying. And then i can tell them, with an air of offhand condescension mixed with a slight feeling of superiority and impatience that is so popular these days, "Don't worry, it gets easier. Trust me. I know."

Philip Glass has boy hair.

I am in a play at Portland Community College right now called All In The Timing, by David Ives. It is six one acts in one long play, all of which are very funny, and very strange. I play a monkey named [John] Milton, and Philip Glass, who buys a loaf of bread. We open very soon, next thursday, actually, and i was going to have to wear a wig for Philip Glass, since he is a man and i... well, i am not. But: i really dislike wigs. They're itchy and hot, and if i don't have to wear one, i don't want to. Because, you see, i have a very fast change from being Milton the Monkey to being Philip Glass, so i would have to wear the wig under the monkey hat they are making us monkeys wear, and then keep the wig intact when i remove the monkey hat. Not something i am interested in.
So, to make a long story not-so-short, i am getting my hair cut on Sunday. And it is going to be short.

Confession #1:

Most of the time, i wish i were a country singer. Or was on the way to becoming a country singer. And not just a plain old girl with a guitar at an open mic night on a small stage, but a real country singer STAR, like Dolly Parton, or Carrie Underwood, or Patsy Cline. When the longing for a thick, southern accent hits me hard, i listen to a playlist on my iTunes entitled "Yer Bad Fer Me" for a few weeks, until the nearly unmanageable urge lessens to a small tickle in my scattered brain.
*sigh*
The urge has not yet subsided, and so i am currently listening to three women singing about two women who say goodbye to a man named Earl.

Plain Jane tries to be not-so-plain, and succeeds. Terribly.

There is this girl that i know. I go to school with her. She looks like her name is Jane, Mary, Therese. It isn't. She is tall, and classically pretty, i guess, and has some really cute clothes. I don't know that i would every wear them, but they are cute.

Except, the way that she puts them together is very strange to me.

Today: A brown blouse with multicolored triangles, which i like very much, and could maybe be cute with her (slightly tacky) purple coat with gathered sleeves and a bow on the collar, and even maybe with her black capris (thought not together, like she is wearing them today), but i do not really understand the faded salmon zip-up hoodie with the cute, sweet flower print paired with red and white striped Toms (which i think are normally really cute, when worn with the right clothes) and a large, black thing that i'm pretty sure is supposed to be a flower in her hair. I am always perplexed by people who have good wardrobes but have no idea how to put together an outfit that is cute.

Maybe next time it will be better. I can only hope, for the sake of a piece of my sanity.