Entry V: 13/4/11

Hello world at large,

It's been a hectic week. We've been rushing to get to the school show which open tomorrow! I'm so excited! But Wait! "What is the show?" you may ask. It is none other than Victor Vialanella's rendition of Mary Shelley's most famous work. That's right: Frankenstein. =D What's more? I have a lead. Yes, my very ow bow, my first true lead. I'm so excited (again)!

Other than that, I'm doing so much better than I have been. I'm sleeping regularly again and the potential for new love is knocking on the door. I'm not rushing it; we'll see. I'm hopeful again though. I admit it scares me, but life is chances. I'm taking mine.

I'll stay in touch sweethearts. Farewell.

Hopefully happy, Sammie

Entry IV, 4/4/11

Dear random world at large,

Today was looong. Classes were fine. Managed to get some printing done in photography. Choir was stressful though. Dear God Mr. E was on edge. We only have three or four rehearsals until contest you see, and we recently had to make a switch in song line-up because we lost our violinist. He's going to NY for some arts thing. I'm happy for him, but otherwise feeling the pressure and fighting back a freak out. If we have to sing 'Aint a' That Good News,' we're screwed. The other pieces are coming together nicely except for the fact that the guy need to GET THEIR FREAKING GENDER PIECES MEMORIZED! ...Sorry.

Also, we're into tech rehearsals for Frankenstein. Anyone who does theatre know how that can be. It's been... interesting. The only upsides, less time to sulk and getting sh*t done. It'll get better...I hope.

Sincerely (and tiredly) yours, Sammie

Well...

Well, so much for daily posting. Eh, shit happens. Hello random readers (or reader as the case may be) of the world. I apologize for dropping the ball on posting. Picking it back up now I suppose.

So, what's new in my life? Heh. Got dumped for one. Hurts like all hell too. You see, I still have feelings for this person, though (s)he has no interest in me anymore. Isn't it lovely how the heart works? You pour nearly two years of love and affection into something, and you're left with nothing when that thing is gone. A word of advice world, don't do that. Find someone who makes you a better person, and who you make a better person in turn. Balance, trust. These are good things.

It's whatever though. I should be thanking him or her. I've always been hopeless when it comes to being independant and doing good things for myself and such. Something inside my chest is hardening. I can feel it. It's about time I grew up. I don't intend to shut people out, but I'll be damned if I let anyone in that far again-- least not for a very long time.

Besides that, I got a new iPod Touch, which is pretty f*cking sweet.I've been without my tunes for too long now. There's probably more to say, but the drama has been overwhelming lately and I pulled an all-nighter, so I'm not exactly thinking at top speed. Aw well. I'll try to stay in touch. "Try" is the key word.

Hoping your lives are going better than mine, Sammie

451 Thoughts Buzzing

Dear anonymous world at large,

     I've been reading. I read a lot, so this is hardly news. More to the point is what I've been reading, and I tell you that I've been reading Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451; "re-reading" is really the more appropriate term. However, when I first read the book, I didn't really appreciate it. Looking at it again now, there are so many fine details and greater themes I don't remember having been there before. Bradbury's words are course at best in many parts of the book, but always descriptive. Also, there are some passages that come off as surprisingly elegant. All of these things come together to make a wonderfully thought-teasing novella. What a curious, ironic existence for a book.

     In ant case, Fahrenheit 451 has started turning gears in my mind. This minor thoughts that have the melancholy feeling of knowing that you're learning a great and terrible lesson. This truly indescribable (and yet here inadequately described) thought process is awakening a thoughtfulness that I had forgotten I had and which books seem to most effectively unlocked. It's a sad existence we, ourselves, have when we learn such great messages from truly awesome books, and proceed to label what we learned as either quaint Romanticisms or too much work to bother with or think about and go about our lives. Surely, these great authors and philosophers would not appreciate their works being so easily set aside and forgotten.

     I, for one, want to embrace this feeling, as sad as it may be at times. It seems such a ignorant world when people are so careless. You must, as Ghandi said it, "become the change you wish to see in the world, and so I shall try. So many books to read. Even more lessons to learn. So little time, and still a life to live out on top of that. What an interesting rush.

Sincerely yours, Sammie

Thought of the day:

How much of what we are told is as accurate and true as we would like to believe?

Getting Started: Reasons for Making This

Hello there readers (or lack thereof),

     This first blog is a random whim, I'm not going to lie. It has specific reasons behind it besides that though. Mainly, I want the liberation of being able to speak my mind and knowing people listen. For that same reason, I'm keeping my name, age, and other such things to myself. This way, I hope to encourage people to truely speak their minds, be the comments be positive, negative, or neutral. It doesn't matter much so long as they are honest.

     Second reason: I need to vent. Doesn't everyone? Here I can do that in a constructive way instead of bottling it up. I need that.

     Lastly, I want something that I can write to every day. I need that too. I don't always have witty and interesting things to say, but I need something that keeps me constant. I have commitment issues; I'm willing to admit it. Little things like this help.

     All that having been said, I hope I'll have readers by and by.

Sincerely yours, Sammie

P.S. - No, "Sammie" is not my real name.

Thought of the day:

Beauty is more than that which is pure; some of the most beautiful things I have ever known are dark and broken.