So I know some of you (*cough*Aryn*cough*) are going to yell at me for this...

So life right now is...BUSY. I'm assistant stage managing a show right now, working as the costume designer at a local high school, keeping up with classes, trying to find a job for the summer (yes already), and beginning to make a wig for my dear ShadowMageEvelyn's mom who has just recently been diagnosed with skin cancer (please send her your prayers). That's a big handful for any of you who understand the crazy intensity of my school. I'm doing okay. I mean, it's really hard, but I'm okay. All I have to do is stay healthy through it all.

Aside from that, I finally saw the new Harry Potter today. "What? You just saw it now???" Dude, chill, I was at a camp all summer cut off from civilization. Yes, I just saw it. I loved it. I always do. But one thing that ALWAYS happens is that I suddenly have a longing for England. I want to be back where my grandma grew up. I want to be eating fish and chips surrounded by cheerful fellows singing pub songs. I want to be surrounded by history. Maybe it's because I grew up listening to my grandma, but English accents are just so comforting to me. It's in my blood, even if my fake accent sucks.

I just want some darn fish and chips! ...And my union jack tied to me forever.

Where the heck did September go? Its like I turned the corner and--Oh! Hello birthday! I guess I'm 21 now!

...I'm 21 now.

And I don't want a drink. (well maybe a small one.)

All I want to do is go back to Vegas and stand by the slot machines. They can't shoo me away now!!!

Yeah...that happened the last time. I was only 18 then. Don't go to Vegas before you're 21. It's just not worth it.



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Also, I can't say how thankful I am. I have the most amazing friends, a loving mother, father, and sister, and I'm in such an amazing program, even if it can be a real b*tch sometimes. Life, you've blessed me well.

Please just get me a good job after I graduate. That's all I'm asking.

Just wanted to let you all know that I started my junior year of college today! Yay! This quarter I'm taking Artists in Society (a super awesome class with my favorite teacher in which MY learning and my PEERS learning are the most important thing), History of Theatre part 1 of 3, Assistant Stage Managing (the class from hell that everyone has to take), and Makeup II which is wig making. Makeup also comes with a lab, but I've been doing makeup labs since freshman year so it's no biggie.

I am ASM (assistant stage managing) the play Orpheus Descending by Tennessee Williams this quarter and crewing Hair for makeup. I'm gonna be SUPER busy with that, but I'm not worried. I'm only taking 14 credit hours instead of the normal 18 so I'll hopefully be okay with homework and stuff. I'm already on top of things. I have all the homework I got today done minus ASMing because well...I have to read a script for that and I saw a show at the Playhouse to write my Theatre History paper on which is't really due until November 13th. So as long as I work on my paper tomorrow and Friday I can do all of my ASM homework this weekend and be ready for my next class on Wednesday.

Also, I'm working at one of the local high schools as their costume designer! They're doing Jacob Marley's Christmas Carol which, if you haven't seen it, I suggest you do. The script is quite good. So yes, I'll be busy. But it'll be okay! I really am excited about this year and being on top of everything. Not to mention I'm going swimming every morning before classes. I missed you Olympic sized pool...

Note: The first part of this journal is not the geeky part, though it still may be a bit geeky. But hey that's me.

So I went to the zoo today. I love my zoo. I grew up there in zoo camps and other places in my town where kids can learn and have fun. So now that I'm old...haha, old. Almost 21, whatever. Anyway, so now that I'm old, I usually go maybe once a year. Usually on the day I get in for free because I "survived cancer." Sure, uh huh, I TOTALLY had cancer. If the zoo wants to think that, I'm not gonna stop them. So I went and spent the day with my mom which was nice since we really don't spend much civil quality time together. Usually I'm ignoring her because she's nagging at me or we're going at each others throats for something. I love my mommy. So we spent the day visiting our old favorite exhibits and checking out the new changes and expansions that have happened in the past two years. Today I saw three of the animals I saw almost everyday at camp: wild turkeys, bobcats, and black bears. Oh it was lovely to see them behind cages where they couldn't eat me for once. I also got to see my brothers and sisters the penguins (apparently I am one), my cousin the wallaby (apparently I'm a kangaroo as well), got smacked in the face by a bonobo (he ran right up to me and hit the glass really hard!), and had a giraffe lick my hand while eating the cracker I held (SOOOO COOL!). It was a lovely day and I was sooo happy to get to see everything again.

GEEKY PART! So I got home and while I was decorating my birthday cake (its got a banana on it, yay dethklok banana stickers!) I was watching stuff on youtube, an all too frequent hobby of mine. I came across a music video, Date my Avatar. [link] Curious about his RPG type thing I explored and discovered this short series about a guild that RPGs. OMFG SOOOOO AMAZING! It's hilarious and just...go watch it for yourself at watchtheguild.com

Epic. Yes I'm a geek and I am proud of it.

I'm stuck. I hate being as impulsive as I am. Why am I so stuck you ask? I want a new tattoo. Well that sounds easy. But then I come to the problem of what to get and where. My first tattoo was a piece of cake.

For those of you who don't know, I have a tumor in my right foot's baby toe. I don't have cancer or anything, but it's the kind that you don't want to mess with just to be safe. So my toe is rather pudgy looking and doesn't bend anymore. When all of this happened to me back in 7th and 8th grade and I found out that my tumor was benign, I wanted that tumor gone. My doctor, however, wouldn't allow it. So I sat around through high school pouting about it, not okay with it. But as the years past I finally accepted it as a part of me. I realized in senior year that I would always be this way and it wouldn't change. Senior year was also the year I started considering tattoos and what to get. My mother forbid the "deformity" and it wasn't until I moved out of the nest I actually went and got a tattoo: last year right before my 20th birthday. I now have the kanji symbol for love on my foot near my baby toe. It's my way of saying that I love myself no matter how I am, tumor or not.

Now my birthday approaches again. I itch to get something new permanently inked on my skin. I am an impulsive person, I know this. My best friend Aryn (batophilliac) reminded me of this today as I discussed this exact subject with her. Since I haven't had anything meaningful in mind I've just been trying to design something "pretty" that will appease me. If I don't have time and meaning behind this tattoo I know I won't be happy with it later on. I grow tired of my impulsive ideas very quickly. Her advice to me was get something meaningful.

My original idea was to get a pirate ship on my shoulder blade. I adore pirates, I do soooo much. Not to mention that water has always been such a big part of my life. Swimming for 6 years, I never appreciated it until this summer. At camp, I was most content when at the lake and could at least hear the waves, if not be completely in the water. But part of me says that this pirate ship doesn't mean quite enough, not to mention I am struggling with the design.

Next I designed a bird tattoo. I'm not sure why I chose a bird. I think I was just browsing tattoos for a good idea to base something off of, found this [link] and came up with this [link] It's my impulsive "pretty" tattoo that I probably won't go with, even though I love how it turned out.

Lastly, I thought of the Cirque du Soleil logo, the sun. [link] Cirque is my main goal in life. I hope to graduate and work as a wig and milliner (hat maker) for them. I don't think I want to stay with them forever, but I definitely want to get my feet wet. They are my dream, my inspiration, my motivation, my everything. I've been in love with them since I saw Quidam of however many years ago it was. Then the vacation to Vegas, oooooo the love that grew for them! But even though Cirque means the world to me, their logo just doesn't feel right. I think it's because I'm still in impulse phase with the idea of the tattoo.

I think I need time...I hope that's all.