Tuesday, February 26, 2013

what blog?

All i want is to write something creative and get my words/thoughts/feelings/LIFE out but everything is crazy and busy and scary and GREAT and spring break is in less than two weeks WHAT?

It's 12:30am and I'm settling in to write paper #1 of the semester. Paper #1 since... May of last year. Since we weren't required to write anything academic in Russia, I am so out of practice. But this time, trepidation and procrastination are NOT the reasons I am writing feverishly on the eve of the due date.

This is show week! And I was in tech all damn weekend. I can actually say with complete confidence and little guilt that I had no large chunk of time this past week in which to write this paper.

(But i'm sort of excited about it. It's for my favorite class -- my religion class -- and I have endless things to say. I can't promise all [or any] of them will be incredibly intelligent or original, but they are things. I have ideas. thankgod).

Back to show week.

I can't wait to present this play to our community. The House of The Spirits. It's fantastically beautiful — both the script and the production. It's a shame we only had 5 weeks to produce it, though. (our read through was just a month ago!) You can never be 'finished' with a show. There is always more to work on. And though I feel we are in an incredible place, I know we could go so much further with a few extra weeks.

But here we are. And I love where we've ended up. I hope to write more about what I've experienced with this play in the past month; I've really felt my growth, time and time again. I've sunk my teeth into this one, and it's a damn good feeling.

but oh shit it's almost 1am and I have to write 5 pages by morning.

time for the twix bar the vending machine so generously provided me with.

it's raining and i'm happy.

Friday, February 8, 2013


the snow has been falling since 11am and i could watch it tumble down like this forever.

i opened my window and stuck my head out to smell the freshest icy air. i breathed as deep as i could, and remembered moscow. such a treat for my senses, i felt lucky to be alive. i wish you could have smelled the air -- it was everything.

a gust of wind blew in my direction, and with it came a spray of snowflakes. i laughed, pure joy. leaned back in and shut the window, still staring out at the glittering white blanket. unable to pull myself away, enchanted.