and by perfunctory, i mean boring.
nothing is usual anymore.
nothing is exciting either.
I guess I just need a routine.
Its like half summer half spring. And I'm not diggin' it.
but what I am diggin'
snowglobes.
They are the perfect gift. Granted they're just a useless thing that will eventually be put away or worse thrown away, but something about snowglobes is so whimsical and fun. They're carefree, and yet incredibly intimate and personal because in a way, snowglobes can represent dreams and goals.
At least for me.
So anyway imaginary readers. If you buy me a snowglobe, I will cry and love you forever.
In other words...
I think I'm gonna start writing poetry along with plays.
I like don't believe in writing poetry, but it might like help me clear my mind. I always got good marks on my poems in school. Even from the ominous Dr. Bonin. So maybe, I'm not a BAD writer.
I don't know. I need to find root in something.
Theatre and music isn't doing that for me any more, bc I'm too analytical about it all.
Which is good.
I want to be an actress and singer. So I need to be objective about my craft.
However, by being so critical, I can no longer "release" myself into. Atleast, not where I personally am in my journey.
DON'T GET ME WRONG. I love what I'm doing. I would not change it for the world. Theatre is my love. It still brings me infinite amounts of joy, I just can't get up and do a monolog for fun anymore. its about getting better. Which is what I want.
Writing can be my new hobby. Where I don't have to constantly put myself out there. It can be an intimate, intrinsic part of me.
ANYWAY--- next blog. I want to write about why I love Art History and Short Stories and Literature. And how that relates to my love for theatre and music. Observation.
