there's beauty in the breakdown
She was a good car, my O-Ren, even if she did give me a lot of shit. I cleaned all my stuff out of her on Wednesday, and thanked her as Apollo thanked Pegasus. It's bizarre how much of a relationship we can form with machinery like that. Now I am carrying my life around with me in a plastic bag. It's just a little pathetic. How the hell did I get by without a car all those years? I am currently looking at one that's twice as old, but has only half the miles. She's not the prettiest car in the world, but if you kind of squint and look at her from just the right angle, she's not too bad. My next car was supposed to be a nice one, but what can you do? Shit happens.
On a lighter note, Imogen Heap was completely fracking amazing. I kind of needed a boost in spirits, and she sure as hell came through. The two opening acts were pretty awesome as well. One was the most incredible beat boxer I've ever heard (okay, not that I've heard so many...). He recorded the sounds he made on a looping machine, and did songs that sounded like an entire band was playing them, all from his mouth. Incredible. And Immi...on top of having that beautiful voice, she seems so thrilled to be doing what she's doing. It's always inspiring to see people like that, passionate. She saved both of my favorite songs for the encore. It made me a happy Cayley.
I must be a masochist, because I have pretty much decided to declare a double major. Provided I get accepted, I will be tackling the BFA program in addition to theatre education. I remember when I was in high school saying that I didn't want to study acting cause, "I already know how to act." I think we may have called the wrong sister "Diva." Somehow over the years, that reasoning made a complete 180. My decision to study theatre education was mainly based around the fact that I don't think I'll make it solely as an actress. As of right now, I still agree with that. I have a lot to learn, and a lot of personal barriers to break down. But after three (long) years, all it took were five (short) lines of Shakespeare to remind me how much I had missed being on stage. A few days ago, I was trying to coordinate my schedule for next semester and discovered that I was not required to take Acting II. That just didn't seem right. I will be taking at least half of the required classes for BFA, so I might as well just do the whole thing, right? All it means is thirty extra credits, two or three extra semesters, extra summer classes every year, a lot of extra money and time that I don't have to spare, extra time living in this area that my sister did not plan for when I moved in with her, extra years that my mom will have to deal with two of her daughters being in college at the same time... No big. All I know is, this feels overwhelmingly like the right thing to do. It is rare I feel that strongly about any decision, so I'm going to go with it. Now I just need to make it through the auditions...eep.
I find it a little amusing that for the script I have neglected to write for the past four years, I thought I chose fairly unique names. I had never met a Louise, an Eva, an Abigail, or a Charlotte while I was brainstorming. The name Louise has now been tainted forever and will likely be changed, but I've also met an Ewa and an Abigail. Abigail in the story has a daughter named Charlotte. Abigail in real life has a cat named Charlotte. Freaky. I need to get off my ass and write that damn thing one of these days. It's also interesting that I seem to be fascinated by the idea of people leaving their children to pursue their own lives. I created a character for class recently, kind of a cross between Janis Joplin and my dad, who did basically the same thing Abby does in the (non-existent) script. I may have some issues with this subject...
I love live journal cause it's cheaper than therapy.
Warm, windy days are my favorite kind of days.
I was recently called a naturally confident person. I didn't know what to make of that.
I helped paint an apartment four different shades of purple today. For a second, I felt like I was in Boston. Congrats on kicking the GRE's ass, Gwen!