Things are afoot. Ahand? Abody!!
So...things are kind of happening lately. And I really do mean kind of, but they're happening nonetheless.
Most notably perhaps, is that I moved out of suburban/parental prison and into the north side of the city with my wonderful friend Adrienne and her awesome roommate and friend Travis.
I occupy a small room with a big window. I sleep on a twin size mattress on the floor and sit at a mini size desk in a mini size chair. I've made it my own and realize I don't need as much personal space as I thought - in fact, I'm finding that it's a lot easier to keep a smaller space neat, and that is immensely helpful to me. The improvement in my mood was immediate. Regaining my sense of independence feels like a million bucks. I just need to find a job in order to keep this up. I'm workin on it.
Yesterday I attended a teacher training workshop for a music/movement/theater class for kids age 0-5. I fucking loved it. I would sign up for this sort of class as a participant if it weren't frowned upon by society. Anyway, I was invited to the training before the director of the program even met me and was one of two people being trained...apparently they have a hard time finding people with early childhood experience and musical ability. They're definitely interested, but won't need me to teach until the spring. Cool, but bummmer. I'm gonna start observing classes tomorrow.
I have a slew of big auditions coming up:
- Illinois Theatre Association on Jan 31st (a big audition where lots of directors, agents and reps from theatre companies across the great state of Illinois show up and see whatchou got)
- U/RTA on Feb 3rd (A combined MFA in acting audition. Reps from 30 different schools come and let you know if they're interested in you)
- U of C San Diego on the 4th
- Yale on the 5th
And I'm trying to arrange an audition for the Louisville Theatre Apprenticeship program. I just found out about it, but it looks awwwesomme.
Oh! I almost forgot - update on STARBUCKS BOYFRIEND!
First of all, did I tell you we had a week of bliss? Creepy bliss, but bliss all the same. We had three dates. On the first one, we chatted in starbucks for a couple hours, then took a romantic walk to the lake, talked some more, kissed in a coffee shop, had sushi and sake and then made out for a long time at Port Clinton Square, in front of a closed shop door. It was pretty damn hot for someone who's "celibate" (which he claimed to be).
I showed up at Starbucks a couple days later, and we took another walk to the lake, dangled our feet over the pier and talked and made out. He gave me a sealed letter and told me that I couldn't open it until our friendship ended. Which he hoped, he explained to me, would mean that it was moving on to the next level. Allll right. I took the letter and didn't open it.
On our third date, we went to a park and laid in the grass...mind you, this was the most gorgeous week of fall. The weather was perfect, the leaves were at their peak, and I had my beautiful, crazy starbucks boyfriend to makeout with. I was plum pleased.
But it was then, on our third date, that he essentially insinuated a marriage proposal to me. He wanted to do me, you see. And to him, that meant marriage.
"I think we should get tested"
"...I was tested last month"
"Yeah, but I think we should go together, like on a date."
"...are we going to have sex?"
"Well...I have to ask your father."
"To have sex with me?"
"No!"
It was then that I felt I had to tell him that I wasn't going to marry him.
"Why not?"
"Because I know that it's not right."
"How do you know?"
"I just do. I feel it."
He accepted that answer.
"Well my heart is broken."
"I'm sorry."
Three dates, my friend. Three dates. All along, I noticed that he was speaking more and more in metaphors. Avoided answering my questions, responding with metaphors that meant nothing to me. Talking on and on and on about Jesus and morality and the masons and life. Oh man.
So we ended our romance on an amiable note. He asked for his letter back.
"I don't get to read it?"
"No, it's not for you!"
"That's not fair."
"Please give it back to me."
So I did. But yes, of course I read it first. And man oh man oh man oh man. I don't have the energy to go into it right now. Perhaps in another post. The man is unlike any I have ever known.
I went back and saw him a few days later, told him I was going to NY for a week. I came back to see him again when I got back, we chatted.
Then I didn't go for a couple weeks.
When i finally did go back, he wasn't there. I asked one of his co-workers and she told me he was in the hospital but she didn't know what happened. I didn't have his number (I don't think he owns a cell phone) so I told her to tell him when he got back that I'd asked about him.
I went back last week, my friends. And I spoke to another co-worker of his, asking about him. She said he was in the hospital. Still?? Yeah. What happened? I guess he disappeared for a few days, and when he showed up at home finally, his parents took him there.
YES. My Starbucks boyfriend has been institutionalized. My, my, my.
So there's that.
Also, I'm 26 today!!
MWAH.
Most notably perhaps, is that I moved out of suburban/parental prison and into the north side of the city with my wonderful friend Adrienne and her awesome roommate and friend Travis.
I occupy a small room with a big window. I sleep on a twin size mattress on the floor and sit at a mini size desk in a mini size chair. I've made it my own and realize I don't need as much personal space as I thought - in fact, I'm finding that it's a lot easier to keep a smaller space neat, and that is immensely helpful to me. The improvement in my mood was immediate. Regaining my sense of independence feels like a million bucks. I just need to find a job in order to keep this up. I'm workin on it.
Yesterday I attended a teacher training workshop for a music/movement/theater class for kids age 0-5. I fucking loved it. I would sign up for this sort of class as a participant if it weren't frowned upon by society. Anyway, I was invited to the training before the director of the program even met me and was one of two people being trained...apparently they have a hard time finding people with early childhood experience and musical ability. They're definitely interested, but won't need me to teach until the spring. Cool, but bummmer. I'm gonna start observing classes tomorrow.
I have a slew of big auditions coming up:
- Illinois Theatre Association on Jan 31st (a big audition where lots of directors, agents and reps from theatre companies across the great state of Illinois show up and see whatchou got)
- U/RTA on Feb 3rd (A combined MFA in acting audition. Reps from 30 different schools come and let you know if they're interested in you)
- U of C San Diego on the 4th
- Yale on the 5th
And I'm trying to arrange an audition for the Louisville Theatre Apprenticeship program. I just found out about it, but it looks awwwesomme.
Oh! I almost forgot - update on STARBUCKS BOYFRIEND!
First of all, did I tell you we had a week of bliss? Creepy bliss, but bliss all the same. We had three dates. On the first one, we chatted in starbucks for a couple hours, then took a romantic walk to the lake, talked some more, kissed in a coffee shop, had sushi and sake and then made out for a long time at Port Clinton Square, in front of a closed shop door. It was pretty damn hot for someone who's "celibate" (which he claimed to be).
I showed up at Starbucks a couple days later, and we took another walk to the lake, dangled our feet over the pier and talked and made out. He gave me a sealed letter and told me that I couldn't open it until our friendship ended. Which he hoped, he explained to me, would mean that it was moving on to the next level. Allll right. I took the letter and didn't open it.
On our third date, we went to a park and laid in the grass...mind you, this was the most gorgeous week of fall. The weather was perfect, the leaves were at their peak, and I had my beautiful, crazy starbucks boyfriend to makeout with. I was plum pleased.
But it was then, on our third date, that he essentially insinuated a marriage proposal to me. He wanted to do me, you see. And to him, that meant marriage.
"I think we should get tested"
"...I was tested last month"
"Yeah, but I think we should go together, like on a date."
"...are we going to have sex?"
"Well...I have to ask your father."
"To have sex with me?"
"No!"
It was then that I felt I had to tell him that I wasn't going to marry him.
"Why not?"
"Because I know that it's not right."
"How do you know?"
"I just do. I feel it."
He accepted that answer.
"Well my heart is broken."
"I'm sorry."
Three dates, my friend. Three dates. All along, I noticed that he was speaking more and more in metaphors. Avoided answering my questions, responding with metaphors that meant nothing to me. Talking on and on and on about Jesus and morality and the masons and life. Oh man.
So we ended our romance on an amiable note. He asked for his letter back.
"I don't get to read it?"
"No, it's not for you!"
"That's not fair."
"Please give it back to me."
So I did. But yes, of course I read it first. And man oh man oh man oh man. I don't have the energy to go into it right now. Perhaps in another post. The man is unlike any I have ever known.
I went back and saw him a few days later, told him I was going to NY for a week. I came back to see him again when I got back, we chatted.
Then I didn't go for a couple weeks.
When i finally did go back, he wasn't there. I asked one of his co-workers and she told me he was in the hospital but she didn't know what happened. I didn't have his number (I don't think he owns a cell phone) so I told her to tell him when he got back that I'd asked about him.
I went back last week, my friends. And I spoke to another co-worker of his, asking about him. She said he was in the hospital. Still?? Yeah. What happened? I guess he disappeared for a few days, and when he showed up at home finally, his parents took him there.
YES. My Starbucks boyfriend has been institutionalized. My, my, my.
So there's that.
Also, I'm 26 today!!
MWAH.