Give Me Shelter, and Shelter I Shall Give You
Well, it's the final weekend of Snow Queen, and I'm wondering what I am going to do with myself in my life after HCT. After all, I can't do tech forever. I'm pretty sure that the boards and I have broken our ties (in lamen's terms: I'm done acting), at least for a year or so. I need a break from HCT, and I also need a break (I really hate to say this) from a lot of the people there.
My mom asked me today on the way home, "Alex, it's odd. You hang out with only a couple of people at school, but a bunch of people at HCT, why is that."
The answer, of course, is obvious:
They are two different places.
People who know me know to avoid me when I'm tired. I'm a horrible person when I need sleep, I will admit. And since I'm tired during school, hence, not a very likable person.
Secondly, I never really fell in with a cliche at my school. Although a lot of people would say "good for you, you're unique!", those people probably don't realize that high school doesn't like unique people.
"ohh Fagan, you're an actor huh? You must be gay then." or "Fagan, you listen to metal? Please don't kill me when you shoot up the school!"
Let me inform everyone that I listen to more than metal. My view on music is the rhythm, it has nothing to do with the style. Besides country. I can't stand it. But anyways, the two music types that really focus of rhythm and flow are Metal and Hip Hop. Metalheads need something to headbang to, and if it's out of time, you can't headbang to it. Rappers need flow or else their songs sound like crap, no matter how good the ryhmes are.
Anyways, HCT provided me with an identity, albiet a vague one since nobody knows what HCT is. It make me grow up a bit, and it is the biggest highlight of my childhood.
The problem here is change. HCT is changing. My interests are changing. I want to be myself on stage, not some character a person thought up in his head. I acted to escape myself, to become someone else for awhile. Now I realize that doing this will not improve my life in the slightest.
The one thing I hate about writing entries like this is that I know what will happen next.
So here's your wisdom of today:
Change is good.
I, as well as a lot of other people, need to embrace change and except that I'm not going to be around HCT anymore. God knows I'll miss it, but I'm sick of going back through the same routine every couple of months.
I love you HCTers. You guys were more than just a camp. You were my second life.
I will miss you all.
UPDATE 12-18: God Damnit, my crazy uncle is over and I had to sleep downstairs. Their fucking baby is screaming so much, there's no way they're going to bring him to the show, he'll ruin it by being way to fucking loud. Damnit! I hate this uncle.
My mom asked me today on the way home, "Alex, it's odd. You hang out with only a couple of people at school, but a bunch of people at HCT, why is that."
The answer, of course, is obvious:
They are two different places.
People who know me know to avoid me when I'm tired. I'm a horrible person when I need sleep, I will admit. And since I'm tired during school, hence, not a very likable person.
Secondly, I never really fell in with a cliche at my school. Although a lot of people would say "good for you, you're unique!", those people probably don't realize that high school doesn't like unique people.
"ohh Fagan, you're an actor huh? You must be gay then." or "Fagan, you listen to metal? Please don't kill me when you shoot up the school!"
Let me inform everyone that I listen to more than metal. My view on music is the rhythm, it has nothing to do with the style. Besides country. I can't stand it. But anyways, the two music types that really focus of rhythm and flow are Metal and Hip Hop. Metalheads need something to headbang to, and if it's out of time, you can't headbang to it. Rappers need flow or else their songs sound like crap, no matter how good the ryhmes are.
Anyways, HCT provided me with an identity, albiet a vague one since nobody knows what HCT is. It make me grow up a bit, and it is the biggest highlight of my childhood.
The problem here is change. HCT is changing. My interests are changing. I want to be myself on stage, not some character a person thought up in his head. I acted to escape myself, to become someone else for awhile. Now I realize that doing this will not improve my life in the slightest.
The one thing I hate about writing entries like this is that I know what will happen next.
So here's your wisdom of today:
Change is good.
I, as well as a lot of other people, need to embrace change and except that I'm not going to be around HCT anymore. God knows I'll miss it, but I'm sick of going back through the same routine every couple of months.
I love you HCTers. You guys were more than just a camp. You were my second life.
I will miss you all.
UPDATE 12-18: God Damnit, my crazy uncle is over and I had to sleep downstairs. Their fucking baby is screaming so much, there's no way they're going to bring him to the show, he'll ruin it by being way to fucking loud. Damnit! I hate this uncle.