Hello! My last post was sometime in February oh my what a long time ago!
Things:
I have transferred to another school!
No longer an acting major!
Wings and I are completely finished!
I have a new job at Savers!
I have discovered Game of Thrones!
Things are going quite well, I must say.
Currently I am trying to be the best version of myself I can be and just hope for the best right now.
Haven’t heard back from my school’s dining hall program.
Guess I’m not going to Ireland anymore.
This is a sad day indeed, folks.
RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman, 1967-2014
I suppose our capacity to feel shock and sadness and even anger over the death of an actor—someone who we don’t really know, didn’t know, couldn’t know—comes through an emotional identification. I was shocked at how shocked (and saddened, and angered) I felt when I read that Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead today in his apartment in New York City penthouse.
I first saw Hoffman in 1997, in Boogie Nights, a film I watched so many times in college that it is imprinted in my mind. Hoffman played Scotty, a boom operator whose not-quite-repressed homosexuality erupts in strange emotional moments. Hoffman brought pathos and humor and understanding to the character, and we could look at it like a template for all the work he would do in the decade and a half after. Hoffman shaded even his smallest roles with depth and spirit…
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Rather than doing homework, I decided to blog. I’m back at school, I have a new roommate who doesn’t really like talking to me which is unfortunate seeing as I, like a friendly dog, need constant stimulation.
I’m enjoying my classes so far. I’m in the dance show and I have a job as a body mic technician for the show Avenue Q, which as I believe I said before, is being done at my school.
An update from my last post: Apparently, Wings does not want a relationship, although it obviously makes me sad, I expected this. He is gone for most of the year anyway. We’ve remained in contact the last week and I still miss him very much, but tough, as they say.
I went to a fantastic party last night, I danced, met a lot of nice people, and looked really damn good if I do say so myself. Things are going well for the most part and I hope they continue.
As cliche as it sounds, no, you are not about to read an excerpt form the latest Nicholas Spark’s novel. I met a boy four years ago in high school, let’s just call him Wings for now. Wings and I for whatever reason had an instant connection, loved talking to one another and were both considerably happier when our time could be spent together. Sounds really cutesy so far, right?
Well, being both people coming from not very communicative families, happening sooner or later, we had a miscommunication. We were both under the impression that the other person did not feel as strongly as the other did. How tragic.
Fast forward: Three Years
It’s the end of our senior year of high school and we start our free form modern way of dating. Meaning, occasionally kissing, hanging out, driving around, eating pizza, and texting. Texting, texting,texting. Did I mention that Wings enlisted in the U.S Air Force? So he was preparing for that and what not and then he broke it off with me and kind of disappeared because he wanted to start over in the academy. Makes sense. Let it be known, like any teenage girl, I was rather put off.
Fast Forward Again: 6 months
He messages me on Facebook saying that he would like me to have be by his side again… Or at least that’s what I think he meant.
See what he actually said was: (when explaining what had happened in the past and the new somewhat unexpected change of heart that had occurred) “…I’d already prepared to leave my life in the dust and start a new one. Which is why its so important that I want to have you here now, and not in the past where nothing mattered to me…“
So there’s that.
I haven’t heard from him in two days and I miss him terribly and everything sucks.
I recently just read something that disturbed me. Two men will face trial this coming week for breaking into private computers and stealing private pictures and videos and posting them online without the owner’s consent.
The article: http://newsfeed.time.com/2014/01/23/revenge-porn-king-hunter-moore-indicted-by-fbi/
This is disgusting. Forced sexulization is already a global issue. This also raises the question: how personal are personal files? I’m happy to see that the victims will have their day in coat and will finally recieve some justice for the humiliation and molestation of personal property. I will be sure to follow the story.
Sam Smith. A beautiful song. One of my very favorites.
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