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Aren't you proud of me? I've got a picture posted, finally.

Weird Week

All right, just so y'all know, I fainted at a load-in on Tues. You know how when you hit your funny bone, you get all dizzy? Well, I hit my knuckle, and got so dizzy I fainted. Fun, hmm? But I'm all right. I just hope they hire me again. Dangit, why couldn't I have fainted LATER, when they would know that I don't normally faint? Now they probably think I'm a liability to hire. Oh, well, at least I got some Christmas money. I'm not sure if such heavy work is good for me, anyway. *Sigh

Well, the good part of that is that Sean came down to see me after school and made sure I was all right; he also drove me to and from the load-out that evening. It was downtown, and no one felt very comfortable about me driving there on my own. It wasn't the driving they were worried about, it was the walking from my car to the theatre. So, with Sean there, my mom didn't have to drive me.

For Thanksgiving we were planning on going to both Sean's parents' place and my brother-in-law's parents' place, and just have two Thanksgiving dinners. The reason for this is that this might have been both Sean's grandfather's and my brother-in-law's stepfather's last thanksgiving. Well, I found out wednesday that my brother-in-law's stepfather died on Tuesday night of cancer. Sean never knew him, so we ended up just going to Sean's. *Sigh

Thanksgiving was fun, and I got sleepy. I'm glad Sean and I didn't have to drive from heck to breakfast, even if the reason was a bit morbid. Sean helped me this year with making my (in)famous candied sweet potatoes, which turned out great. I cook those every year; it is my contribution to Thanksgiving. I got the recipe from my mom, and she made some changes in it from the traditional candied yams, so y'all can only get it from me (if you want the recipe, just ask--i would make a horrible magician, the way i give out secrets like that).

My Philosophy

I recently heard a point of view that the truly smart people of the world are depressed, while the happy people are really just stupid since they don't see how much life sucks. This caused me to rant a little bit. I'll share my rant here.

Just because I choose to see the good in life does not mean I'm stupid. Life is not enjoyable. I know this. But I can choose to moan and bitch about how much life sucks, or I can choose to move on and enjoy what I can. Even the lowliest human on Earth has good things happen to him/her. Life itself is beautiful! Life is a mixture of good and bad, like all of nature: yeah, the hare dies, but the wolf lives because of the hare; yeah, the leaves fall off the trees, but they turn pretty colors when it happens; yeah, people get killed in horrible ways, but people are saved and are born and are loved and remembered in wonderful ways. This balance is celestial. There are very brilliant people who are very depressed, I'll grant you. Those people die young. Just imagine how brilliant their flames would have gotten if they had allowed them to burn for a while longer.

People who only see the bad parts of life are selfish. They only think of their own sorrows and sufferings, instead of looking around and realizing, wow, some people have it a lot worse than me, I should be grateful to be simply miserable instead of maimed or abused or horribly scarred.

I think the main reason why people get depressed is because they think they're completely alone. It's true, no one can completely know me as well as I do. But you know, I think I make good company for myself.

Lucky Number 6!

Well, Sean and I had our 6 month anniversary now, on the 8th. Yep, special election day. Ah, well, at least it's a day everyone notices. I sincerely hope that we have another few 6 months, at the very least. Sean makes me feel very content and happy and loved.

I have a job lined up for a few days, which may lead to more work later. In the theatre world, when a theatre can't find enough union techies to do what work they need to do, they get what is called an "overhire." An overhire is a non-union worker who does a union job, and who gets paid about half of what a union member makes. I'll get paid about $20 an hour for a six-hour stint, and again for another six-hour stint the next day, just about. I'll have REAL job experience! And Christmas shopping money! And a chance for more work later! Yay! And to top it off, if I get enough overhire work, I can apply to the stagecraft union to be let in without the 500 hour apprenticeship. So cool, huh?

I just can't let it conflict too much with school or plays. It'll be cool. I'm good at balancing stuff.

I want to ride my bicycle!

SEAN BOUGHT ME A NEW BIKE!!! Okay, this is big for me, since the only bike I have EVER gotten was in either 4th or 5th grade. Sacramento is much more bike-friendly than where I live, and Sean really wants to go on a bike ride with me and go on a picnic by the river, but the problem is, I would have had to use my mom's bike, which needs new tires and a lot of oil. Well, we go all over town to try to find tires at a decent price (which we CAN'T), and we end up at Target, looking at bikes. Sean sees a nice green one and asks me if I want it. I say, well, I dunno, do you want it? Sean then says that I was planning on spending about $20, right? And I say, yeah, and Sean says that if I'll pay $20 he'll pay the rest. WOW!!! It ended up being about $60 bucks, which is totally cool! I can't wait to ride it in Sac!!!