Obligatory thanksgiving post.

Things I am thankful for right now:

Pajamas

toothpaste

being in two shows at once

(being able to be busy doing what I love)

Having THE prettiest dresses in a Christmas Carol

(a little girl came up to me after the show to tell me how pretty my dress was. Oh, I know little girl, I know.)

Having amazing friends

Late night rehearsals and even later night Denny's trips with Frankenstein cast

Being drunkenly tired and finding everything hilarious

My family

Pictures of my new niece Scarlett

My ipod

Prayer

my bed...which I am now going to get into and get some SLEEP.

night!

it may just be the sleep deprivation, but I'm feeling very full of love right now. Love you all...whoever may read this blog...

Yes. I love Dallas Clayton. All my posts lately have been of his poems.

But I cannot help it. I must share.

What does it mean to you
to be disappointed?
When you imagine disappointment
does it have a face?
A scowl ike an ugly high school thing
coming back at you from the past?

It’d be nice if we could put a face
on all those emotions
that scare us into mediocrity.

Make it easier to poke out their eyes.

-Dallas Clayton

Seriously guys. I can't stop listening to this song. It's happiness encased in a piano and a voice. Seriously. Listen to this song and see if you don't feel better. It's on repeat on my ipod today.

Also...how adorable is this video? And Michael Buble? Since WHEN did he get so dang attractive?! I'm totally in love with him in this video! (especially when he starts dancing with the marching band)

Challenged.

You are the best. Unbeatable. Indestructible. The number one champion of everyone around.

You will never be fooled. Never bested. Never bruised. No one even comes close to the scope of your glory.

You are the greatest. Period. So long as you don’t leave your bedroom.

-Dallas Clayton

Lately I've been really up and down in terms of my self esteem. A good day in my improv class or rehearsal can send it soaring into believing that I really am a good actress, and will, someday make it into the acting program here. Then a day of thinking too hard, of comparing too hard, and of fearing too hard and send me plummeting back down into the land of "I'll never make it." From the lack of real challenges in my life, I've developed an attitude of "if it's too hard, I'll just quit." I haven't really taken that route this semester, and really have found the benefits and drawbacks of hard work.

I've just got to keep working hard.

That's all.

A LETTER TO THE KING

No matter what the scientists say I’ve got it on good authority there aren’t many animals great or small, given the chance would want to be you with all those clothes to buckle and papers to keep up with.

Think about it, they don’t even own cups.

-Dallas Clayton

So, maybe I'm doing three plays. Maybe I'm have a lot of homework. Maybe my back is as hard as a rock and knotty as a piece of pine wood. Maybe my neck is so tense, it's giving me a perma-tension headache. Maybe I haven't had time to do laundry in so long it's embarrassing. Maybe I might stop buying perishable food because I'm never home to eat it before it goes bad.

Maybe I'm being crappy friend and sister and daughter because I have a minimum of 2 rehearsals every day and homework to do and to catch up on.

Maybe I'm making really terrible excuses. No, not maybe. I am.

Maybe I feel like a whiner for writing this all here.

Life is good. Life is wonderful. I have too much to do, but really, I'm enjoying it all. I'm learning so much in so many areas. I am surrounded by love. I feel my Heavenly Father's love palpably every day. I am incredibly blessed. I have the best friends and a wonderful boyfriend and an amazing family who I am going to see this weekend, and a baby niece who I am going to meet and squeeze and kiss. I cannot wait.

Maybe it's time for me to stop whining now.

A good cure.

Here are some good cures for feeling icky and grimy and scared after watching a scary movie you really shouldn't have watched:

hugs and cuddles

bright stars

prayers

lights

good night texts

blankets

scriptures

Nat King Cole's Christmas Album (Yes I know it's not even Halloween yet, but he's my soul!)

Hope I can get some sleep!

P.S. Don't ever watch the movie Silent Hill. Ever.

This is not a facetious warning. In all seriousness, do NOT watch it.

Look at this madness!