We all use people. Whether it is right or wrong is determined by the reasons for which we use them.
I was just thinking, "I'm kinda unfair to Louis... I speak to him because he amuses me and makes me feel wanted." I then realised that that is a fine reason to use someone. I enjoy talking to him. And my guess is he enjoys talking to me too. Interdependence. Wonderful concept.
Of course there are those people we use for the wrong reasons, but wonderfully I don't think I have any people like that around me for now. I enjoy the company of everyone I spend time with.
The concept of "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone" works both ways. People tend to take that as not realising how good something is until you lose it. A friendship, a job, your school... But it also works with losing bad things. Realising you have an allergy, perhaps, and not realising how bad you felt until cutting the allergen out of your life. Or, in my current situation. A bad crowd. I loved the group of friends I had until recently, I really enjoyed hanging around with them. My social life was amazing, but not entirely healthy. Now I am not spending time with that group anymore, I realise how bad the lifestyle they lead is, and as a part of it I didn't notice. It was fun, so I miss it, but I think I'm happier now. There are still things missing, of course, we all have wants, but even with my dead social life and lack of alcoholic consumption (ok, I am missing bad bits...) I'm feeling pretty damn good lately.
As one door closes, many more will open. I now feel more open to spending more time with my other friends. Maybe when Sheila Win is over I'll be able to do that. Performance thursday. I'm sure to feel some pre-performance nerves, but I know that I am confident with these scenes, and we can make this great. Our rehearsals were brilliant today, and the pieces improved multiple times throughout the afternoon. Ready to rock. =D
I'll explain the connection of my thoughts, from using people, to the bad crowd. I was using a "friend" in that group. I was friends with her because it was her place we were free to go to whenever we wanted, to drink at... But I didn't really enjoy being around her. Not using her anymore does mean the loss of the friends I had in that group, but the way things have turned out now, perhaps they weren't such good friends afterall.
Anyway, I shall stop rambling, this is becoming aimless. Farewell.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Life In Theatrical Motion
"The play starts with the three witches, deciding their next meeting will be with Macbeth..." The third witch wrote the time and location of the meeting on the minutes and declared the current meeting officially closed...
It would seem drama and enterprise are taking over my life, although come 8pm on this fine sunday, I thought, "Oh shit, I probably have homework due tomorrow." I checked my diary and found I only needed to do some drama portfolio work, so began to write out a summary of Macbeth for part of my research, only to find myself thinking amusing thoughts about the witches keeping minutes of their meetings. Oh, dear brain.
I'm doing a scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream for my class assessment of our Shakespeare unit, but we are required to have a fair amount of research, so I'm researching Macbeth as well. I've studied Macbeth countless times, so it's a damn good thing I like the play. As well as taking drama as a class, I'm full of the extra-curricular drama, so I'm involved in a Shakespeare festival, and am going to be a bag of nerves come Thursday when we perform in front of people. Performing Macbeth. Oh, how that play stalks me.
It's really been great fun rehearsing for the festival, and I think our piece is going to go really well. Our four hour Tuesday evening rehearsals have been one of the best parts of my past few weeks. They're truely hilarious. I'd say you'd kind of have to be there to understand, but you're probably Vicky, so, you kinda are there, anyway, oh fellow pubic hair. Issue there, with set looking like a penis...
I best stop rambling here, and get on with that Macbeth summary.
-exuent-
It would seem drama and enterprise are taking over my life, although come 8pm on this fine sunday, I thought, "Oh shit, I probably have homework due tomorrow." I checked my diary and found I only needed to do some drama portfolio work, so began to write out a summary of Macbeth for part of my research, only to find myself thinking amusing thoughts about the witches keeping minutes of their meetings. Oh, dear brain.
I'm doing a scene from A Midsummer Night's Dream for my class assessment of our Shakespeare unit, but we are required to have a fair amount of research, so I'm researching Macbeth as well. I've studied Macbeth countless times, so it's a damn good thing I like the play. As well as taking drama as a class, I'm full of the extra-curricular drama, so I'm involved in a Shakespeare festival, and am going to be a bag of nerves come Thursday when we perform in front of people. Performing Macbeth. Oh, how that play stalks me.
It's really been great fun rehearsing for the festival, and I think our piece is going to go really well. Our four hour Tuesday evening rehearsals have been one of the best parts of my past few weeks. They're truely hilarious. I'd say you'd kind of have to be there to understand, but you're probably Vicky, so, you kinda are there, anyway, oh fellow pubic hair. Issue there, with set looking like a penis...
I best stop rambling here, and get on with that Macbeth summary.
-exuent-
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Life In Darkness
Earth Hour!
Here in NZ Earth Hour has just finished. There's a great feeling to doing things by candle light, and it smells nice too. I also found endless opportunites for photos using candles tonight. My creativity seems to be returning. I'm still going by candle light, just because I'm quite enjoying the change. The house feels peaceful in this light, so all aspects of this seem to be positive for me. Here's to helping the world. =]
Link to my flickr to see my earth hour photos: www.flickr.com/shiningmemory
Here in NZ Earth Hour has just finished. There's a great feeling to doing things by candle light, and it smells nice too. I also found endless opportunites for photos using candles tonight. My creativity seems to be returning. I'm still going by candle light, just because I'm quite enjoying the change. The house feels peaceful in this light, so all aspects of this seem to be positive for me. Here's to helping the world. =]
Link to my flickr to see my earth hour photos: www.flickr.com/shiningmemory
Friday, March 27, 2009
Life In Photography
I like the title theme starting up here.
I had work today. I work in a cafe in my village. It's a good saturday job, for the simple fact my work mates are great. We spend our days insulting each other, and finding sexual innuendo in all that we can. It's fun. =] I was going to share one of our witty remarks from today, but of course I can't remember one.
Now, to the title. I decided to get my camera out, and fight the creative block. I had a sweet idea for a photo series, of the animals with a rose. I got the most adoarble picture of my cat with the rose, I was happy with this good start. Speak of the devil, the cat just came up into my room, and is now happily stretched out on the spare bed that's in my room right now. He's not allowed on the beds, but shh, don't tell. Oh dear, he's giving my windchimes an exasperated look, apparently that noise isn't welcome.
But, back to the story of the photo series. I then moved onto the sheep. I set the rose on one of them, and was about to take a shot, when it fell, and that damn sheep ate the rose! That was the end of that idea.
So, to share with my one current reader, the photo of the cat.
I had work today. I work in a cafe in my village. It's a good saturday job, for the simple fact my work mates are great. We spend our days insulting each other, and finding sexual innuendo in all that we can. It's fun. =] I was going to share one of our witty remarks from today, but of course I can't remember one.
Now, to the title. I decided to get my camera out, and fight the creative block. I had a sweet idea for a photo series, of the animals with a rose. I got the most adoarble picture of my cat with the rose, I was happy with this good start. Speak of the devil, the cat just came up into my room, and is now happily stretched out on the spare bed that's in my room right now. He's not allowed on the beds, but shh, don't tell. Oh dear, he's giving my windchimes an exasperated look, apparently that noise isn't welcome.
But, back to the story of the photo series. I then moved onto the sheep. I set the rose on one of them, and was about to take a shot, when it fell, and that damn sheep ate the rose! That was the end of that idea.
So, to share with my one current reader, the photo of the cat.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Life in couplets.
No one is whorier,
Than miss Victoria.
I'm quite the poet, no?
Today, in classics, we were trying to make couplets about eachother. It was quite fun, and that one about Vicky is the best. We also drew a cyclops with a small penis and saggy boobs. A very productive lesson.
Ok, I'm going to give this post some direction and focus, now I've given the title some relevance.
English has gotten me thinking lately. This term was spent on a book study, for which our teacher chose the classic, William Golding's, Lord of the Flies. I'm not a huge fan of the book, but it is an interesting enough study. The concepts and ideas are great, so although I didn't enjoy reading it, to the extent that I haven't finished it so close to the end of term, I do enjoy the discussion of the book.
Golding is a huge cynic. He has no faith in humans. I never had much faith in humans, either. We are really not a very nice species. We commit premeditated murder... We are the only species that remains friendly with it's prey until the time it is killed... I find both of those things difficult to fathom. To steer clear of hypocrisy, I don't do either of those things. Like the majority of people, I wouldn't kill another person, but on the other count I am in a minority. Why do most people find it ok that they could have been thinking how cute their dinner was in that field a few days before eating it? Even to the extent of people eating the species they keep as pets. Lots of fish eaters are fish owners. Facts like these sadden me.
Rant over. I may include a series of my opinions on themes in the book in future postings.
For now, farewell.
Than miss Victoria.
I'm quite the poet, no?
Today, in classics, we were trying to make couplets about eachother. It was quite fun, and that one about Vicky is the best. We also drew a cyclops with a small penis and saggy boobs. A very productive lesson.
Ok, I'm going to give this post some direction and focus, now I've given the title some relevance.
English has gotten me thinking lately. This term was spent on a book study, for which our teacher chose the classic, William Golding's, Lord of the Flies. I'm not a huge fan of the book, but it is an interesting enough study. The concepts and ideas are great, so although I didn't enjoy reading it, to the extent that I haven't finished it so close to the end of term, I do enjoy the discussion of the book.
Golding is a huge cynic. He has no faith in humans. I never had much faith in humans, either. We are really not a very nice species. We commit premeditated murder... We are the only species that remains friendly with it's prey until the time it is killed... I find both of those things difficult to fathom. To steer clear of hypocrisy, I don't do either of those things. Like the majority of people, I wouldn't kill another person, but on the other count I am in a minority. Why do most people find it ok that they could have been thinking how cute their dinner was in that field a few days before eating it? Even to the extent of people eating the species they keep as pets. Lots of fish eaters are fish owners. Facts like these sadden me.
Rant over. I may include a series of my opinions on themes in the book in future postings.
For now, farewell.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
We'll blame Vicky for this.
VICTORIA! You give me yet another thing to waste my time on. =] Although, I do keep intending to blog. Maybe this will be more successful than my live journal.
My life is currently a creative block, so I fear I have nothing interesting to write, but I'll try. I have plenty on my mind, but I'm struggling to channel it into anything productive. Right now I should be doing homework, but hyperactiveness from M&Ms doesn't exactly help that cause. And I'll agree with Vicky; I'm busy lately, homework is of lesser importance than other things.
Today was busy. I had to get to the bank for a meeting for enterprise in fourth period, and be back for lunchtime at 1.30 for Sheila Win rehearsal. -enter another yell at Vicky.- I took on both of our roles, since she was home sick. At least I had my vanilla latte to do it with. <3
Speaking of latte, I have issues with addictions currently. Caffiene, usually in the form of cappuccino. M&Ms, crispy. And if only I got round to buying the Twilight series myself, I'd have read it for the second time, and be even more entirely and irrevocably in love with that too.
I feel as though I'm waffling now, and feel like changing the title of my blog. It will happen, when I get some exquisite inspiration for a better name.
So, for now, I shall "make like Maarten and Jared and scoot." And be amused by that two-year-old quote.
My life is currently a creative block, so I fear I have nothing interesting to write, but I'll try. I have plenty on my mind, but I'm struggling to channel it into anything productive. Right now I should be doing homework, but hyperactiveness from M&Ms doesn't exactly help that cause. And I'll agree with Vicky; I'm busy lately, homework is of lesser importance than other things.
Today was busy. I had to get to the bank for a meeting for enterprise in fourth period, and be back for lunchtime at 1.30 for Sheila Win rehearsal. -enter another yell at Vicky.- I took on both of our roles, since she was home sick. At least I had my vanilla latte to do it with. <3
Speaking of latte, I have issues with addictions currently. Caffiene, usually in the form of cappuccino. M&Ms, crispy. And if only I got round to buying the Twilight series myself, I'd have read it for the second time, and be even more entirely and irrevocably in love with that too.
I feel as though I'm waffling now, and feel like changing the title of my blog. It will happen, when I get some exquisite inspiration for a better name.
So, for now, I shall "make like Maarten and Jared and scoot." And be amused by that two-year-old quote.
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