The Bright Side

Good things: Hot chocolates with one pink marshmellow and one white marshmellow. Sweet messages on my phone. Laughing so hard that I start crying. Lunch. The sound of high heels on the pavement. Daddy's fail attempt at singing. Hot water bottles. Swinging as high as you can with your eyes closed. The smaller details. compliments. Singing in the rain. Smiles. A brilliant loving cast. Jumping in puddles. Cookies straight out of the oven. Hugs. Friends who stop and listen. Church. Dancing. Being happy for no reason. Believing in impossible things. Pumpking soup on rainy days. "I love you"s. Speaking your mind and not being judged for it. Books you can't put down. Stories that make you cry and laugh. accompishments. Talking late into the night. cheesy musicals.

Goodbye Dear "Fiddler on the Roof", I Shall Miss thee

aaaaaaaand it's all over ... oh poo

Unthinking

Sometimes we do stupid things and we wish we could go back and fix it.
I do stupid things.
And you got to wounder, am I making it worse for them or me?
I'm not somebody to think things through and it's only when I take a step back and look at the whole situation that I realise what a mess i've made.
And the dumb thing is, is that I repeat that mistake again and again until I come to a place where I feel like maybe I keep making this mistake because I actually want to.
Even if it is hurting others and myself too.
And thats a difficult thing to shut out.
Sometimes it can be cured by a good long cry, but sometimes it can't.
I'm going to shut out the world for a little while.

No Time is Too Much Time

Places to go, people to see, things to do. I'm absolutly fatigued at the end of the day and yet theres still too much time to think.

Unintentionally Inspired

Went to Wellington yesterday. Since I spent most of the day just travling to and from, my day was rather uneventful, well unless you count me missing the bus anything exciting... but thats probably something that shouldn't be advertised =). So I spent the day watching other people (no, i'm not a stalker), I just think that you can tell a lot about a person from their appearance and even more by there funny little habbits, like there was this guy who was sitting across the aisel from me in the bus, he was dressed completely in black with combat boots and had cropped hair, her was listening to his IPod and his eyes were closed and he continued to mime playing the drums all they way from Norsewood to Palmerston North. And there was another guy in Wellington who kept up an over exaggerated strut when he was crossing the road. And a shy girl, who kept glancing at me in bright pink sneakers and tights, who finally gained the courage to talk to me when I smiled at her ... she wanted to ask me about my 'Girls Night Out' bag - apparently shes a bit of a Julia Grace fan. And a guy with bright purple hair and an awesome beanie ... so I guess what i'm trying to say is that I have been inspired, how exactly? ... I really have no idea yet.

My Moment of Fame

Here it is, short and sweet, my very own article =)

Some things have changed though since I wrote this, like I actually have a job now (yay), and i'm not moving to palmy till next year (phew).

Boring Receptionist By Day, Actress Extraordinaire by Night

The time for escape: 6:30pm - do not be late.

Time to become another person, in another place, in another era.

...But remember the spell breaks at midnight...

The Theater is playing tricks on me or am I just passed exhausted? 

I'm in the purple dress =)

Lunch Breaks =)

Been horribly busy and it's been horribly lovley. Thank God for lunch breaks.

Just Another Average Day

Content but lonley