Today I am grateful for:
-this quote:
"Learn to care, learn not to care. Learn to sit still."
-a really fun show. Two shows actually! It's crazy how a good show can change my mood around. Again, we had really good audiences, the volunteer (for the second show) was so great, and the improv afterward was fun too.
-being present. I'm present to the fact that I'm not 100% honest when I'm in a scene sometimes. I get in my head. I'm gonna try to work on allowing myself to just state how I am feeling. If I'm confused, I'm gonna say I'm confused. If I'm nervous, I'm gonna say that I am nervous. And if it turns out that it makes for some shitty scenes, at least I'll have tried it and I'll know. I have to stop the FEAR (Fuck Everything And Run) mode.
-daring greatly. I'm already having a bit of buyers remorse for saying anything, but I just
very casually blurted out some boundary stuff with someone today. It might not have been the right time, because I also in the process of almost accidentally setting the house on fire because I completely and utterly burnt the shit out of some popcorn I was trying to make*, but I felt like if I didn't say anything then, I probably wouldn't have said anything ever. I'm trying not to think that I was being stupid (too late). I'm gonna do my best and reach out tomorrow and talk to someone about it.
-floss. Floss is the shit yo. (Oh dear. I think I've really officially just became an adult by saying that, huh? Woof.)
-whole wheat peta bread. (Oh my god it's getting worse! Who am I?!)
-Doodle Jump. It was free at the app store so I dled it. It's a
really addicting game. (Did I redeem myself with that? Nope. Prooobably not.)
-Parentheses. (I mean...am I right? #idontknowhwatshappeningtome)
-Spell check (because I sure as fuck did not know how to spell Parentheses)
-my back feeling a lot better.
-the basics
-wickipedia (cause why not?)
-as always, my friends.
*The smell of burnt popcorn is forever. I recently read a series of tweets that were talking about how someone just burnt some popcorn in their new house and now they're going to have to sell it because that smell never goes away. At the time I thought they were over reacting, but NOPE. I totally underestimated the power of burnt popcorn smell. It happened hours ago in a different part of my house and I CAN STILL SMELL IT. I'm in my bedroom with the door shut right now and it is honestly the only thing I can focus on. I mean my eyes are still a bit stingy from the whole debacle. Uffda y'all. Oofda.**
**Spell check does not have oofda in it's word bank, which seems silly to me but so does duck duck goose instead of duck duck grey duck so who am I to complain. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make here is that the internet in all it's mighty wisdom confirms that both uffda and oofda are acceptable ways to spell that word. So there. In related news, I'm so incredibly grateful for the internet. In somewhat related news, I'm suuuper cracked out. I think the burnt popcorn smell fumes have gone to my head. Burnt popcorn smell fumes? Da fuck? Alright. Time to stop writing.