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Friday, 14 November 2008

  • we begin...

    hello. its been a while, eh? well... that should stop. i should at least visit with you once in a while instead of quitting entirely because of what one person said one time a long time ago, right? i think so too.

    don't correct my grammar. i don't care.

    i just feel like saying hello to all the people i haven't said hi to in a while. HI friends! :)

    UM. BONNIE, i saw you on the television. like actually saw you. on my most favorite show. you're getting too cool for school, woman. ::shake shake::

    ANDREW TRIPP? are you alive? hellloooooo. i was just remembering the time you snuck in my house from the sliding glass door which, by the way, NO one does. and it scared amber and she still doesn't like you. hmm, she should work on things such as that.

    who else?

    I would like to say hi to the COBBies. Josh and Abbie. I miss having people to letterbox with. you know? i REALLY do. if i come visit LA can we go? plleeeease?

    OHHHH AIMEE AUCLAIR, where is your face? why do we not talk? is your fat cat still alive? LETS GO THRIFTING AT VALLEY THRIFT TOMORROW. yes. i say.

    MATTHEW BRADFORD MOLBY. is he alive? MATT! are you alive? i want to make videos with you. we can pretend like we are at cedarville again and we will have contests where i will kick you in the pants. ok just kidding, probably not but i'd try. :o) how's your wife? can i still work at your pizza restauraunt?

    HARRY BOB. um, is it weird that i miss the long hours in alford with you? and maybe all the times i cried because i had lights and didn't and had them and didn't and had them and didn't? yeah. i miss that.

    SUE LAROOROO. and GRANT TOO. i made a rhyme. you two were my first Dinner For Six success story. i am sorry i always forget about you. Susan, are you still creating this with a pretend budget because that was always the way to go. for realio. i want you design me a set and i want grant to build me floating steps. in my house. the end.

    JESSICA MICHELLE. i miss you. and i don't even know your last name. i am sorry i did not come to your wedding. i am a bad friend. i hope you're doing well.

    MATTHEW EDWARD BERES. i don't even know where you are right now. but i miss laughing with you. and wish you and amber and i could have phone call slumber parties again. those were the best times. then amber got married. and you thumb kissed bonnie. you're still a sexy man. WHAT? where's nathan? why aren't we all singing right now. I AM. make them SING TOO. the shadowbox is still the best thing that's ever happened to me, remember that?

    TRACI WEISS not weiss uhh uhh, hang on i know it...ELSHOFF. you'll probably never read this but i'm writing it anyway. i am sorry i always miss your calls and did not get to your wedding. my job makes a lame excuse for missing it even though its true. it wasn't worth not being there for you.

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    i think i could go on for years with name after name. and i think i will later. right now i have to deal with life. the here and now that won't go away until it does. and then it will be time for life to be different again and i will still be the same. i think... i get wrapped up and forget myself sometimes. sometimes for long times. but i always come back. and i am back. and i miss all of you. and i want to know about your lives. and i want to say i'm sorry for getting wrapped up in my own and for not caring enough to keep up with yours. i want to have random call around time and laugh like we used to. and plan visits. and tell you what i'm up to these days because i'm pretty sure it's not what you expected from me. :o)  

    i was at cedarville a few days ago just briefly standing in a directing scene of all things (i know... i don't know) and while we pilferred copies from the Alford copier (because that's what all good theatre students do i remembered all the moments hung on the wall (that have to seem ancient to the new students) and wondered where time went. and how it got lost... and i walked to the SSC (the inside of which seemed completely foreign to me) and remembered my first moments at cedarville visiting and then again as a student with no friends wishing i knew people to say hello to as i passed and then again at the moment of realization that i was saying hi to nearly every other person i passed... and suddenly i remembered i hadn't talked to you in ages. and i realized where i am in life right now is not everything and i have let it consume me for far too long. and i am sorry.

    my phone number is the same. if you've lost it's on my facebook profile. and i text (i love the text). or message me on IM or email or however you communicate these days. even my cedarville email still forwards if nothing else.

    just so you know.


    let's.start.at.the.very.beginning.

Wednesday, 20 February 2008

  • calm the heck down, woman!

    ok so that was for me. but not just me. i am stressing myself out way too much over stupid things. which is mostly a sign of my perfectionism at its worst. and my inability to stop caring about what other people think of me. i want to be good at things i do or attempt to do and yet no one is good at everything. and for the most prominent portion of life (high school on) i have been a jack of all trades. does anyone remember my senior year of high school? how about the girl who could not focus on one specific area of theatre? i think... and i'm just going to throw it out there... i know i know, vulnerability on xanga/facebook... that is my biggest fear in life. being a jack of all trades and master of none, in the end making myself a no one. not so much a no one meaning not popular or famous but a no one in that i can't get myself settled into a field because no one can/will hire me. because i'm not good enough at one particular thing to get a job doing it, in the end making me continue this life of bouncing around from crappy job to more crappy job just to pay my bills and make ends meet. don't get me wrong, i LOVE my job at beulah, i don't count it as a crappy job (and its decent pay for most of what i do) and i don't intend on leaving there anytime soon but i can't assume it will last forever. and even so i just need to do other things with my life away from there to keep my own sanity and because eventually what i make at beulah will not always be enough.

    these are my thoughts for now.

Sunday, 27 January 2008

  • bleeding heart, me?

    1.any of various plants belonging to the genus Dicentra, of the fumitory family, esp. D. spectabilis, a common garden plant having long, one-sided clusters of rose or red heart-shaped flowers.
    2.a person who makes an ostentatious or excessive display of pity or concern for others.

    nahhh. not by definition anyway (well, except maybe about Beulah but not really). just thought i'd clear that up.

    on to bigger and better things...
    tonight we went to see enchanted at the palace theatre in Lorain. it was very cute. on the way home everyone was on their cell phones and then it went silent. i guess we've pretty much talked ourselves in a circle about all the recent happenings. certainties, uncertainties, predictions and hopes... everything has been laid out on the table and now we wait. we take the steps that present themselves as they come and that is pretty much all we can do. still... that doesn't keep you from writhing within yourself. wanting to make things go faster. wishing time to slide by just a little faster so you can see how it all plays out. it doesn't help you sleep at night. it doesn't make anything easier. it just makes you sit in silence and think.

    insomnia has once again hit me full force. anyone who knows me knows that i'm not a morning person. it takes everything within me to be at an 830am class (it was easier to skip when i didn't see where the money came from) but i've been doing alright with it. the last few days have just been horendous. i can't remember the last time it was this bad. staring at the walls for hours, quite literally, and waking up with my sheets twisted around me once i finally have managed some semblance of sleep (not to mention those 3am texts that some must just find hysterically funny). i hate that i have to try to fight my natural tendencies as a night owl. life would just be so much easier if everything started after 10, or more preferably, 11am. seriously.

    all this has left me with plenty of thinking time. praying time. wondering time. and as much as we've all talked amongst ourselves i've felt like there's not really anyone to talk to. not about beulah happenings necessarily just about life and stuff. you know, stuff. its not loneliness, its... different... almost eerie. maybe that doesn't make any sense, but that's not uncommon either. i think its something about how life functions as a whole and since beulah really is my life right now when its not functioning properly life just feels in upheaval. i look at the pictures on my desk and on the wall and just then time freezes in that moment the photo was taken.  the memory, the laughs, the warmth of the sun, the sounds of summer, smells of the holidays... whatever. its just there, time stops and life is perfect. it probably wasn't but i'm glad that in my memory it is. the photos can't deny that life is certainly beautiful, albeit devastatingly so, still beautiful.

    there is more to ponder but i'm bored. i will save it for later.

    Start a new fashion
    Wear your heart on your sleeve
    Sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe
    Unafraid, Unashamed
    There is joy to be claimed in this world
    You .even.might.wind.up.being.glad.to.be.you.

Monday, 21 January 2008

  • www.blipfoto.com/cmissler
    check it. love it.

    i miss the old familiar days. does anyone want to have a phone slumber party and stay up into the wee hours giggling? please? where's matt beres?

    caroline painted my fingernails with a french tip. they are pretty.

    71 days suddenly seems so short.

    whatever.happened.to.predictability?

Tuesday, 01 January 2008

  • time for 2008 (and a happy new year)

    only 2 more years until that futuristic date of my childhood arrives. i can't wait for the flying cars and floating homes. yessssss.

    resolutions anyone? not sure yet. one thing is certain-- if it doesn't begin in these next 21 hours its not a resolution i'll be keeping.

    i think that 2008 could be potentially the most secure year so far of my "adult" life. which is hopeful. 2007 was just completely random. so chocked full of uncertainty and insecurity combined with adventure and potential. so much heartache and tears and yet so much laughter and joy.  what a weird weird feeling. what a weird weird year.

    i have become ever more increasingly aware of just how fast life goes. not because of death or really any particular reason at all... it just felt suddenly like life was in fast forward and that the times that have seemed as though they would never end are a long time gone. that future moments imagined are already dusty memories. that the older i get the faster it goes. i often find myself clinging to now so tightly that my little white knuckled fingers have to be ripped from this moment for a new one to begin. where did this one begin? i can't remember. right now will be gone tomorrow. tomorrow will come too soon...

    i.hope.it's.a.good.one.without.any.tears.