New Year's Resolution: Let's start now.

Don't go searching for it.
Let it come to you.
Don't stress, don't fret.
It will find it's way.
Patience is a virtue.
Happiness only comes to those who wait.






















I plan to live by the previous statement to its fullest potential.
There are times when we, and i mean me, get caught up "in the moment" and not necessarily rationalize everything we do, especially when it comes to relationships.
I need to learn patience most of all. Be patient, Kaleb.
I met a couple at OZ on Christmas and i told them that i loved them and wished to be picture perfect like them. They were together for nearly 30 years and contently happy.
One of them looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Oh, you'll get it some day. Don't you wait. I promise it. But don't go looking for it. It'll come to you. He'll come to you."
In the words of Tyler Curry, "I need a hero!"
A damsel in distress doesn't find a knight in shining armor, the prince finds you.

So for now, I'll sit in my watch tower and be patient.
My patience begins now, not later.
Let my hair grow long and long, and just pull him in.
Then I'll be happy.

A New Leaf.

A tree at first glance appears as nothing but leaves and branches.

The leaves sway with the wind from side to side, with no support at all, but a tiny stem.
Seasons change quickly and the leaves fall one by one.
The tree will never look the same.
Next season's leaves will be completely different.

The branches sprout strongly from the trunk.
It is so easy to rely on them to swing and play.
They appear to be strong, but they break under pressure.

What is not seen unless you dig, are the roots.
They support the tree for what it is.
Remove the roots and the tree is nothing.
The roots are the core that keep the tree alive.

What if we got off the roller coaster together?
What if we moved on to the next ride?
What if we experienced new ups and downs?
What if you held my hand when you were scared?
What if you held my hand when you were happy, too?

What if you went on by yourself?





What if you knew that I would be at the end of the ride waiting for you?
What if I could just move on?
What if i let you ride that ride over and over?
What if the whole time I wondered why I wasn't with you?

Someday, Someone, Somewhere...

I know Seymour's the greatest
But I'm dating a semi-sadist
So I've got a black eye
And my arm's in a cast.
Still, that Seymour's a cutie
Well, if not, he's got inner beauty
And I dream of a place
Where we could be together at last

It's just a day dream of mine. A little development I always dreamed of. Just off the interstate. Not fancy like Levittown. Just a little street in a little suburb, far far from urban Skid Row. The sweetest, greenest place - where everybody has the same little lawn out front and the same little flagstone patio out back. And all the houses are so neat and pretty... 'Cause they all look just a like. Oh, I dream about it all the time. Just me. And the toaster. And a sweet little guy. Like Seymour -

A matchbox of our own
A fence of real chain link,
A grill out on the patio
Disposal in the sink
A washer and a dryer and an ironing machine
In a tract house that we share
Somewhere that's green.

He rakes and trims the grass
He loves to mow and weed
I cook like Betty Crocker
And I look like Donna Reed
There's plastic on the furniture
To keep it neat and clean
In the Pine-Sol scented air
Somewhere that's green

Between our frozen dinner
And our bedtime, nine-fifteen
We snuggle watchin' Lucy
On our big, enormous twelve-inch screen

I'm his December Bride
He's Father, he Knows Best
Our kids watch Howdy Doody
As the sun sets in the west
A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Far from Skid Row
I dream we'll go
somewhere that's green.

Untitled.

Imagine if we all wrote a book.
The more and more shit that happens the thicker and thicker it gets.
Each word in a smaller and smaller font till no one can read it.
Its a completely different language that no one can read.
Only you.
Only you can understand what it says.
Eventually no one is on the same page.
People will try to read other's books but will they ever fully understand it?
In reality we all read at a different pace.
And very few will ever catch up and be in the same chapter.
Page after page after page it gets deeper and deeper.
Word after word after word.
Will anyone ever understand?

Personal Statement.

The January of my Fourth Grade year, I began to live in a single family household, only my mom, two older siblings, and two dogs. Things would never be the same; family life would never be complete. I may not have known it then, but from then on I would be striving to make a better life for myself, a self sufficient life depending on no one but me. I managed to make it through the rest of elementary school unscathed, until I left right before my 8^th Grade year to attend the local all boys’ high school, Archbishop Shaw. At this point my brother and sister were grown up and off to find their own ways, and I entered my first year of real high school. Fortunately, I had already been there for a year and knew how the system worked. Then Hurricane Katrina hit and turned everything upside down. Slowly but surely my family grew further and further apart. My mom, brother, and sister grew to hate one another, along with a vicious battle between my mom’s side and my dad’s side of the family. Obviously I was stuck right in the middle. From then on out, it was only me and my mom.

School started up again in October, and I was searching for my way out from all the things going on around me. The nearby all girl school was holding auditions for Beauty and the Beast. My math teacher said he would give us extra credit for auditioning since he worked with the director. I had shown a small interest in acting in grade school but never singing or dancing. I looked at my Pre-Algebra grades, then looked at the audition form and said, “What the heck?” Doing that show will leave me with things I will never forget. I finally found a place where I had no worries, the stage. It became a place that I called home.

Gradually, more and more connections were made, networking became easier, and now I’ve done shows with 8 different local companies ranging from high schools, to small local churches, to two of the biggest theatres in the New Orleans area. It is an amazing feeling to be able to be a part of the rebirth of theatre in New Orleans.

Along with balancing a busy rehearsal schedule, I managed to still stay involved in as much of school as possible. I was invited into both National Honor Society and Mu Alpha Theta, along with being a part of Respect Life, Art Club, and most importantly Peer Ministry and Music Ministry. Working on masses, retreats, and daily prayer was only half of it. It was important as a peer minister to be a guide for other students as well as a role model. The determination to go to work every morning before school, and follow school with rehearsal every day, is what makes it all pay off. All of my work is for my love of the theatre.

Being on stage performing has never made me a happier person. I was finally able to come in to my own person with no inhibitions. One thing I strive for is to be happy, and one thing that makes me happy is to see other people happy. Theatre fulfills this for me. Someone may be sitting in the theatre having the absolute worse day, but for a brief moment, no matter how miniscule, you can bring them a tiny flicker of happiness.


Hopefully this works out
Until then blog thank you for letting me open up to you
Thanks

Live it.

We as humans need three things to maintain a state of emotional stabily:
Affirmation
Validation
Apprecation

In general its important that we afre told that we are valued. This past weekend Ive realized that I am a "valued player." Its a great feeling. Although this weekend sucked royally, ithelped me realize this. I think returning from New York helped as well.

Id like to take this time to let you knwo that I appreciate you for who you are.
You are amazing.
Im glad we talk as much as we do.
When others are hating, I love you.
I love you.
I like how we always talk about him.
Im glad you are my first best friend.
Im glad you are one of my best friends now.
If I could give you my my heart, I would.
Only for you babe.

Never doubt yourself. Dont regret anything. Live life to the fullest.
If you ever think doubt, realize that you are something awesome to someone else.

The next time i see you I'll let you know I care about you.
Until then thank you blog for letting me open up to you.
Thanks.