I want s'more camping

Blogging at 2:00 in the morning. This has got to be a new record for me. Not that I have never been up this late (or early), and with the combination of the heat and thrown off sleeping schedule, I shouldn't really be expecting to be asleep at this hour anyways. Now, I am no stranger to heat, but when the top floor of your house resembles a sauna more than bedrooms, and the at least 70 year old house suddenly feels like it has heated floors (a convenience invented far beyond it's construction) you know it's a little toasty.

But staying up this late, finally being able to feel the cool breezes coming from somewhere in the north (kudos to the weatherman who told me that a cold front swept across the metro at about 10:00 tonight), I am thinking about just how much I wish I was still camping. (Hint: It's a lot)

Yes, I have finally gone real camping, or I guess as real as I can get (it's not backyard camping). I am pleased to report that I know how to pitch a tent and make a fire and all of those other nature-y sorts of things. Yes, I "roughed it" last night. It was awesome.

I keep trying to put into words how great it was pitching a tent, making a fire, watching the sun set, roasting s'mores and falling asleep under a multitude of stars, among other things, but I just can't. 

You will just have to trust me on this one, and of course go camping yourself ASAP! This is not a drill or a joke, do it. Please, it's good for the soul.

Peace.

Singing and things

Last night was my final night on the Duchesne stage. Not for a production or anything rehearsed for countless days and finally performed. It was impromptu so to speak, taking only two days to practice, I would say it still went pretty well.

After plenty hours of wondering what would be the last song I would sing on that wonderful stage I have spent the bulk of my time on, I decided on "Over the Rainbow", you know from The Wizard of Oz. Something uplifting and  Well I was all ready, but of course, while rehearsing during the last period of the day, I decided to sing some more (incredibly characteristic of me) and apparently, before I was even finished, the original song had been scratched from the list, and "I Dreamed a Dream" (from Les Mis) was scribbled in its place.

I don't know if it fits my present circumstances, I don't feel like life has killed the dream I dreamed, I mean sure, I my aspirations are much different than when I started high school, but I don't think that that's a bad thing. 

Of course I will miss this place and people, and with the bridge of Keep Holding On, I will admit that I shed a couple of tears. Sentimentality I guess. I will still have the people that really matter to me close by, and I am sure that everything will be fine.

So, surrounded by the comforting smell of Rave hairspray, I walked onto that beautiful stage for the last time. I tried to leave it all on the stage. I will miss it, but I know it is in good hands.

Peace.

May Day and angsty things

May Day, more like MAYDAY!

Here's the thing with me right now, if you really want to know.

I always used to think of my relationships like sticks or boards. Something sturdy yet bendable, and able to withstand time and testing. They were always the foundation of everything I was, and really kept everything together. 

Lately, I have been feeling that those beams of my relationships have been serving a different purpose. They aren't keeping me attached, rather distanced from those that I care about. I know that this is probably just a mood. Everything is changing, and I can't control that. It's scary. I'm sure it will be gone within a week, but with the coming of college and things, I am legitimately worried. 

Maybe this is something I should be putting somewhere else, I don't really know. But the truth is, that those boards, no matter how sturdy they are, have broken before. With time, (if we're keeping with the wood image) I have sanded them down and (like my newly acquired skill) I have stained them and made them easier to look back at. 

But it's fine, ups and down are to be expected. I can handle it, not that I am helping this situation anyways. Gahhhh, I could totally probably solve this for myself, I just asdfhasjkl so many things. Okay yeah I'm done now.

P.S. I stained a chair while under house arrest (enacted by my parents, not the law) this weekend!

Peace.