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i love my mother.

So, I came home from work today all riled up about the Chick-Fil-A thing, and I went into my mom’s room to say hello and snuggle and generally hang out. We got to talking, and eventually this conversation ensued:

Me: Oh, Mom, did you hear about what happened at the Burlington Mall today?

Mom: What? That thing… what’s it, the Fill-A-Chick thing?

Me: …Mom-

Mom: Chick-A-Fil?

Me: I love you so much.  

We then proceeded to giggle profusely. I do love my momma-bear. 

ryan gosling.

I have read more stories on tumblr in the last few weeks about Ryan Gosling doing lovely things… so I felt like contributing my own. 

Technically speaking, it’s not my own. It’s my friend’s story. Junior year of high school, she had been diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia, and was hospitalized at Children’s Hospital Boston. A few weeks into her stay, when she was really into her treatment and the weight of the cancer was setting in for everyone, Ryan Gosling happened to be in Boston. I guess he was there for some sort of music thing, but he took the time out of his day to visit Children’s and say hello to the kids there. He stopped by my friend’s room, talked with her and her mom for awhile, and took a few photos. 

I know lots of celebrities make charity visits and whatnot, but this was the first time I had heard of a celebrity just sort of… stopping by unannounced to say hello to some sick kids. He didn’t get anything out of it. He didn’t make any money or turn his visit into some sort of “event.” He just made my friend a little happier during what was a pretty upsetting time in her life. 

I will always remember hearing that story and gaining a little bit more respect for who, up until that point, I had only ever known as “that guy from the Notebook.” 

life.

Looking into New York City apartments has made me realize two things. 

One. I am broke as fuck. This means I will require assistance from my mom to do anything. I am in awe of those who go to New York on their own and survive. I don’t know if I could figure out a way to do it. 

And two. It is significantly cheaper to live in New York if you have multiple people in a very small space. Which is simultaneously awesome and not so great. I need friends who have the same plans that I do. 

Real life just sort of bit me in the butt today, and I felt the need to share. Carry on. 

summer project?

I have this vague idea for a summer project, but I need some suggestions.

I’m starting a list of things that I’ve never done before that I would like to do this summer. Some items that already made the cut include baking a cake entirely from scratch (frosting included), watching Star Wars all the way through, and attempting to make a GIF. 

If you can think of anything relatively simple/inexpensive to do that could go on my list, that would be great. Any thoughts are appreciated, even if it turns out I’ve already done the thing you suggest. :)

just.

I just watched this movie I had never heard of before, because it was on HBO after ‘Water For Elephants.’ It was called ‘My Life Without Me,’ and it was basically about a woman who’s diagnosed with terminal ovarian cancer and decides not to tell her family, just to do everything she can with her two months left to make things as good for them when she’s gone as she possibly can.

I need to stop watching movies about cancer, because I just end up crying and feeling severely melancholy and… like everything I do is a dream, and the things in my head are reality. It’s a good place to be to write really sad poetry, but not to do much else. 

Good movie, though. Very good movie. 

and i know it.

And this is my day.

I just got back from Washington D.C. with my mom and brother, which means after a whirlwind weekend of traveling and sun over-exposure and AWOLNation-Neon Trees-Airborne Toxic Event-Cake-Incubus shows, we got to wake up this morning at 6 am, only to get to the airport at 7:30 for our flight at 9:10. It actually all went quite well…

So, what am I doing now? Relaxing? Watching TV? Napping?

No.

I am baking my mom a batch of secret-oh-wait-she-walked-in-on-me-making-them-so-she-knows-but-is-pretending-she-doesn’t chocolate chip cookies while listening to my Glee playlist (in particular, the Ricky Martin version of ‘I’m Sexy and I Know It’) and dancing around. I am also trying to figure out how to best make spaghetti and sauce for dinner tonight, as per momma-bear’s request. 

…may it never be said that I don’t love my mother.

UPDATE: I am a fucking awesome cook. 

his name is lancelot.

So, I’m proposing the musical for next spring. With my friend. Who is now my co-director. And we want to do Spamalot. We have literally the most awesome vision of this ever, including an awesome, super-interactive space that is perfect. But I can’t get a good estimate on the rights. They’re basically under lock and a key, until you actually pay for them. Which is super upsetting. Does anyone know? I am so incredibly excited, but I’m also terrified we aren’t going to be able to do this based on the money alone. :(

/end first world theater problems post.

my fishie.

So, I come back from rehearsal last night, exhausted after some tough moments and the usual theater insanity, and walk into my room. Casting a glance at my betta fish, I notice that she is lying on her side on the bottom of her bowl. She’s dead. I cry a little bit, tired as I am and a wee bit hysterical, compose a quick epitaph in my head, then proceed to inform my friends of this unfortunate circumstance. We endeavor to hold a small service.

I go to move my deceased pet into another bowl for transport to the bathroom, when she freaks out and starts swimming frantically around the bowl, trying to figure out who the hell just poked her in the side while she was dead asleep. Ever since then, she’s been lying on her side in the same spot, one little fin flapping just a little bit, and I can’t tell if she’s really dead or not this time.

What has my life come to? 

travels.

I am now officially going to see Darren Criss in “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying,” in New York City. This Boston girl is super ‘cited. Like, super ’cited. 

Can I say it’s going to be totally awesome without people wanting to punch me in the mouth?