Elfin

I have a rather round face and pretty big eyes and my ears stick out from my head a little bit, so I tend to look like a cartoon elf sometimes.

I got my cartilage pierced in November and I can finally change out the earring. I put a hoop in this morning, and I looked like I belonged in a bad fantasy film. I was a little disappointed. I guess I'll have to stick to a little barbell or a stud.

*sigh*

Chatterbox

I've been watching a lot of Anne of Green Gables, which causes me to smile, and I see a lot of myself in it. And today I realized that I tend to do what Anne does all the time. Which is to talk and talk and talk, making sense about only half the time and often divulging personal information without thinking. I am often saying things that seem to make people slightly uncomfortable, or unintentionally amused, sometimes both.

I don't think there is any help for it. I suppose I could try silence, but I don't think that I'd be able to keep that up for very long.

On a completely different note, Oklahoma! is amazing. Any musical with an ! at the end has got to be pretty fantastic. This show never ceases to make me smile and long to sing along. I go through phases where I listen to it and watch it non-stop, then I stop and forget about it, until one day I put it on again and remember why I love it so much.

What if it were today?

Heath Ledger is dead. It seems so strange. I feel like these sort of accidental overdoses are only supposed to happen in Valley of the Dolls. I didn't believe it when my friends told me. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do with it. Am I supposed to be torn up about a man I never knew? It's sad, but death is always sad. And the death of a young man with promise in his field is always a bit tragic.

It really seems surreal to me. I read about it today on an entertainment blog, it seemed wrong to place an article about death on a shockingly bright pink page.

I was talking to one of my friends about it, she said that it was just his time. "We all have due dates", were her exact words. It got me thinking about my own life. If my due date were today, what would I have to show for it? Not much of any real value. I spend so much of my life thinking about myself, thinking about what I want to do, I never take enough time to think about others. It's made me rethink my choices in life.

I know that I shock people when I say that I am thinking about going into theology, maybe into missions. I spent so many years working towards an acting career, or at least focusing on that goal. To make such an abrupt switch, it may seem a little crazy. However, I want to make sure that at the end of my life I'll have done something worth doing.

Breakfast

I like the word breakfast, to break the fast. But the meal itself is unappealing to me.

There is a girl in the next cubicle eating her breakfast while working. She is eating a brioche the size of her head.

It's rather funny.

I kind of wish that my office had tall cubicles, instead of these short little half cubicles. Then I wouldn't have to know what my co-workers are eating for breakfast.

Hullo

Well, here I am.

I haven't been writing lately, online or in my little journal. I keep noting things mentally that I want to write down and ponder; the absurdity of paper money, the differences between the vocalizations of Gordon MacRae and Hugh Jackman in the role of Curly, the woes of caffeine deprivation, and other such topics.

However, now that I'm writing I don't much feel like talking about any of those things.

I notice that people tend to write text messages the way that they talk. I think it's the same with blogs. I usually speak in a rather roundabout way, I like words, and I use more than I need to convey my points. In other words, I am not a very concise speaker. I do the same thing when I write blogs. I just sort of let my thoughts ramble about and often trample back over the same point again and again, sort of like a wild romp about the moor where you keep passing the same little clump of heather next to the same weather beaten rock, but you have a lovely time all the same. I have never been to the moor, but I have read a great deal about it, and feel as though it would be rather nice.