and the beat goes on

well well well.. I'm currently sitting in the library (using the library computers because I left mine at home).
and what a sight to behold. The lady in front of me has her face about 3/4 of an inch from the screen her boobs and stomach are popping out of her shirt...at the same time... and I'm sure she's missing teeth. But she's here.. Just like me. So I suppose in some odd, dark way we are connected today.

OK..so lets give you a highlight of the awesome things happening in my life...

* went out with some of the cast last night and got drunk

*we are about 2 weeks from opening and closing the show.

*OHHH I have a job. hawking coffee to Seattle tourists

*I'm moving into an apartment on Sunday

*I got a Seattle Public Library card today.

*I'm about a month from stage managing a show for the first time. ever.

hmmm... I think that's about it. Lot's of things happening but everything seems to be falling into place.

I've been a worrier for the longest time. And if I have learned anything since moving here, it's that worrying is not going to get me anywhere. Things happen. And, sometimes they don't happen.

Oh. Apparently I have to learn to be selfish too.

That might have to wait though. I mean come  on ... you saw the list of all the things on my plate right now.

For now, I'm content.  I'm meeting wonderful new people. Some who remind me of people from back home and that makes me reminisce...but I know that those people back home, the ones that really matter wont go away.

p.s the lady opened her mouth... ladies and gents...I think I only saw 2 teeth.

;)

Let's grab a fun saver..and save the fun...

Ok. So, recently I've begun the search for the answer to the eternal question "Am I an artist?"

Who is "an artist". Is it just anyone who creates art?

And to that extent what are we considering art? ( I'll leave that question for another day)

I KNOW that I'm an Actor, director, and props designer. Why? Because I've done each of these for shows and they turned out pretty darn good, if I do say so myself.  But "artist"? 

I've always been interested in Photography.

Does that make me a photographer? mmm....I'm still iffy....

I like that I am able to capture a specific moment in time, but also, the ability to use light and an object to create a mood, a voice, a feeling. I've always enjoyed taking pictures of  family and friends and of random things I see during my day. Does THAT then make me a photographer? I've only taken one class, so if you asked me questions about it, I would look at you like a deer in the headlights. Does my lack of knowledge then not make me a photographer. I suppose if everyone who takes pictures is considered a photographer...then why create a specialty for it? Is it one of those " you either got it, or you don't" type of things? You know what I mean. We've all done/said it before, they have "it". That special thing inside of a person that just allows them to grasp the concepts of a particular field.

Maybe I'm over thinking it.  

I asked "What makes someone a Photographer?", and the best answers I got were from two friends.

"If they take pictures for reasons other than memories", one said. The other said, "Anyone who takes pictures and calls them self a photographer is a photographer, but not necessarily a good one. Just like anyone can paint on a canvas and call them self an artist, they're an artist but not necessarily a good one."

The search still goes on. But...I can tell you, that I find myself liking the term photographer attached to my name.  I'll leave you with these.... I took them a few days ago....and I liked it them....

These are growing on a tree/bush in our front yard...and the flowers are beautiful. They are delicate and the color is perfect... I look at them everyday...

I had waffles the other day ....and the waffles were great...and I won't lie..every time I look at this photo..I want a waffle...

so..yeah..here I am budding photographer? budding blogger...I only know that taking these photos makes me happy ...and really that's what matters. The fact that I like it. It makes me feel good to see something and capture its beauty. Even if it only is that way to me.

It truly is amazing what this new place is doing. It's helping me find me.

My love affair with the Washington State Ferry.

   No, You didn't misread what I said. I have a love affair with the ferry. Hell, I want to live on the ferry. If I could, I would convince my roommate, Ryan, to figure out a way to make it happen. Some of my favorite moments of the day happen on the ferry. Watching little kids look out in awe as they are gliding across the water. Listening to older folks tell stories about how long they have been riding...even what it was like before the ferries became an integral part of life.
    I have to know the name of the ferry I ride. It's this weird obsession with knowing the time they leave and which one I will be riding. I know that of the ferry's I have ridden (there are two) the Tacoma is my favorite. Maybe it's the art that's on board...or the fact that I like the name Tacoma. Who knows. What I do know is that everyday that I ride it, I know I'm in for an adventure. Whether It's walking on the observation deck and seeing sail boats on a sunny day, or watching the seagulls around me. 

I can't wait to have people visit. So I can show them what a great experience it is. It's one that I hope I never tire of.

OR

Perhaps I have far toooo much time on my hands.

Oh, yes this is a possibility I know. 

But I mean come on, just look at this view. Wouldn't you be excited too!?