
i got all inspried, and cleaned and stuff, which always makes me feel better. (okay, okay, so i just washed dishes, and organized shelves, and the rest of the aptmt is a disaster area. but still, progress was made!)
i went up to the school earlier, and was in the offices area, and saw the artistic director. now keep in mind that the few other times i have seen him, he acted like he had a stick up his ass, and i always walked really carefully around him, because i wasn';t sure how good of terms the costume shop was on with him, and he can cause serious issues - he asked me if i had dyed my hair blue, and i explained, no, just the front. He *LIKED* it! He complimented me on it,and said he liked it. How odd is that. it made me happy again (i know, i know, mood swings from hell today) and then i came home and watched buffy, and spent time with kitties, and now i am about to go and play on the computer, and maybe download new music.
oh - sark for today says - "celebrate your radiant, eccentric self". :)
I did some serious contemplation on my life and what i am doing with it, mainly spiritually and who i am, and if i know, and all the type of stuff that i thought i woulf figure out when i finally lived by myself. pbblt. have you ever just woken up one day, and realized that there is a possibility your whole world view on religion is skewed? or that one person made such a *huge* influencein your life, especially in said view, and you're realizing that a lot of what they said and did was compleete bullshit, so what if some of your beliefs are based in complete bullshit and should you start over from scratch or should you just re-evaluate?
my personal quote for the day would be - I am the kristy, leave me be. - this would be in regards to those people who feel the need to analyze me up one side and down the other.
i mean, to some extent i welcome constructive criticism. if i am being particularly bitchy or whiny - or even doing something that annoys you terribly - tell me. i would rather know, than you be driven insane by it, and stop being friends. (been there, done that, have the emotional scars.)
ugh. running away, again. another common theme? i'll be contemplative in my head for a while.
i wonder where this aversion to thought came from? anyone?