This Was Not Very Raven

Welp. Here I am again.

I know, I've neglected you. I know, it's been months, I know, I've posted twice in all of 2011. But baby, I always keep coming back to you.

I don't really know why I decided to, though. I always have this urge to write. But I never really do. And this is why I'm confused.

There is just a lot coming at me at times. Growing up is stupid. The numerous trips to the DMV, rescheduling trips to the DMV, getting calls from my dad about the newest reason why he couldn't bring me to the DMV. Luckily that's all over with, I have my permit and I'm ready to HIT THE ROAD. Or the road is ready to hit me. Or I'm ready to hit everything.

I'm going to an open house tomorrow at WestConn. Western Connecticut State University. University, as in college. That's not cool. Like, I really don't think I'll have many problems adjusting or devising my major or anything, I just don't want to do all that. I'm perfectly happy not changing at all. It's not a good thing, to have such disdain over change, I know that. But it's something I've always had.

I hate saying goodbyes to things. I don't wanna say goodbye to my home, my friends, my life. I know I have a year and a half left still, but that's not the same for everyone. Knowing that the times I have left with my friends who are seniors are limited sucks. And I know one day I'll come back and read this and think how odd that I wrote saying goodbye to seniors as sucking, when future me is going to know what it's like to say goodbye to his junior friends, his sophomore friends, his friends of every age and ethnicity (well, mostly Caucasian.) And future me is going to roll his eyes at these jokes, give an embarrassed half-giggle, like, "Wow Eric, you used to think you were just so funny." But really. The future is like, upon us.

The future is like, upon us guys.

So this is pretty weird. But anyways, things are just, yea.

Wanna hear good things?

-We've had this entire week off because of power outages.

-I went to see In the Heights today and I ran into MacKenzie, who I haven't seen in months, and I was so happy because I miss her like crazy.

-My hair looks pretty good today.

And so with that, I say farewell. Talk to you later, in about 7 months or something.

I'm Busy

Remember when I blogged? Those were the days, my friend. Back when life was simpler, everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt. Yea, good times.

I will admit, not all of that has changed exactly. Most everything is still beautiful, most nothing is hurt, but life, oh man has it gotten more complicated. Rehearsals for Bright Lights start Sunday, a fact that's rather upsetting as I'll have to go alone, without Mary, who suggested I audition with her, but in a twist of fate is now in Wales for the next nine days. Meetings for the National World Language Honor Society began last week, our initiation ceremony is the 28th. I've signed up for Woodland for Women Worldwide, an organization at my school that works to end sex trafficking all around the world, and we're doing pretty well. The Run for a Revolution put on by us is on the 21st of May, in which I'll be participating in a 2-mile walk. To prepare, Erika, Alyssa, Kate and I plan on walking together once a week (this week was postponed due to rain and Erika's not being at her house where we're supposed to meet. So.) On top of all this, there will be occasional and spontaneous meetings with the Drama club, for pizza-party-DVD-viewing gatherings to watch our production of Jesus Christ Superstar (oh, how I miss it!), discussing what we're going to do next year in terms of organizing, and a few rehearsals, as our cast is performing a song at the Halo Awards, as well as being eligible for awards (nominations aren't out yet.) And lastly, Emmaus starts on May 6th, and I can't be more excited. I just *am.* The potluck is on the 2nd I believe.

So yea, I've got a lot going on. But I think I'll be okay.

My miscellaneous projects for myself are getting there. The lyrics for Twins: A New Musical are near completed, just a couple more songs I need to write. I think I may have found the Lowdermilk to my Kerrigan. As in, I've found a composer for my lyrics. Erika plays piano and has been working on her own instrumentals, and I've been working on my own lyrics. And she's already been working on the backings for a song or two (not from the musical, I believe.) So that's really good.

I've also been adding a few songs to my catalog for a way-off-into-the-distant-future song cycle that could be done as my senior project. Nothing too impressive, don't worry.

You know what I just noticed? I'm not funny anymore.

Toothless Whores.

Well. This is awkward.

I know, I haven't posted since, like, last year. But hey, it happens. I've just kind of stopped blogging in general for a while. I don't really know why, but it's probably along the lines of me being lazy, and blogging requires some unrecognized effort.

But I feel like blogging today, because a certain "Samantha Martin", her magnificent entries, and general being inspire me.

So, here we are again. It's a friday night that feels like a tuesday, it's 20 degrees but feels like 50, and I'm thinking about things.

Maybe I could just kind of talk about my current projects?

Well, there's ANV

And Jesus Christ Superstar (I was cast as King Herod. Yay for being an awkward , flamboyant king who is constantly surrounded by drag queens. :T )

And constant analyzing over the current Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark debacle.

And finishing mid-terms, ending two of my favorite classes, and starting two new ones.

And probably the project I'm most proud of as of yet is TW!NZ: A New Musical. (Title is tentative, further details will be slowly leaked via internet resources.)

But I will leave you with this little gem.

"SAM: You'll ruin it

CAIT: How?

SAM: You'll tare it

You'll lose it

You'll rip it

Or more

CAIT: You toothless whore"

And with that, I'll be off. Because it feels like I've been writing this post for a half an hour, only to result in a total of 10 minutes and a couple paragraphs that will inevitably look much, much smaller than that when it's posted.

Stay beautiful.