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I’m in repair. I’m not together but I’m getting there.

this has been ringing true a bit lately. I’ve recently spent a large amount of time applying for jobs. this is a process that requires one to look at herself through an magnifying glass and I’ve been trying to fix things i don’t like more than usual.

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So this song has been in my head all damn day. ALL. DAMN. DAY. And I was singing it at my dad’s birthday picnic and cracking myself up. (happy 71st, Dad) between that and accidentally and repeatedly hitting myself with corn and an apparent lack of sleep I laughed until I was in physical pain and couldn’t stop (which my sister encouraged reminding me of cat goat monsters) my dad said he didn’t think he’d seen me ever laugh that hard. So I told him this was my song of the day and I would dedicate it to him and he didn’t know what song I was talking about so I found the video which is ridiculous and even more laughing (and dancing) was done and the video was chosen over spotify.

P.s. I told me dad (finally) of my potential move to california and he was shockingly okay with it. Even wished me luck. And I thought he’d yell at me for not thinking things through when I told him I made a friend on the internet 3000 miles away and now I’m gonna move there.

It’s the Doctor Who season finale, bitches!! Gosh, I don’t know what I’m going to do with no things to look forward to/ dread with everything being on hiatus. Probably continue applying for jobs so come the time things start coming back I won’t have to watch everything alone and stifle the fangirlish screams. 

Additionally I went to Motor City Comic Con today. I met Colin Baker wearing a homemade TARDIS dress. I got scared before actually meeting him because that’s what happens when I encounter people who are famous in my world.

Additionally additionally, ammend the constitution murray gold for president!

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Okay. The literal meaning of this song doesn’t really apply. What does apply is “I’m starting to panic. Wait. Remember she asked you ‘remember to breathe and everything will be okay.’” I’m tripping balls right now. I’m working 6 days a week for overtime. When I’m not working I’m trying to apply for out-of-state jobs which continues to provide a challenge. Also I try to spend time with friends while I can. I’m panicking about money and moving and how the hell am I going to tell my dad and what am I going to do so far from my sister. I want to get out of Michigan. I have 5 months til I’m thirty. If I don’t get out I never will. Humanity as a species is resistant to change and most days I pass for one of them and likewise I am resistant to the unknown. New and unknown is dangerous and terrifying. And I have a hundred and eighty nine thousand tabs open on each screen attached to my computer and i’m starting to get claustrophobic about that.

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Treasure Planet is on netflix now. I’m watching it.

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Oh yes, bitches, this is happening. Season finale of Supernatural tonight. A show I started watching because “then I’ll understand everything on tumblr.” (hahahahaha great idea IDIOT.) Basically, you only have yourself to blame for this. Everybody is going to die…AGAIN. And we’re all going to cry and then there is no more until September. At least I still have Doctor Who…until Saturday.

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Today is one of my closest and oldest friends’ birthday. Twenty-Six years ago her mumma brought a little bit more sunshine into this world. She is brilliant and wonderful and I am blessed to call her a friend. more blessed after the gap that was our relationship for several years due to, would you say, the biggest mistake either of us has ever made? Anyway. Samantha’s favorite band of, as you tumblonians say, “5eva” is Counting Crows. Her favorite Counting Crows album is “This Desert Life” so I took some time and carefully listened to the album…and found a song that I related to immensely at this moment in my life. I challenged her to guess the song I’m dedicating to her. She didn’t and I’m disappointed but ces’t la vie…maybe I should change it to “Ces’t La Vie” by B*Witched, she loves that song too (you can’t see it but this is my sarcastic face…which is a much less dirty moniker than her reference to a facebook status I made earlier by calling me “cocky face”.)

For: Sammy-J

Love: Dr. Swizzle M.D.

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I was editing my theatre resume today because I got bored submitting my real resume to real jobs and I started thinking about where it began. In high school I had a brilliant theatre teacher who sparked my passion and taught me in a way I’d never been taught before. He never gave up on me and never let me give up or cop out. He made me take risks and step out of my comfort zone (also he is the one who taught me how to build my theatre resume). Years later I got another chance to work with him on a show at another theatre. I saw the add on a local audition/tech call website and jumped at the opportunity. I’m not sure many people in my life have had quite so sincere and profound of an impact on my life and I would work for him again in a heartbeat. 

Anyway. This song was used in a production of Twelfth Night we performed in his World Drama I class my senior year. This is dedicated to Geoffrey Kopp.

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