[technically, its still monday night]

reason #3456 of why I cant live at home any longer: you come home tipsy with the sniffles and your mum insists on giving you drowsy cold syrup...aka...death.

saw 'The King's Speech' tonight, absolutely brilliant and completely deserves the oscar for best film as well as best actor (colin firth), best supporting actor (geoffrey rush), and best supporting actress (helena bonham carter AKA MY OBSESSION). It was a beautiful historical film comparative to that of 'The Young Victoria'...rich in history and uncommonly known fact.

starting work again tomorrow with The Human Race Theater Company on 'Twelfth Night'. Should be a good time as well as solid work...swooping in in the nick of time.

I promise that I'm more excited than I post, I'm just beyond exhausted (made it through 24 hours as a vegetarian...dont know if i'll make it any further. we'll see.

[ resolutions ]

It sounds as if something out of a 1950's science fiction novel, as if it should be preceded with Star Date, but here we find ourselves with not a single robot nor hover-car in sight, the year 2011. What's crazier is to think that only ten years ago the world was obsessed with the thought of doomsday and Y2K, that with the simple step into the new millennium the earth would witness the collapse of the technological world as we know it. Shame it didn't happen really, always wanted to live an adventure, guess I'll have to settle for the zombie apocalypse of 2012... judy garland could still make her comeback; I wonder if Fred Astaire was buried with his dancing shoes on...

Resolutions of the new year have been made and now begins that ever daunting task of keeping them. To those who decide to read this, though I'm sure the number are few and far between (an almost comforting thought), my suggestion to you when creating that raincloud-over-the-head list is really reflect over the past year...for me it has been one heck of a ride. I conquered theatrical monsters, graduated from university, battled a beautifully daunting future, moved to a city obsessed with gossip and vanity, formed new friendships and lost some in between, found myself torn between who I am and who I was trying to be, witnessed myself on the big screen, got lost in the city lights, held some interesting jobs, jumped head first into the television industry, hit an emotional wall, brushed myself off and took another leap of faith. But most importantly in 2010 I experienced absolute heartbreak; and that my friends, it is the most revitalizing thing in the absolutely most fucked up kind of way. Wilde couldn't have been more true when he wrote that the heart was made to be broken, through it we learn more about ourselves, about what we are made of and what we deserve in this life. A broken heart, though painful and desolate, opens our eyes to what we need not what we want; and through this, our darkest moments, we find our greatest beauty.

This will be a year to really remember. Its a feeling in the pit of my stomach, a tune softly whistling through the wind and landing in my ear. Call it eager hope, blind ambition, but it's there and I plan to make the most of it. 2010 was the year of inevitabilities, 2011 is the year of possibilities...and my friends, they're endless as long as you have the courage to pursue them.

-rp

Tribulation first makes one realize what one is...

[Marie Antoinette 1781]

[play with fire]

[carry on my romantic friends. my artisans. my freethinkers. my lovers. for when this world ends we will carry the burns of the fire of love; lost and found. to love is to risk. to fall. to leap. we hit the ground hard. but, eventually. we will carry on. while those around us. wander. empty. carry on my romantic friends. my artisans. my freethinkers. my lovers]

[october=pumpkincookies]

Reviving the old blog.

We'll see how long I can actually keep up with it.

So when we last tuned in it was 2008, now its october and 2009 has almost come and gone.

Its been a year of change, a year of adventure, and most importantly...I turned 21.

to whoever said that the thrill of drinking is gone after 21, unto you I proudly yell bullshit.

now if you'll excuse me it's the first of October and that means pumpkin and ghost cookies at the glorious Donut Bank. yes my friends, its the little things. enjoy them while we're young, the details are lost among the bitter elders.

[ps to the previous posts. angst. party of one]

.the wanderer's lament.

an old poem I dug up. don't think i've posted this one just yet. enjoy

One can wander,
for a thousand years,
all the age and wisdom of the world,
sits upon their sculpted face,
and yet,
deep within their gazing eyes,
lies all the emptiness of their soul.
To wander,
without purpose,
without drive,
without someone to hold to,
is it worth all the secrets,
this wretched world may hold?

.galileo.

I promise to actually update my life soon. Its just, at the moment, I cant seem to put a complete sentence together on how my life is going at the moment. So here's basically the title track to my life's soundtrack:

'Galileo' by the lovely Indigo Girls

Galileos head was on the block
The crime was looking up for truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth

And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now Im serving time for mistakes
Made by another in another lifetime

How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight

And then I think about my fear of motion
Which I never could explain
Some other fool across the ocean years ago
Must have crashed his little airplane

How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight

Im not making a joke, you know me
I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time till all souls get it right
Then at least I know therell be no nuclear annihilation
In my lifetime Im still not right

I offer thanks to those before me
Thats all Ive got to say
cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
But shell say look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think Ill write a book

How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach the highest light
Except for galileo God rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of galileo)
King of night vision, king of insight

How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long

.the wind brings soft whispers of change.

(new poem, first to be posted)

Alone you sit,
Alone you stand.
The calling winds,
they are coming,
gently blowing,
across your skin.
Breathe it in,
it intoxicates you,
it stirs your soul.
Adventure,
you begin to crave.
You want nothing,
but to break free,
to explore past,
this world of restrictions.
Something,
something out there,
is waiting for you.
It sits in a distant land,
calling you,
beckoning you.
In a world so repressive,
little have you ever known,
You are meant for greatness,
you will rise up,
meet the challenge.
Ignore the winds,
try if you can,
they will continue to blow,
calling you,
beckoning you.
They will keep on,
yearning to be answered,
until the day,
you rise to greatness.

______________________________

I am meant for great things, I dont know how I know this, I can just feel it. Its a constant stirring in my soul...its a restlessness like none I have ever felt before. Have you ever wondered if you were born in the wrong era. Ever wondered if there is more than meets the eye. Something which lays under the twisting winds?

I do not wish to say that I am not mildly content with my life, I enjoy where I am. Its just, I suppose, I am ready for my next adventure.