There's No Business Like Show Business Like No Business I Knoooww!

Bonjour, kind fellows! :D

I've left and returned from New York City! Originally I was quite dreading this vacation...

i.e. I don't fancy the prospect of planes unnecessarily crashing into firey destruction in the harbor with me in them, bombers wanting to take out the Big Apple while I'm in it, or killers flitting about Central Park while I'm within the vicinity.

...but, I came and went and it was AWESOME! It came in stages, though. At first, in the shock of starting in Palatine and then suddenly being THERE, I took a million pictures from the limo and was engulfed in, "WHOA!!!!! THIS. IS. THE. BEST. PLACE. EVER." Then after a day or so, I was more prone to thinking, "WTF! It smells dreadful, there's sad homeless people and weird trash everywhere, you don't know whose secretly a killer or just a lonely person, people are smoking cigarettes every five paces, and all the pretty lights we're all awed by are actually just advertisements trying to make you spend money on something stupid! Aah!" After a while, though, you get used to all this and you begin to love it again... despite it's issues.

But I've ranted long enough on that point. I may go into detail about meeting famous people and stuff later, but... not right now :) I'd just like to focus on the impact this trip has had. (Yes, this post is acting as my therapist! Haha :D)There's a lot of mindset change, thinking about life like a wannabe-philosopher-dude, lalalala, but I'm also thinking about my future occupation. I've basically had absolutely NO plausible ideas, but... I'm now thinking of getting into acting/music/theater as a life choice. I've always wanted to, but there's always endless problems... What if I can't get work? What if that makes me crazy or poor? What if I don't have a back-up plan and can't get out of the rut? What if I actually do manage to become successful, but then face horrible, overly-dramatic fame problems, like having stalkers or arrogance, etc.? What if something more meaningful is out there for me, and this is just a bad idea and a waste? Yes, so... it's not the smartest path. But, being in New York, despite my fear of evil people and creepers, I almost felt at home? Like I needed to be there? I don't know. But most importantly, I met a lot of theater people. They are so happy and friendly!! And hey, not to mention, passionate about things I love. I was so overjoyed being with them, I was tingling! (Honestly, literally tingling. Talk about psychosomatic reaction, eh?)

...Sometimes lately I've had difficulty being NOT awkward with people, I've noticed, but... these awesome theater people... they were simply fantastic. I need to spend time with them and their awesomeness; it really will do me good, I surely would think, because I've never felt happier. And the point of living life is to be happy, is it not?

That rant being said, I'm looking into attending Stagedoor Manor next summer (or the summer after that if I'm too late to get accepted). In a nutshell, it sounds like the greatest place since sliced bread! ...Because bread is a place now. ? :) It's ridiculously expensive, though, so I'm going to get a job in August and maybe collect cans for money. My parents seem on board so far, thankfully :) Strangely, actually, considering. Guess we'll see how this goes?

Oh my goodness! Oh, Merlin's beard! Sweet peaches! For the love of Saint Bridgette! ...In other words, that was long! I'M SO SORRY! I'll try not to do that again!