My mind is busy.

Summer job applications.
Midterms for swimming lessons.
Got pay check today.
Money for laptop.
Money for University.
Summer French course next year.
American Idol on Tuesday.
Cell on Wednesday.
Prop shopping on Thursday.
Props are due on Monday.
Email teacher about park bench.
Find a Baha'i song.
Sudokus.
Read book.
Take pictures for yearbook.
French presentation on wednesday.
Interview on Saturday.
Interview on Monday.
Develop character for Nina.
Don't zone out when talking to friends.
Choral fest on Friday.
Find commics for cute book bought at Kensington Market.
I smell like chlorine.
Jesus, help me trust you.
James Morrison.
17 days left of school till the Seagull.
Ah!

So here's the deal.

I'm being avoided. Well, maybe not avoided, but definitely ignored. When I think about it though, it really doesn't peeve me much.

I'm going to Chinatown this weekend with my brother. I'm actually so excited. We're going to eat Chinese food.

I realized that I haven't written in my diary since last July.

But who needs a diary when you've got a blog, lyrics and friends to dish out all the stuff that's going on in your life. Is there really time to sit down and write in a diary? I wish.

Nobody ever writes hand-written letters anymore. That disappoints me.

Life is altogether too busy.

I'm also realizing just how true the statement "Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same." It pretty much applies to a lot of areas in my life.

There is a bird fluttering around in the eaves troff just outside my window.

I can't stop loving Jesus.

But when I come back to the heart of it all.
And remember how much You love me.
And let Your sweet words sing me to sleep.
It all drifts away.
And all that's left is just You and me.

If it hadn't been for theatre...

People sing about love.
Because love is powerful.
It's what makes the world go round.
It what makes me crazy about Jesus.
And from it stems laughter.
And tears.
And every other emotion.

I may be irritated with the lack of creativity playing on the radio.
But what can I say, we're all longing to be loved.
We're just searching for it in the wrong place.

...'Oxygen' would not have been on Youtube. Or would it have been?
I never know what experience a new song will spring out of.

Listening to: Undiscovered - James Morrison

Don't miss out on the Anime conference.

So, for the first time in my life I understood that being homeless does not define you.
I think I knew that before, but this is the first time that I actually processed the thought in my mind.
I spent six and a half hours talking and hanging out with people that were 'homeless'.
And I forgot.
I forgot about where I came from.
I forgot about my assumptions about where they came from.
We were just people.
My heart broke a little.
I got healed a little.
I threw those culture-fed stereotypes out the window.

It was the best community experience I've had in a long time.
Because if anybody has community, it's Sanctuary.

17.

It feels like Spring outside.
I played basketball today on my driveway.
It was excellent.
I read my book outside on a patio chair in only a sweatshirt.
I went for a walk, and didn't freeze my face off.
I drove home from London with the windows down.
Yup, it's definitely Springtime.

It's really refreshing to be around people that are diligent about keeping their word.

Thoughts...

Songs are always nicer when you know the story behind them.
What is a song if it doesn't have a message, if there's no emotion? It defeats the purpose of music altogether.

Trying to learn how not to give away the ending when acting; to live in the moment.
It's incredibly hard to be a character when you have no clue what they are thinking.
I really need to spend some quality time with Nina.

Well, thank goodness for creative expression...

We are addicted to passion.