Whispering Wind

Good things are going to happen today. I can feel it. Nevermind the weather. I have good vibrations. Check out the pic below. The Mars Global Surveyer Orbiter took this picture of a crater. Looks like Mars is happy to see us!

Went to Best Buy the other day. I felt dwarfed! That place is huge! I hadn't planned on buying anything, but I saw somehing I couldn't pass up: the complete first season of Mork and Mindy on DVD. It's one one of the best presents I've ever given myself. I like to gift myself when I'm feeling down, and watching Robin Williams be an absolute genius is definately a pick-me-up! I'm going to try and find a place where they screen tshirts so I can get a Mork and Mindy one. SHAZBOT!

A nice pick-me-up to the end of my day was the addition of a new face to my cute guy friend list: Luke, an easygoing neo hippy who rides the bus because he got too many speeding tickets and had his license taken away. No one but me seems to ride the bus of their own free will.

Working on Scene #2 today in rehearsal, in which I am dead for most of it. I die five or six times I think. Being dead is fun. Morbid mood brought on by lack of sleep and a stupid math class. No one comments here anymore. I knew the attention would end sooner or later. Fine with me. Not like I'm not used to being alone. A haiku to capture the moment:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;   &nbs p;     ;         & nbsp; Warm-hearted human
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;   &nbs p;     ;         & nbsp; A welcome heat to fall air:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   &nb sp;   &nbs p;     ;         & nbsp; His sweeping, black coat

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Here's my new Native American actor pick: Adam Beach. Not really that new, since he has been in a couple movies from the 90s, but mainly just new to me. Check him out in Windtalkers, Smoke Signals, Coyote Waits, and Skinwalkers. I'm not sure, but he may have made a cameo in the highly naughty show called Bliss on the channel Oxygen. A guilty pleasure of the single woman...;) Added bonus for all my fellow canooks- he's from Manitoba.

It's definately a rain-gear day here in the land of the windy city. Water isn't a curse, however, as many modern humans would like to see it as. Water gives life. Well, that and sun, but we're not having much of that today. I have a jam-packed week ahead of me. School 18 hours, work 16 hours, and rehearsal 15 hours. I better find my ginseng, because I'm going to need all the help I can get.

Made some tofu brownies for the cast yesterday. The other vegan besides me practically jumped on me with joy, since he hadn't had a brownie since he was 15. I feel his pain. Making more for today, I think. Midterm break started today, and thus I am off from school. And working. At least this morning. The fresh autumn air is one of the best things I know to wake up with. It's a Turkish bath for your lungs. 
My guy scene is metamorphosizing like a cloud to a stoned person. Out with the totally wrong for me, and on the with chase. I like hunting. ;)

I can't believe how humiliating begging is. I have a newfound sympathy for panhandlers. One of the kids on my bus gave me a dollar for the bus home. I couldn't help myself. I had to give him a bear hug. If there is a god, please bless him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really love human beings. When you're as low as you can go, that's when the real human beings shine. That's when you find out who you can count on.

Forgot my wallet at home today. It has everything in it. Money, debit cards, etc. I have no money to get home. ( My bus pass ran out this morning.) So now I'm going to have to beg for handouts until I scrape enough together to get a bus fare home. Too bad hitchhiking's dangerous here. I know I'm in the musical Hair, but I didn't realize fate would hand me an oppourtunity to see what it really is like to be a poor hippy! I'll manage somehow. Good thing I know some people in my math class.

A beautiful fall day and a crisp morning greeted me as I opened my eyes and attempted to wrinkle my numb nose. The breeze had been tugging at my blankets all night, sneaking its icy fingers to caress an exposed shoulder and arm, so I was grateful for the morning and the opportunity to traipse downstairs for a hot shower.
My plans today, unlike those of the younger set, who have the day off from school, consist of classes. As soon as they are over, I plan to start my meditations in the park. I am seeking a vision that will help me with some of the human issues I've been trying to sort out. I have yet to discover any sort of spirit guide, so for the time being I'm asking for a sign from any source, and not being discriminatory in the least.

Human relationships are very complex. Aaron turned out to be something I didn't want. He's like a puppy you have to shake off your leg because it keeps humping it. I need a strong dog, a fullgrown wolf.
I need to go to Seattle. Homesickness for my place in the world comes in waves, like nausea, and I feel like I'm being pulled. It's not my fault I was born in the wrong place.

I've been getting famously along with one of my cast members, and he's homeschooled. Well has been anyway. Talking about the pros and cons I realized that he's so much better off than I am in some respects, and so much worse off than I am in others. For example, he didn't have to move the speed of everyone else, so he finished everything up to high school by age 16. And he is family oriented, which I think is something severely lacking in my household. Everyone has their own schedules, and there hardly is time to be together. I don't really talk to my parents anymore, except maybe for a hi or bye here and there as I'm dashing out the door. We all have very full plates. Aaron works for his uncle who has 10 kids!!! If he hadn't told me he was Baptist I would have thought he was Catholic!
On the other hand, I can write and express myself better than he can because I've had so much practice. He's a much more touchy feely physical person, and he says what he wants with his hands and his face. But since I'm a very good reader of people, it's no trouble. He's not stupid or mentally challenged or anything, he just uses body language more. He's very intuitive and hasn't been spoiled by the world that tells you to put on an appearance. He's genuine. :) I'm going to look forward to rehearsals now.