What's up?

Sometimes I get lonely/bored.

And when that happens I tend to venture over to Omegle and talk to some random people across the globe. And trust me, you can find some weird ones.

But most of the time I'm surprised how people will just end the conversation before even saying "Hi" or "What's up?".  I tend to think of myself as an interesting person, but to not even give me a chance?  That person could have really liked me!

At least I wait until crazy girl tells me that she likes to draw runes on her arms before I end a conversation.

Manners people.  Learn some.

In The Summer Time When The Weather Is Hot...

....although it hasn't been about 65 since Monday.  But yay! for summer!  So I am back at home in the drab town of Austin where I am isolated with little to no social contact.....I love it.  At least for the first week or so this is how I plan on spending my time.  The only time I will be spending with others is when I have to go to work as the shop foreman and designer at the community theatre.  

In other news, I am on my 5th round of the Sherlock seasons.  Only God knows how many more times I'll get through it until the glorious 3rd season gets handed down to us by Moffat like the Holy Grail to King Arthur.

Did I mention we are doing Spamalot this summer?  Should be fun, expect more about that around August. 

Speaking of the British, I am also starting a daily log of my tea consumption.  I will measure how many cups a day of tea I drink.  I'm already at 4 cups today, and I'm feeling a need for another cuppa....

LOTS OF BIRDS OUTSIDE!  Next post will include the remarkable array of bird species that have bombarded my  bird feeders.  

TTFN

4 serial suicides and now a note....Oh it's Christmas!!!

Big Love

So today I closed my latest design.  Big love so far has been my best design and I am extremely proud of my work on the show.  3 weeks of hanging and focusing, 15 hours of cueing, and 4 techs later I produced a design worthy of Charles Mee and his complicated characters.

Here are some photos of my design:

Again, very proud of my design.  I thought it was award worthy.  Unfortunately I did not receive an award on this but I don't need a piece of paper to make me happy with my work.  I have gained more confidence in myself as a designer and I know I will continue to make beautiful designs and succeed as a designer.  

I'm still alive!

I have proven to be as lazy and not dedicated to this blog as I was to every Lisa Frank journal I beg my mother to buy me as a child.  

Maybe I'm not lazy though.  Maybe my life is uneventful and not worthy of anything to write about.  

Not sure....

Here's what recently has been going on in my life:

I'm currently in the  middle of designing light for the show Big Love at school.  It is my first design in the big theatre and frankly, I'm terrified.  The show is very beautiful and I'm trying my darnedest to make my lights as equally beautiful.  My last show I worked with a mere 60 lights.  Pretty simple.  For some reason my head exploded at the idea of having a ginormous stage to work with and will be in control of 100+ lights.  Guh...

Not that I don't have faith in myself, but I may wet my pants a few times during cueing.

In a couple weeks I hope to post some photos and a more detailed design process for my records.

I went bird watching for the first time!  

Honestly it was a lot more fun than I had imagined getting up at dawn to go look at duck through binoculars would be.  Not that I'm obsessed with ducks or anything, but does anyone have any idea of how many AWESOME looking ducks there are?  Here's my favorite:

  The hooded merganser.  LOOK AT HIM!  The thing has a frickin mow hawk!  This guy is the bad ass of all avian reptiles.  

Speaking of birds, I discovered my spirit animal is an owl.  Expect to see a new tattoo in the future.  

I spent my first shift as a bartender yesterday.  I am no officially skilled and prepared to make any drink.  Except a Manhattan, for some reason I suck at making those.  

   

I think that pretty much sums up my happenings of the most recent.  I'm off to meet the Jesse on the xbox to kill some aliens.  

Till next time!

JESSE MEH!

MY BEST FRIEND JESSE IS COMING TOMORROW!!

This is my best friend Jesse.  She is amazing.  She has been my only true constant in my life.  We were forced to sit together on the bus in second grade, and that's how it all started.  We know absolutely everything about each other and have been there for each other since the beginning.  I don't know what I would do without her.  I am just SO PUMPED to see her and spend the weekend together!!  We will be doing St. Patty's day right!

The Reichenbach Fall Truth

Since Moffat thinks us Sherlockians can hang around and wait another year for the 3rd season I  decided to watch the series so far again.  Today I reached the ending, the infamous Reichenbach fall.  This time however, some things stuck out and smacked me in the face.  

Now I don't think I have it ENTIRELY figured out, but here's what I've got so far:

 First:  The two buildings.  When John first arrives, he starts to head for the building that Sherlock is standing on top of.  Sherlock tells him to stop and go back to where he got out of the cab.  This way there is this nice building in between them so John never actually sees Sherlock land after he jumps.  This also buys Sherlock some time since John has to run all the way around the building.

 Second: The truck.  Just as John is rounding the corner of the building we see this truck full of garbage bags.  SOFT. SQUISHY. Garbage bags.  Sherlock actually jumped INTO this truck and while John was running around the building he used the time to get out and onto the sidewalk.

Problem:  This is the one thing I can't figure out.  We see this nice aerial view of the scene and there is blood pooling from Sherlock's head.  He may of had a blood pack on him and broke it when John was running, but I tend to think he would not of had that much time.

Third: This jerk.  This guy on a bike runs into John just as he is about to go to Sherlock, knocking him out.  Again, giving the people time to make it look like Sherlock is dead.  This also leaves John very disorientated, making him not comprehended everything.

Fourth: Guy with blood pack.  Now I can't take all of the credit for this one.  I found a post on pinterest that pointed out this guy grabbing a blood pack while John is knocked out on the road.    He could have used to get the nice streak marks we see on Sherlock's face.

Fifth:  Witnesses.  Now you may be asking: "But what about all of the people?  Wouldn't they be  witnesses to Sherlock's death?"  Yes they would.  They would be great witnesses to Sherlock's death.  Especially if they are homeless.  Throughout the show, Sherlock talks about his connection with the homeless network.  So it would not be hard for him to hire them out to be pretend witnesses and doctors.

How would they have gotten the uniforms?  Molly works at the hospital and earlier in the episode Sherlock says he needs her.  He is getting her help to set his death up.  

Once John finally gets to Sherlock, the people stop him from getting too close.  Yes he does grab Sherlock's wrist to take a pulse, but I feel he would have been too disorientated to get one.

SO THERE YOU GO!

Punctuality

Something I believe is the most important manner.

Punctuality.
It's not only polite, but it is the most professional impression someone can make. Everyone is appreciative of someone who shows up on time and is ready to do.
I have imbedded in my being now to be punctual. I was taught at a young age that: "Ten minutes early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable." If you are asking someone to give you their time, the least you can do is be on time for your appointment.
As a theatre major, you have to realize that sometimes you only get one shot. And if you are even a minute late, you won't even be considered for whatever you are applying/auditioning for.
Time is money.
So here I sit for the last 15 minutes waiting for someone that I offered to tutor in a subject they are having difficulty with. Any word? No.
At least I have my frozen yogurt.

Vacation's all I ever wanted

I think I've seen enough of America. Time for me to get out and see the world!

Places to visit (in no particular order):

Australia
England
France
Ireland (I will also live here someday)
Thailand
Vietnam (just for the phó)
China
Japan (need to see a kabuki performance)
Greece (Retirement home)
Italy
Africa (anywhere)

It's is just a preliminary list. I will be adding more and *fingers crossed* hopefully be checking some off soon!

Here we go

Just as the title suggests, I plan on using this to gush the overload of the thoughts that seems to cloud my brain on occasion.  
I have been alone since Wednesday night, which is saying something for me.  Not that I'm completely dependent on human interaction (though it is nice), I have found this time useful in some self reflection.  I have come to the conclusion that something is missing.  Upon reflecting on my life and where I am at right now, there is an obvious hole that threatens to pull my chest inward until my ribs crack.  
Let me state now that I am not here for followers.  I don't consider myself special in any sense of the word and I'm sure plenty of people have the same strange feelings and thoughts.  This is for my own personal benefit so I can get things out before I wind up in a corner, never having been able to voice my thoughts.
Hang on...I have to put the dogs away...ok back.
I'm aware I didn't need to put that but hey, I have a sense of humor and why not add some to an otherwise dull or off putting post?
Back to my feels.  There just seems to be something in the air trying to push me in a direction I have been blind to for awhile.  My entire life I have been...."sensitive" to my surroundings.  I am an extremely observant person, and after a short conversation with you I am able to remember things that other people may have completely ignored.  So it doesn't surprise me when I notice a stillness that otherwise would not have been apparent in my life.  
So what's wrong?  Where am I suppose to go?  What am I suppose to be doing?  What will I eat for dinner?  
Maybe the real problem is that I can't stand not knowing something.  My biggest weakness is admitting that I can not do something, so it almost kills me not understanding what is going on.  
I know at this age it is common to question your decisions in life and whether or not you are going in the right direction, but this is something different.  I will graduating in December with my degree in Technical Theatre where I then hope to go on to be a lighting designer.  Designing is what I love, so there is no confusion in if I am heading in the right direction.  Maybe I have missed a step somewhere...
Enough with the grim talk.  I will end this post here.  I hope my future posts will consist of my life doings and humorous occurrences that happens quite often.  
ta ta for now,
Kristine