There to meet with Macbeth

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace, from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by and idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.


Famous words from Macbeth. Interesting to see a character who behave in such villainous ways say some of the most moving and human words in Shakespeare. And interesting to see them said at the end of the play instead of in their usual spot after Lady Macbeth's death.
Joel Sass, ladies and gentlemen. What a visionary director! He's the same man who created that stunning Pericles from a couple years ago, which I don't think I'll forget as long as I live. I'm not liable to forget this Macbeth either. Wow. Just wow. One of the production interns said it was basically a modern interpretation, but set in a nightmare about the English Blitzkrieg. That's not a bad description. It really was nightmarish. The Wyrd Sisters were completely terrifying and fantastic. Also, they didn't have faces.
This is what I want to do when I grow up.
Completely strong cast. Eerie and amazing design on costumes, music, props, and SET. Visually and auditorially entrancing, all of it. And the gods created a perfect night for it: Rolling mist and swirling winds that picked up at uncannily appropriate moments.
THEATER.

A Full Day

I've broken the habit of writing in here, maybe because I am much happier now than I used to be. But I want to write tonight, and I don't want to be slowed by the speed of my hands. Typing is still not as fast as my mind, few things are, but it is certainly severa steps up in that particular arena. Am I being conceited? I think I am being accurate. I am far more intelligent than the majority of people, and I bear both the advantages and disadvantages of that. I like to know what I am capable of. For example: I am an excellent actress. I am a rubbish basketball player. I am very empathic and kind. I am also overly emotional and spoiled.
There. Balance. As I said to Kailyn earlier today, Life is a grand balancing act. Everything is balance. Even story is balance. That's why I hated the Pursuit of Happyness. No balance. Some artistry, yes, but no balance and a great deal of emotional manipulation and pandering to boot.
Well.
I miss people terribly. Kailyn and Caleb and Hanin and Ilian and Jaren and Danielle and Javier. I miss everyone. I miss Holden Caulfield. Ha. I miss what I have just left, even as I rejoice in having finally found the road I have craved for so many years. The problem with wishing for something with such conviction is that when you get it, even when it makes you happy, it is rarely what you dreamed.
Today is a day of grieving. It took me by surprise. The morning was one of happy lazy-active summeriness, just as the rest of the weekend was. The tears hit me by surprise.
I miss my Grandpa. I love my Grandpa.
There is a taughtness across the roof of my mouth sometimes when I cry. I wonder what it stems from.