Life Is a Rollar Coaster, Musical is a Pain, My Life is a Summer's Day

So since my internet hasn't been working at home, I haven't had much time to write.
I think of this blog as, well, almost like a journal. It's private, but only so much that it gives me the false belief that I can write whatever I want. So I have to be careful, but maybe there's someone who can actually see the world through my eyes now.

Speaking of eyes...Mine have makeup smothered on them. So. Much. Make. Up. So. Much. Drama. So. Much. Music. So. Much. Fun. Tears. Laughter. Smiles. Jokes. Pains. Fears. Successes. Dresses. Hookers. Missionaries. Gamblers. Drunks. Bums. Chips. Whoppers. Fun. Tears. Laughter. Make. Up. SO MUCH.

I never know why I actually do musical until I'm actually in the show, changing costumes, moving sets, switching lipstick colors, tripping on my heels, laughing with friends, hugging backstage, hating "hookers," singing songs, and everything else under the sun (or those blasted lights that temporarily cause blindness). It makes me happy. Don't ask me why, but it does, and that's all I expect from myself, even though it doesn't always happen.

Sure, I still wish for things. Lots of things actually, for myself, my friends, my family, the world. But musical makes me happy when life before just gets boring. Musical (literally) keeps me on my toes.

So that's all I ask: happiness.