Isn’t it Funny. . .

… that we always seem to grow apart as time goes by? The thing that has brought this topic to my attention is the musical. During the rehearsals leading up to musical and during the musical itself, the group became extremely tight. You could talk to anyone in the cast and it wouldn’t feel weird. It was a sort of mutual understanding that musical was musical and everyone belonged. But now that musical is over, things will eventually go back to the way things were before.

That’s just how things work I guess.

The people in the musical came from all different groups (as segregated as that may sound, it’s very true). During the musical some barriers were broken and some became good friends, but for the most part, the participants will return to their respective groups. You may say hi to them a couple times in the hall and go on your way. Soon, the relations degrade and you don’t have the musical there to connect you all together again. I find this extremely frustrating and disappointing. Despite the main reason behind musicals (putting on a performance) I found myself joining it due to the social aspect. It is always spoken of as a great experience for everyone in it. And it truly is during the time. However, it’s also very bittersweet. It’s understood that the group doesn’t stick together for long afterwards.

Sure there’ll be musical parties where we’ll all join together and reminisce about the good times we’ve had, but they’re just that: times for remembering. After the parties have ended, the previously unknown to you will once more become unknown. Musicals are truly great experiences. It’s unfortunate that they become only memories so soon afterwards.



Recently, there’s been one thing that has both excited and scared me at the same time. In about a month, I’ll be graduating from high school and moving off to Ontario where I’ll know just about no one. Then in September I’ll be enrolled in an Ontario university, where once more I’ll know just about nobody. People say going from junior high to senior high is a big step, but for me it wasn’t. Basically you had a bit more freedom; you got to choose what courses to take and that was about it. You still lived at home and your parents were around just about every day.

At university, it’ll be much, much different.

Think about it this way. I’ll be living in a dorm for a good 8 months of the year by myself with no one to take responsibility for me but myself. Just recently, I was home by myself for less than a week and I managed to lock myself out of the house and ate less than luxuriously. I have a feeling that the beginning of my university studies will be very interesting to say the least.

I also need to pick up a computer of some sort. I’m not yet sure whether I’m going to go with a desktop that’ll sit in my dorm or a laptop that I could carry around. I say could because I’m not sure if I’ll actually write anything down on a laptop in class. Plus, having a laptop in class is like asking for a distraction. It’s taken me quite a bit of thinking and I still haven’t made up my mind. I think it’s true; ignorance is bliss. The more you know, the harder it is to make a decision you’ll be happy with.

Anyways, I’m going to go take a shower now. I’m heading out to pick up my first pair of sunglasses later today. I never really could get sunglasses since I had glasses before, but now that I’ve got contacts, I can.


Do you ever…

… get that feeling that you’ve got lots of things to do but not really enough time? Well it’s how I feel right now. Musical’s taking a lot out of me but in the back of my mind, I know that I need to catch up on a week’s worth of schoolwork as well. It’s been nagging me and I know i’ll need to do it sooner or later. In this case though, later sounds a whole lot better.

So off I go to another fantastic day of performances (hopefully).