I’m a hard worker. Anyone that knows me knows I’m a hard worker. And, typically, in my world hard worker = workoholic. XD

At the moment, I have two jobs: one making and working on pieces for fancy wooden dollhouses and one at my campus’s bookstore. Typically, I work three days a week: two at job #1 and one at job #2. It’s not a whole lot, but it’s perfect with my full time school schedule.

Well, every year, the bookstore gets slammed the first week of classes, and we call that “rush.” It’s not a bad thing by any means, but it does mean a lot of stress on everyone to be absolutely perfect. We’re always awesome employees and are perfect, but there’s a lot more stress added on during rush.

I am getting a bit nervous about all the hours I’m working, however. Not only do I start classes myself, but I also start rehearsals for the “Tempest” and I’m still performing “You Can’t Beat the House” this weekend. On top of all of this, my job #1 boss wants me to come in and work next week on top of the 30-ish hours I’m working at the bookstore.

In order to keep my sanity, I’ve taken the stance, “Well, look at the paychecks I’ll be receiving!”

I know that sounds sort of terrible, but it’s true. I’ll be getting two awesome pay checks in a week-ish. Considering I still owe quite a bit on my Macbook Pro, this will definitely take some of that down. And it gives me extra costume money to make cosplays for anime cons. ;D

But I think I’ll be okay with a little help from the delicious energy drink Amp. I’m really only concerned about being wide awake when we open at the bookstore, and staying focused at rehearsal. Thankfully, I only have rehearsal Wednesday for Tempest, and then it’s just a brush up rehearsal and two performances of my other show. Come Sunday, I’m going to probably crash pretty hard. XD

I may have to work more than one day the week after, and that’d be awesome! More hours are always good, but I just hope I work Monday. That way, I can work Monday-Thursday at both of my jobs, and sleep hard for four days straight.

What would I do without Amp or Mountain Dew? XD

I know this is so cliche, but it only seemed natural to write a post like this to bring Dottish into the new year.

I know I’ve been MIA on the blogging scene here. Honestly, I had no idea that anyone at all was still reading this, which is why I stopped blogging. XD

I’ve never had a year go by as quickly as 2010 did. Looking back, it’s probably because I basically had a year full of mayhem and insanity. But I guess, with me, it was inevitable that I’d do that to myself. XD

Let’s see…what did I do in 2010?
- Performed in 5 shows (a week after 2010, it’d be 6)
- Watched a lot of reality shows on Bravo (<33)
- Got ridiculously close with my mother
- Attended two anime cons
- Got a second job
- Massively improved my sewing skills
- Upgraded a lot of my technology
- Went on vacation to Arizona
- Flew my best friend Heather here for a week
- Dated a few guys, didn’t find love but grew a lot
- Made a YouTube channel dedicated to dancing and singing, and already have 51 subscribers in barely 2 months

And looking at this and the amount of hours dedicated to all of this…no wonder 2010 just disappeared.

Dozens of friends have come and gone, family has come and gone, and I’m stronger than ever before.

I’m pumped to start blogging here again. I’m sure it’ll be full of rambles about anything and everything. My life inspires me, and I hope that maybe I can inspire you with my blog as well.

I won’t be blabbering about my day to day events, but those will, of course, come into play, since they’re a part of my life.

And now I’m going to continue drinking my Mountain Dew Code Red (aka the best drink ever) and hope it gives me the energy I need/want to go downstairs and work on sewing a costume.

I plan to do a lot in 2011 (unsurprisingly)

I’m a good kid. I’ve always been a good kid. I did try alcohol and weed once, but I was kind of forced into both. It’s not my scene.

I don’t like underage drinking. I hate people that party and then let the partiers drive themselves home. I can’t comprehend the “party scene” type of people, and I don’t really understand clubs.

Maybe I’m just naive. Maybe I’m actually conservative and I never realized it until now.

I know for sure, however, that none of this stops me from having a good time. I don’t need alcohol to laugh, I have friends that do that for me.

If I need a “high” to keep me going, I start cleaning or do something that makes me happy like drawing or writing.

I was telling one of my friends in the cast of Chicago with me last night about this, and she said, “You know, good for you. Seriously. I wish more people thought like you.”

I quickly discovered that I’m not the only one in the world that is like this, even though a lot of people just assume the majority parties.

My addiction? Adrenaline.

I feed off of the adrenaline I get playing video games, or performing, or even just learning and doing choreography. I love memorizing lines and stressing myself out. Perhaps that makes me a masochist, but I enjoy all of this because, at the end of the day, I’ve accomplished something great.

Some times I end up in the fetal position crying myself to sleep thinking about everything I have to do in the morning, but, usually, I’m smiling to myself going, “I can’t believe I got all that done.”

I’ve tried living my life simply. When I was with my ex, I didn’t do anything for a long time but hang out with him (aka watch TV and movies, and him play video games). Looking back at those times, I had fun, but I was bored out of my mind. I was more depressed then than any other time in my life, aside from when my father left.

When I was watching Bethenney Getting Married? on Bravo, Bethenney said something like, “I never thought it was possible to have everything I’ve ever wanted, but then I got it all at once.” I wonder if my life is like that–the first part of the sentence, I mean. Being straightlaced makes some things difficult.

The search for a boyfriend and even friends can be difficult when so many around me love to party. I just can’t do it. I tried to be a partier when my ex and I were together, but it wasn’t me. I’ll forever be a nerd, and I’m now damn proud of that. If I can simply find a guy that accepts me for all the weird things I love and am, I’ll have found my perfect match.

But, in the last year, every time I thought I found one, he turned out to be heavily into drugs or alcohol, and simply hid it from me. It really stinks that this has to be such a major part of my life in a way, but I’m glad that I’m as much of a “goody two shoes” as I am.

In the last few months, I learned that partying all the time was something I could avoid in all types of relationships. I can, in fact, just be myself. I met the most amazing group of people through theatre/improv at my campus that are just like me. Some times, they do casually drink, but they’re over 21 and they only have a beer or a glass of wine. My only wish is that I had found these people sooner.

They’ve made me feel like such a cool person for exactly who I am. They love that I attend anime cons in cosplay, that my drink of choice is Code Red, and that I’m majoring in Computer Technology because my favorite thing outside of theatre is technology. The best part? They accept all my eccentricities and flaws with hugs and smiles. When I trip over absolutely nothing, they tell me I’m cute. When I don’t know the meaning of something like a drug, they laugh and explain it to me. They don’t make fun of me. They actually like me.

In my 20 years of existence, this is kind of a first. Friends that don’t like drinking. Friends that like me. My hope is that these people never leave my life and that we can find more epically amazing people to add to our tight knit “family.”

Be who you are, not who others want you to be.

If there’s one thing I enjoy, it’s being a hermit.

I like going time without leaving my house. I like that I don’t meet a lot of people. I love not dealing with others. Yes, I can deal well with people, but do I enjoy it? No, not at all. I’ve never had issues getting along with others and have been told numerous times how easy I am to love.

But I’m an introvert. A huge, huge introvert. In the theatre and at anime cons, I find it’s incredibly easy to be surrounded by others and never have a moment of alone time, but anywhere else and I become a nervous mute. If I could have any wish, I would wish that I could spend my days in the safety of my home, only leaving to go shopping with my closest friend(s) , anime cons and the theatre.

Recently, I went to the mall with my brother and his girlfriend, and was promptly ditched to wander by myself. I wandered around by myself shaking with fear to the point of tears in the dressing rooms in Old Navy. I couldn’t handle it. I can’t deal with being somewhere surrounded by people I don’t know.

I’m not sure what it is about anime cons and the theatre. There, I’m so obnoxious and hyper, and willing to talk to anyone. At a restaurant, I even desperately try to avoid ordering for myself. It literally makes me want to throw up.

I know a lot of people deal with this problem, and I wish I had a solution. I’ve tried to conquer this anxiety my entire life. When I was a little kid, I would throw a huge fit when I was without my mother. She was the comfort blanket that removed this anxiety. Now, I have numerous “blankets,” but, most times, I’m alone.

That’s why I take online classes and probably why I’m so very good at communication via text, but terrible in person or on the phone.

I hope that I can get away from this anxiety one day, but I’m not sure how I ever will.

But, in the mean time, I’m incredibly content working in an environment with only one person, and usually alone, and spending the rest of my time either alone or at the theatre.

The last year, I learned what I would consider to be a lot more important than people think. Holding hands isn’t just for couples at all.

When my very best friend in the world, Heather, came to visit in July last year, my beloved cat, Buttercup, had to be put down. She was with us when we had to rush him to the emergency vet. She stayed by my side for hours while we sat there wondering what would be happening to my cat. But before that, we had the 40 minute drive to make. It was torture. Would he even sustain life long enough to make it to the vet? I just remember watching his chest rise and fall and being so terrified and nervous. I had my hand on his carrier and Heather reached and grabbed mine. She held my hand most of that night. She hugged me, she gave me calming words and I can’t begin to describe the feeling of someone holding your hand to comfort you. It’s about a million times better than anything but being held by a boy you’re in love with, as experience has shown me.

The list of people that have held my hand is short. But today, two more were added to that list.

As I’ve mentioned, I was doing an absolutely amazing show called Tartuffe. I love Tartuffe so much and it is definitely the best show I have ever done. I can’t even tell you what our weak link was. We didn’t have one. We were a strong ensemble, strong individually, strong artistically, strong in every way, and friendship was the key to all of that.

Today was our final performance and I had been thinking and thinking about how I would react to everyone leaving and what I would say to each person. I kept thinking, “It’ll be fine! You’ll still see everyone around campus.”

Our beloved and amazing director gave us a speech before warm ups, as did the guy who portrayed my character’s father, Orgon. During those two speeches, I became very emotional. So much so that I put my hand on the girl who played my step-mother, Elmire’s, leg. The women in this cast became a family. Elmire had become a best friend to me and a mother figure in a way. She put her hand down and silently comforted me while tears fell. Eventually, I grabbed the hand of the girl that played my grandmother, Madame, and I noticed that all of the girls were holding hands in the front row together. It made us stronger and able to do the show with the comedy and intensity we’ve delivered this whole run.

But it did have to come to a close. We tore the set down, ate dinner together, talked, bonded and people trickled out. My closest friends remained, but I broke down when one of those friends had to leave with her husband. She and I had bonded the most from the start. She played the character Dorine, a character I react the most with in the show, and she and I were always there supporting each other and attacking each other with love. She’s got the most beautiful heart.

She needed to leave so she went around saying goodbyes. I was the first one and, when she hugged me, the last thing I wanted to do was let go. I wanted to hold on. I didn’t want to lose her presence in my life. I sobbed. I totally sobbed. Before I knew it, I found myself being tightly hugged by Elmire. She is such a wonderful soul, and an old soul. She was saying things like, “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ll still have me around in the next show. It’ll be fine, honey.” She spoke like I know my mother would have, had she been there.

Thankfully, the guy who played my love interest, Valere, who is also a dear friend of mine for many years took it upon himself to make me laugh. I was being tossed around in the air like an ice skater.

There’s a certain power to holding hands. You don’t have to date someone to hold their hand. You do have to care for them. It’s truly amazing as to how much a simple motion like that can help a person.

Thank you for holding my hand and being there for me, those that have. Thank you.