Life feels truly okay at the moment. And it would appear that things can only get better from here. I'm about as satisfied as I can be.

For one thing, the future of my employment status is looking brighter. More on that later.

The writing is picking up and getting more interesting. I'm discovering ways to incorporate things I never thought would be important in my life, such as dreams I used to have as a child. I guess this is the reason I've remembered them for fifteen years. While we're on the subject, if anyone knows of any literary publications that will consider sudmissions from the likes of me, let me know. I tend to write things that are surreal, dream-like, romantic, dark and nearly always gay in nature.

Now, for the final really cool thing that life has given me. All actor/singer/theatre type people will want to listen up for this one. This fall, I will be directing The Pirates of Penzance at MIT! How cool is that? I'm so excited about this! I can hardly wait to get started.  I invite all who are so inclined to come down and be a part of the piratical magic that will surely unfold.

In other news, I'm slowly but surely becoming obsessed with Lifehouse.  Good stuff!

"The farmers better not be complaining in August, or I'll go piss on their crops!" - My mother, in reaction to all the rain we've been having.

"Him" was a little known early 80's recording by none other than the fabulous Sarah Brightman. Check out the video. She's young, super sexy, and totally awesome!



Note she's not wafer thin like todays "beauties." Just sayin'....

I thought I'd try my hand at that "Post your 42nd journal entry thing." After reading my 42nd journal entry, I've decided it's probably best that I don't. I certainly hope that's not the meaning of my life.

I was in Harvard Square yesterday with some cool people: Kaeleigh (it was her birthday), Joe (who's totally awesome), and Kaeleigh's friend Shannon (also awesome). I've decided that I should find myself in Harvard Square more often. It's a nice place.

I'm feeling strange today, in an eerily positive way. Maybe it's the weather. I love it when it rains. I recently said that to my friend Lucas and his response was, "That wasn't hard to guess."

Tonight, I see Lucas' play. He's in Broadway Bound at the Mansfield Music and Arts Society. It will be fabulous by virtue of Lucas being in it and me being out of the house on a Friday evening.

There's so much going on and not an ounce of it is in the physical world. That is to say, it's all happening in this tired brain of mine. I'd like to write about it, but I wouldn't trust it to make any sense.

Not even my sleep is relaxing. I dream almost nightly of all the people I want to see but who've proven quite difficult to get a hold of. It's been terribly frustrating. So much so that I can't even write. Everything that comes out is about people I miss and my concerns.

I guess the message here is that I'd like to hear from people....

My opera horizons are being expanded. I've recently seen L'Elisir D'Amore in Boston with Rosie and Madama Butterfly and Hansel and Gretel on PBS.  I'm pleased, so far, by what I see and hear.  It makes me want to investigate this opera stuff a little further.  Any titles you think I might enjoy?

Eel. It's not disgusting. Not my favorite, but definitely not as disgusting as something named "eel" should be.

I'm liking my part in Ruddigore. Dick Dauntless is such a cocky bastard. I'm enjoying the "be masculine and self-centered thing." It still needs work, but I think I can manage. I'm trying to use Ryan Kelly of Celtic Thunder (hot!) as my inspiration. Check out the video:



I don't plan to copy him exactly, but whenever I think of my character, this performance comes to mind. I like a lot of what he's doing with his face and physicality. And the song is totally something Dick would sing.

Is it really 2 AM? Damn.

Techiya concert last night. Woohoo! Good stuff. Dislodge of catchy songs begins... now!

Going back in time. In the early hours of Saturday morning, something happened. I hesitate to call it a transfromation because I feel the same for the most part. I saw clearly, for the first time, a whole mess of stupid things I'd been doing and which I will try to stop doing. This includes certain thought patterns that need breaking. It's easy to be by myself and stop my brain from pounding, but the real test is sure to come in time. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I now know what thoughts and feelings I need to get rid of in order to progress down whatever path I might be one (that's another work in progress for another time).

I feel slightly happier with myself. Now, the challenge is making peace with people. My fear is that things may have already gone to hell, but I'm trying to remain optimistic.

In a completely unrelated story, I'm in love with Josh Groban because he's amazing. The end.

A lot of stuff has happened since my last post, on August 15th. Much of it doesn't need to be talked about. Some of it should be talked about, but I wouldn't know where to begin.

Cats closed, as stated. I was invited to be part of the Crimes of the Heart cast, and I accepted. That opened and closed. I was cast as "Ralph Rackstraw" in HMS Pinafore at MIT. We're now half way through the run and it's going well. I'm very happy with my performance and the production as a whole.

I've been writing here and there. Nothing major. It's fun.

My classes are going sort of okay. Children's literature is surprisingly difficult. Hopefully I understand what the professor wants now. Abnormal psyche is pure fun. Yay, Schizophrenia!

Christmas time is fast approaching. This is weird, but since last year, Christmas music and Christmasy things have had the power to make me weep. I have no idea why. They fill me with a feeling that's simultaneously happy, peaceful, lonely and miserable. It all adds up to a crazy therapeutic experience. Any ideas?

I have Techiya rehearsal tonight. I don't want to go, but I suppose I must. Maybe the other tenors will actually show up this time.