Monks, Monkeets, and Cowlick-filled Beards

Sometimes I make jokes about death, mostly because I feel weird about it. I'm not "afraid" of it, but it still makes me uncomfortable. So, today in my Religious Studies class, I made a joke to my professor about how when I missed class the other day, it was because I was "dying from the sickness." Then I remembered her mom was sick and proceeded to ask her how her mother was doing. She responded, "She actually IS dying."
...AWKWARD. I felt bad...choose your words better Candace! :(
So, last night I emailed this person about being an actress in a new movie that is being filmed in Northwest Wisconsin.
For those of you who don't know me, I'm Candace Marie. I literally made my first semi-meaningful blog...yesterday. [Oh! And for those of you who read it...my friends are working it out! :)] Anyway, I am an acting major at my college! To be an actress is what I've always wanted...and it's what I am going to do with my life.
I have made the official decision that I am not going to be one of those lame-o's (no offense) who tells everyone who they are right away...but slowly and surely you will learn who I am.
TOTALLY RANDO FACTS ABOUT ME:
1. I like wine.
2. My fave color is green.
3. I love singing!
BUT enough about me, more thoughts sounds better! I fear that I'm going to start this blog and never continue it and I am not promising that I'll even try to...but I WILL try to keep it up to date!
Anyway, back to my Religious Studies class that I had today, there is this guy who is in my class named Marshall. I told him that I was going to blog about him--> so here I am doing so. Story about Marshall:
Marshall is muscly guy with blond hair and blue eyes (I think). But his distinct feature [at least I think] is his beard. I am actually surprised that he has such a beard, but he does. However impressive his beard is though is thrown off by the fact that it has COWLICKS in it. I tease him about them, but they are fun! Anyway, I was going to post a pic...but he didn't let me. Sad day. :P
In recent news, it has been brought to my attention that Tibetan monks and monkeets are BURNING themselves in protest. Marshall claims that it's because "they are bad-ass." I mean, kudos to them for being so adamant about what they are fighting for, but I feel like it could be handled in a way so no one died! Jeezum crow!
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Tomorrow is going to be on loooooooooooooong day. I have a scene from "Macbeth" to perform, a scene for camera called "Trailer Court", and I have this 8-day long due too. Woof.
Lalalalala...well I think that's it. Peace and love! <3

Falling Awake

So, I have this class called Period 1 [it's where we study Shakespeare and how to perform it] and today although it is incredibly interesting, I was very tired in it. So here is all of the daydreams/thoughts I had during the class. I must preface this blog with I am sorry if I offend anyone, but I need to express myself.

Yes, it's the end of the semester and everyone is tired and stressed and ready to be done with school for a while...but remember that you are not the only ones dealing with it. All those things are affecting all of us and we need to keep our chins up and keep trucking, we have but a week and a half left and then we don't have to see each other for almost a month. Complaining about it all IS NOT going to help. Sit back and watch some TV or something, then keep moving forward. Stop wallowing in stuff that you can't change...which brings me to this:

Today in my class, I fell awake. I was literally listening to Steve [the incredibly awesome teacher that bores me half to death! Lol] talk about Shakespeare and next thing I know I am re-opening my eyes five minutes ater...I'm lucky he didn't call me out. It was strange, because the entire time, I thought I was awake...

(Falling asleep + being awake)- (asleep)- (being) = Falling awake --> make sense? Maybe my math is wrong.

Anyway, I was just thinking, or rather dreaming, about my two best friends. Right now, they are [in the adult way of things] not getting along the greatest. And I don't think it's intentional....but it's frustrating. This may sound selfish, but it's not meant to be...their "fight" [I quote it, because it strikes me as childish to say that...maybe dispute or conflict better suits it] affects me too. One of them is a bit more understanding than the other and it's hard to see them both unhappy. We have all been friends since freshmen year and good friends since Sophomore...I mean, I look into a potential future and see them both in my wedding and get-togethers every year til the end of time. These women have helped shape me. BUT back to the problem at hand, because of this dispute, this winter break now brings a lack or sunshine, fun, and friendship--and instead brings snow, boredom, and family [whom I love...but yeah, different blog entirely]. And maybe this will bring about backlash from them, but as I stated before...I need to let it out.

What needs to be remembered is the friendship they have, their relationship...not this disagreement. Yes, people hurt you...and you can be hurt. But, in ten years are you really going to care or remember this? I care deeply about both of them [as it is with all people in my life] and what this is doing to each of them seperately, terrifies me because they are both hurting. And I hate it. Think about the circumstances in your lives...ALL of your lives...are the problems that you are facing really that terrible? Things could always be worse.

Things happen for a reason, and more than ever, I believe that with my whole heart. Have grace, have compassion. Forgiveness is key. We live a short life and what is life if you live it bitter and angry?

Dear friends, keep in mind, I love you all, but stop. Your friendship and love is far more valuable than any conflict in the world.

So that is what I thought about in 5 minutes when I fell awake today...pretty intense. Much love and peace to all! <3