Half-Masted 3.2

If anyone wants to know you should all attempt to come to UNI this weekend. Half-Masted 3.2 Improv troupe with be putting on a fabulous show! The shows will be on Friday at 7:30* pm, and two shows on Saturday at 3:30 and 7:30* pm. It will be hilarious. You should bring an extra pair of pants and socks with you because you might just laugh them off! You should also come because I am part of this spectacular group!


Okay. Have a puntacular day!


*These two shows will not be family friendly but the 3:30 show is.

Get Out Alive.

It seems so weird to be writing so much again. I haven't written the way that I have for the last couple of weeks for a long time. I missed it. My fingers, my heart, my soul missed it. I did not realize this until it was back in my life. The same for reading. I forgot how to live in the simple moments of life. They were lost to me. Lost in a sea of caring so much for other people that I almost lost who I was. I am glad to have a chance to find myself again. The opportunity to finally figure out what actually makes me happy. What makes me cry, what makes me angry. I depend so much on other people and what they like and how they feel that often I have a hard time deciding for myself. It is time to find out who Analise actually is. Am I a writer? Am I a teacher? Am I a failure? No. I am a student. I am a person. I am a vivacious person who cares deeply about the people around her. But I am sick of getting lost in the crowd. I am sick of being brushed aside like I mean nothing. I am ready to be heard. I am ready to make my mark on this world. Now what about you? What are you ready to do? I hope you are ready to do something. I am here for you if you need anything. I don't want to be the five-minute friend. I want to be a lifelong friend. Give me that chance.

Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome. AKA The Vomit Comet.

Tonight students, you are going to learn about CVS. I want to share and help everyone to understand what CVS is and how it impacts my life. To start off CVS is literally Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome. Basically it is cycles of uncontrollable vomiting. For me, I am sick almost every week for one whole day. During my "attack", I tend to sleep and I can get REALLY crabby. I can sleep after being sick for 10 hours. That is only an overview of what it is. The facts that stick out best in my mind. If you want to learn more click on CVS!

A good friend of mine has dubbed it the "Vomit Comet." I personally think that it is a better name than CVS. Now, my take on it.

It scares me. Every day that I am sick is another day full of moments that are lost to me. A day full of puking, being scared, being alone, being ignored. On some days, I wish that someone would stay with me. Mostly I wish that I wasn't sick at all. Sometimes, I hope that someone would take my place for one day. To see the hell that I actually go through. I loathe it when people say "oh, she is fine." I am not fine. I am scared. Some people don't understand or actually know what is wrong with me. It is fun when they realize how often I am sick and then I get the wonderful "Are you bulimic?" conversation. Imagine that. Being sick on a regular basis and running out of options. The fact that I may have to live with this for the rest of my life haunts me every day. I wake up in the mornings terrified if today is the day that I am going to be sick. Questions rush through my head. Will I puke once? Twice? How long will it last? Will I sleep all day? What am I missing out on? I want so bad for everything to be okay. That is why I act the way I do. The reason I brush it off like it is nothing. Because I hope that by doing so, it will go away. Vanish like smoke in the breeze. I pray that it will go away. People tell me "Well, if you can live with it." I don't want to live with it. I want a normal life. I want to wake up each day and not worry about what I might be missing today. Cyclic vomiting syndrome. CVS. The curse that I have been given. Please, go away. Leave me alone. (The Vomit Comet, not my readers!)

Across the Universe

Do you ever have that moment of perfect realization? The moment of truth you feel like we are all waiting for. You finally know exactly what you want. A moment that feels so pure and strong that you can't get it out of your mind. I had one last night. It brought me hope, joy and rid me of a lasting ache in my soul. It was like opening a brand new book with the pages crinkling as they turn for the first time and the smell of new book drifting slowly towards you. It feels like I am starting new. Right now I am tired but I know that tomorrow I will be fresh, ready, and willing to face the world. I want to become an English teacher. I am worth loving. I will care about every friend or family member that enters my life. I want to embrace the life I have been given.

At this point in my life I have few things to regret. I regret forging my mom's signature when I was in elementary school. I regret staying in Iowa while my mother and younger brother went to funerals in Wyoming because that was the last time that they saw Wade. Regret gets us no where. It is an emotion that we dwell on and wallow in. So, many people ask 'what if.' Stop. Don't ask what if. Be glad you made the choice you did. Don't think about what would have happened if you had taken the other road because I hate to break it to you but you will never know exactly what would have happened. If we choose to, we could regret every single choice we have made. I am not going to and I hope you won't either. Don't let a chance slip between your fingers. If it is raining I hope you go and dance in the rain and feel the drops sliding down your face. I hope that when the sun shines brightly in the sky, you go outside and enjoy some time soaking up the rays. When you are given the chance to love someone do so. Do it without regret. Love them for who they are. Do not love them because of what they were or what they want to be. Simply love them for who they are.