Megan, 22/F. Ohio, USA.
University student. Christian. Zoologist. Animal Lover. Pre-Vet. Reader. Aspiring author.
Enjoys a myriad of obsessions, including random anime, Harry Potter, and
Broadway musicals. More?
So here I am. A graduate student, pursuing a Master's degree in Public Health, and yet unsatisfied still. Last month I submitted by application to veterinary school, and all I can do now is wait to hear whether or not I'll get an interview. In the meantime, it's all I can do to maintain some sort of sanity while studying health care policy, health behavior, biostatics, and zoonotic diseases.
And tonight, it's health policy that wears so roughly on my mental stability. I have a 1200-1500 word paper due Wednesday, and I've been doing research all night...
Brain. Fried.
Tomorrow is Veteran's day, and so no classes! A welcome reprieve? Unfortunately no, but rather a day to catch up on all the school work I haven't had time to complete (including that paper I just mentioned). Maybe I'll shoot for a solid 8 hours of sleep tonight, a rare thing indeed in this life of mine.
At least my birthday is coming up.
Oh! I did go to the Columbus Art Museum Sunday afternoon with Quincy. I forgot how much I enjoy museums and making fun of art I don't get. This museum has a rather amusing section called "Objects of Wonder" that captivated us for a solid 1.5 hours. Lots of bug collections, taxidermy, and kinematic devices. Whatever those are.
I'm still depressed that "A Tale of Two Cities" closed Sunday evening. On the upside, James and several other "Tale" cast members are now in rehearsals for the new "Count of Monte Cristo" musical. I really enjoy period pieces, and this one promises to be wonderful! I can't wait to hear the score, seeing as the music is being composed by Frank Wildhorn. I love his "Jekyll and Hyde", so I have high hopes for this musical!
Because I'm still in morning, I'll leave you with a video of the delicious and AMAZINGLY talented James singing "I Can't Recall" (from "A Tale of Two Cities"), complete with his sexy Sydney Carton trench coat. This song brought me to tears when I saw him perform it in person... :_(
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Apparently it's the worst of times.
My parents took me to New York City this past September for several days to celebrate my graduation from Ohio State. While there, we saw a brand new Broadway musical called "A Tale of Two Cities", based on the book of the same name by Charles Dickens. Though still in previews, all three of us were absolutely blown away and deeply moved by the production.
Sadly, due to an ailing economy and vicious critics, this show is closing tomorrow night. Thank you, stuffy, cynical, out-of-touch Broadway critics for killing any chance this show had to do well. The lights on Broadway just got a little dimmer.
I'm still holding out for a Broadway cast recording, and James Barbour had better get a Tony nomination for his role as Sydney Carton. My heart still flutters and my legs get a little wobbly just remembering his voice.
Here's what James had to say on his blog yesterday:
When I'm on stage at night looking out at the audience standing on their feet at the end of the show, I know that we've done something good. I know that we have moved folks in a positive way. I know that we have taken people on a journey that they will hopefully remember for a long time to come.
I made a promise to myself a long time ago that my work, whatever it is, be a catalyst for positive change in the world. If I can affect one person in a positive way then I've done something good.
Tale's message of love and hope is one that is universal in our world. It is one that I take each night as I don the character of Carton and is a journey that I am truly grateful to have trekked.
But most importantly grateful to have shared it with all of you.
Here's to a few more performances and a few more moments to cherish.
"Tale" is everything a Broadway musical is supposed to be. It was the first and only show I've ever seen on Broadway, and I couldn't have chosen better. It's just too bad more people won't get to experience it.
So it's 90 effing degrees outside, and I'm sitting here in my apartment with no air conditioning feeling sorry for myself. As I sit here writing and drinking a beer, I'm trying to think up an adjective or noun to accurately describe my current state.
Dammit, I don't even like beer.
Ah-ha. I have it. Discontent with a side of disgust.
When did this happen? I think it may have started with my little vacation home. When I'm away from Columbus, far from my friends and life here, something strange happens.
I forget.
That's all it takes for me to lose a grip on reality. Before I went home to Cuyahoga Falls, I kept myself insanely busy so I wouldn't have time to think. You know, about the fact that I haven't made a decision about veterinary school, my future career, and my perpetual single-ness. But when you're home alone for a solid week straight, with no one but three cats and a dog to keep you company, how can you NOT think?
And so I thought, long and hard. And in the end, I took three giant steps backwards.
Because now, unlike before, I simply don't care.
I've forgotten how to care, that I need to care. Hullooo Megan...you're taking the GRE August 23, veterinary school applications are due October 1st...oh, and remember God? Yeah, it takes two to tango.
Always daydreaming about something, worrying about everything, and doing nothing. Procrastination? No, I think I'm paralyzed...
So now what? Well, I can continue drinking this beer (still tastes gross, by the way), or I can get up off my ass, call my friends, read another chapter in my GRE study book, and start preparing for my future.
