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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Sat, Jan. 17
... When I am on your shoulders
This is funny. Every time I start to write an entry, I go to what I wrote a year ago, and it's oddly encouraging for what I need to hear.

What a week. I told Dria that I OD'ed on grown-up pills for the rest of this week, so I didn't take them today. It was nice to be silly, just for a few hours. I couldn't sustain it all day, but just for a few hours... And then it was draining, so I went to sleep.

It's interesting how the smallest, strangest things become encouraging in the tough times. The thing that has been sustaining me hugely this week has been the song, "You Raise Me Up," from Josh Groban's new cd. The song is incredible, and there's something about his voice that's soothing and uplifting, at the same time. I've been listening to it almost every time I'm in the car. Almost. Not every time, but close.

Anyways, Logan and I are finally going to get around to watching The Apprentice from Wednesday night. We taped it, but just haven't had the chance to watch it yet, thanks to our crazy schedules.

One year ago today: But all of that still works out in the long run, doesn't it? Of course it does! That's the beauty of it; that's part of what makes it so addictive. There's just something about the fact that it'll all work out in the end that makes it worth it. I can't explain it, but there are days when the dream, as far-fetched as it may seem, is enough to push me through the reality of rehearsals, actors, red tape, and all kinds of other issues.
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posted at 9:43 p.m.