I'd rather be lucky than smart.

I have a new favourite mantra, it was provided by a stranger off the internet:

"Real people doin' real things."

It's beautiful, it's inspiring. I plan to use it in the future to motivate me.

REAL PEOPLE DOIN REAL THINGS!

Get it in gear, Sholdice. Real people do real things every day. Real people do important things all the time. REAL people. REAL things. Figure it out. Get it done. No hesitations, no excuses.

Them people, they real. They so real they doin real shit every day, come on. What you doin? It ain't real so why can't you get it real and get it done and make it good and REAL. It's time to get it real for real! It ain't hard I don't know what your problem is, real people do real things, you got real things too. You ain't doing your things, or your things ain't real, then you ain't real, you know? So get it here and now and done and real.

REALLY.

If we live our lives the right way then everything we do can become a work of art.

Are you still here? Oh, you aren't, right. Well it's been a while, so forgive me if this is long and winded.

Holy shit, I love Christmas. My Christmas list basically consists of TV on DVD (because I don't get HBO, Showtime or SyFy but I want BSG, Dexter and SFU) and vinyl. I can't wait to watch the traditional Christmas movies with my family: Muppet Christmas Carol, Ghostbusters, Back to the Future. You know, classics.

So I am entering my fourth month of clown school (aka Comedy Writing and Performance). As time goes on, I am seeing more and more why they wanted to make a reality show out of this. Much of the time it just seems like a normal school environment: classes, assignments, deadlines. Then on top of that there is drama and gossip, an air of competition, ego and drive, the pressure to produce and succeed, and the sluggish haze of those just trying to take it all in.

After going to university, I am very aware of how different my program is from what my high school peers are now persuing. I read their facebook status updates about midterms, exams, essays upon essays. Compared to my to-do list: sketch, two minutes of material about relationships, one impression and one character. I'm not going to say I'm not stressed, but I'd rather be stressed about perfecting a dirty joke or Kristin Stewart's stoner lip-biting, than writing 3000 words on some dude's theory. It feels very much like we are being groomed for show business. And that's pretty cool (and pretty scary).

Next on the agenda, I love dogs. Anyone who knows me, knows I love dogs. I have one permanently inked on my hip, after all. I want to get a dog, but I will have to wait until I can feed myself, let alone another living creature. I'm still trying to narrow down my list of contenders on what breed to get (although I am not ruling out adopting from a shelter, I may want to show and for that I'd need a champion-sired purebred).

Contenders:

Cairn Terrier

Norfolk or Norwich Terrier

Pembroke Welsh Corgi

Boston Terrier

Why yes, I do plan things very, very, very far in advance. And yes, I sure do an insane amount of research beforehand. Pets, vacations, nuptials, offspring. You name it, I've planned it.

Probably more later. Lemon out.