Today. (skipping, soldiers, theatre)

Was a relatively good day.

I slept in. Felt like having a Ferris Bueller's day, except with less shenanigans. I just stayed at home, read a book, read various things online. Oh and J-Crew, if you're reading this, thanks. I didn't expect 4 missed calls and 2 text messages from you guys asking where I was. It felt nice being missed (and I say this in the humblest way possible). I am grateful for all of you.

At around noon, I went downtown for a journalism interview (it went pretty good by the way), picked up free tickets to a theatre show. (Yay, perks of working for a publication) Met up with a friend for this journalism seminar. (I go to too many of those!)

At the seminar, the person who was speaking was a renowned war photojournalist who also shot film. He showed us footage of soldiers shooting people. It was weird for me because this was the first time I had seen people shooting at other people. All the other times, it had been war movies. This was real. I cannot describe the feeling, but it was eerie. The soldiers seemed to have a relaxed demeanor while they were killing people. It was so strange. They probably shot people every day, so by the time the photojournalist was filming, the soldier was used to shooting people. I don't think I'd ever be able to be so chill about killing people. On and on, the video rolled, and they just kept firing off more rounds! And this was all real. The soldier had sweat on his face after shooting for so long, and he stopped shooting for a moment. The commander asked if he was alright, and the soldier said "Yeah, I can keep shooting", and he just kept going.

Another thing that struck me about war was that soldiers are incredibly fit. They carry so much stuff. Guns look heavy, according to Cole, guns weigh around 25 pounds. On top of that, they have to carry their backpacking gear, wear all this heavy stuff (those army boots look heavy and clumsy), AND they have to slog through bodies of water, rough terrain, long grass... I really do admire them for their discipline to be able to get their bodies in such shape. I wonder why they decided they wanted to join the army, why they are okay with killing people for a job.

Around halfway through the lecture, we had to sneak out otherwise I'd be late for the theatre performance. (I have this terrible feeling I am going to meet the lecturer some place someday. Maybe he will be the boss of the job I will be applying for, and he'll remember my face and he'll remember that I walked out of his lecture halfway. The room was small enough for him to notice me and Cole. These things always seem to happen to me.)

The theatre performance was okay. I'm not going to write about it here because I'm writing a review on it later, and that would be redundant if I wrote the review and I wrote about it here. All I can say is: some people are really good at acting. The guy I met up with for the interview was a really nice and friendly guy, but he plays a jerk onstage. It was chilling almost. How someone could play a part so well. It was quite inspiring.

I really want to try acting in a full length play. But I know how much work that takes. And I know I don't have the time to commit to something that great yet. And I know that there are much better actors out there.

Seriously, if I could, I'd do everything. I just don't have the time.