My Swiss Family

I didn't mention this on any blog, but I lost my hotmail and facebook accounts a lot of months ago! It's kind of a good thing because I don't have to re-add all my old grade school "friends" but it's a HORRIBLE thing because it means I lost so many contacts, especially my SWISS FAMILY who I've been dying to talk to for so long!!!!!!!!!!!!

My overseas friends, please contact me at my new email address riceclaire@gmail.com or on skype! I added you, but you haven't accepted, I guess you're never on it.

I miss you all so so much! I'm desperate to know how everyone's doing, how big the kiddies are, if the house is finished, everything! Please let me know! I love you!

Learn From My Triumphs, Not My Mistakes

Dude, when you like, do stuff, and get shit done, shit gets done and it feels good!

I should do this more often.

I Want

I'm a little self absorbed. A lot. I'm an actress. I think it's in my blood. I'm also absorbed in the people around me, the ones I like anyway. If I weren't in a hole, I'd focus on making all of our lives better.



I'm confused about what I want. I'm craving permanance and excitement at the same time. Thrills and reassurance. I can't have that. Like...I was thinking of "stuff" I want and one of the first things I thought of was a home. I want a place to be my permanant home. My life is so temporary. I want my place with my things in my neighbourhood. With EG. Who feels like home. But then I think about it, and I don't care where I live. I want to travel, I want to live everywhere and anywhere. I do want to be with EG. With him, I'll have security everywhere I go. I'll have thrills within reassurance.



I want babies. I really don't want babies. (note to all blogging buddies who don't want babies at all--don't judge, we're all different! I feel a really strong pull and it's coming from my uterus. Deal with it.) I really do because in my mind, a family represents a part of my life where I have my shit together. I really don't because I'm not ready and most of me doesn't need my shit together! It's the rest of the world telling me how I have to be!



I don't want to work, but I really want to feel like I'm accomplishing something, paying off my debt by myself, taking care of myself and my life (and my cat).



I want to get skinny but I want the world to love me the way I look now. (that's an old one, but it will aply forever.)



I want to go to England, but I want EG to come here.



I want to go back to school and get my masters in Scotland but I want to start my career right now and never be a student again.



I want to be my best friend's maid of honour, but I want her to be mine! I'm completely resigned to the fact that I won't be getting married for a long time, I'm happy with it, but I'm so jealous that how can I be happy with it???



I really just want to live off the land, go swimming every day, make art and music, learn to cook, stroll into an orchard and grab a peach, drink interesting red wine and dance after twilight in a flowy dress. Is there a way to live like that?


There's a line in Cabaret: Suppose simply keeping still means you manage until the end.

What I don't want is to survive my life keeping still. I want to live my life. I want to move. So I guess I need to suffer sometimes. It means I'm living.

*Next blog, I'll talk about other people...

This Side of February

Wow, it's been a really long time, but I'm kind of tapped out. Everything I feel like writing about, I've already written about.

You know I love EG, you know I love performing, you know I'm broke. That's pretty much my life right now...

I'm in a bit of a rut, as you know, but feeling good about it. I'm moving in with my mom again! I'm excited! It's going to be such fun, we're going to redecorate all three bedrooms (and I'm going to convince her to do the living room too...) and it'll be an awesome bonding experience before I go away with my man for the summer. I can save, pay off debt, chill with my home-homeys, bogart my mom's long distance plan, eat 3 meals a day--oh my god, my mom and I can exercise together! I'm going to get the fuck in shape! Sweet. Yes, I'm really looking forward to March. It's going to be a good month.

This is a good month too. I'm a performer. I love it. It makes me horny. I want to do it forever.

EG wants me to do it forever. He's so supportive. He said he gets breathless thinking about the show and really feels he's missing out by not seeing it. He can only afford 100 pounds for a plane ticket, but the cheapest I could find is 200. (Couldn't I have found that in December?) I miss him so much. Waking up without him is the hardest. Going to bed has been easy because I'm so tired, but I want him in the morning. It has a bigger effect on me than the winter's lack of sunlight. I feel actual heartache. I hope my absence makes his heart grow fonder. I think it is. It's funny, I kind of miss being in his bed more than I miss him being in my bed. I loved it there. But that might simply have to do with the fact that I had no responsibilities when I was there. I love taking care of him, but I don't have the means! When we go on vacation, it'll be every man for himself. Well, I've kind of decided that he'll pay for the food and I'll cook it and eat a fifth of what he eats. Fair? I think so.

Well, that's my new blog. Incoherent mumbling, unorganised rambling, girly prattling. You love me.