Sleep, Baby, Don't Cry (Carib Song)

Another young life was taken way too soon.  An awesome guy that I used to work with passed away last week.  He was younger than me.  This is sad.  Every time a life is taken and I read or hear the words of their loved ones, or see their faces, I can't help but picture my own friends and family at my own funeral.  It's kind of a depressing thought, but for me, it's actually heart warming, because I know that my funeral would be filled with countless people that I have loved and who've loved me.  It feels good to know that I have so many amazing friends and acquaintances that I've gotten to know in my lifetime.  I may have about 700 friends on Facebook, but that's not just for show, in fact, I'm struggling to keep it under 700.  I actually know every one of those people in some capacity or another.  Whenever my Facebook friends list gets to big I start deleting.  My one criteria is, if I die, will I this person need to know about it or want to come to the funeral.  It may sound odd, to me it's a very logical way of thinking.

I've said this in past blogs, but I feel that if I were to die today, I would die a satisfied man.  I have never had a great love, or children, or a thriving, successful career.  But I am extremely proud of the way I have lived my life.  The friends I've made, the places I've travelled, the career I pursued, the chances I took, the character I've built.  I think I'm pretty alright.  The only worry I have about my funeral is that my parents will never have really gotten to know me as well as everyone else in my life.

I've decided that I need to do something.  Now.  Like very, very soon.  I need to write hand written letters to each and every person who has touched me and whom I consider to have been a great friend.  Everyone who has brought some value to my life and who's friendship I have appreciated.  I think it's important to do this.  When I'm dead, I'll know how much you've loved me, but will you know much I've loved you?  I think it would be a great gift.  I won't make up a will because I have nothing except an impressive collection of DVDs and some pictures of Michelle Pfeiffer.  No.  I have to let these people know how much they've meant to me in a letter.  My words.

I'm sorry to have sounded morbid, but if these past few months has taught me anything, it's that it can be anyone, anywhere, anytime.

Morning Person (Shrek The Musical)

I am not a morning person, but I will be soon.  Waking up is hard, especially at 8am with 3 hours of sleep.  Second winds don't last too long.  But tonight I'm in bed earlier than ever, and tomorrow even earlier.  I will make this happen.  I'm doing children's theatre after all.  I get to since Summertime as a grasshopper and dance a Fosse number about the boy who cried wolf.  I get to be a British ant, a New Yorker mouse, a hillbilly rooster, and much more!

2009 is going to be a great year.  It's going to be a responsible year.  Before I left Ottawa I had sat down with a good friend and we told each other the things we think the other needs to work on to improve themself.  So, I'm going to keep my hair short.  Everyone has been telling me how hot I look.  I'm going to start cutting out fast food and buying groceries and eating more healthy.  I've bought Vector cereal, clementines, grapes, bananas, Activia yogurt, nuts and carrots to snack on, and I've started ordering a salad as a side instead of fries.  Baby steps for this guy.

Another one of my things is to date more people that I meet in real life, as opposed to online, and to go on at least three dates with one guy instead of doing my usual one night stand thing.  Totally do able.  I've been feeling so hot and guys have been talking to me.  I feel so good.

Going to the gym?  I went tonight.  Don't ask me about before then, please.

Focus on stand up comedy.  I performed at the Hot Box Cafe last week and I'm submitting myself to the Arab American Comedy Festival in New York as both a comedian and a playwright.  Is that really how you spell playwright?

I've moved into my sublet and holy shit do I love it.  It's amazing.  I couldn't be happier.  I have not lived by myself in three years.  How have I survived?

Oh well, I'm happy now.