In honor of my boredom and late night reflection of past journeys. I realized that the road to becoming a working actor has been a bumpy one but it’s also been a lot of fun and I met a lot of cool people when I moved back to LA. Especially people from social media apps. Anyway, I have learned (while working to support myself and building an acting career) that actors are indeed just people like you and me. It took a while for me to calm down whenever I saw someone I knew from TV or the Internet. Now I think I’ve finally got it because I honestly do want to do what they do and that’s make a living by doing what they hopefully love: acting. Anyhow long story short, here’s a photo collection of the people I’ve met/asked for a photo with since I moved back. The recent one was with Ry Doon Who is pretty cool and has a cool show every first Wednesday of the month at the Hollywood improv. The rest is from many different locations at different periods from the last three years. Now I never really ask to take photos with a celeb every time I run into them like I did in the past, I transitioned my mindset from “ooh a celebrity” to “that person who does cool things and make tons of money for it”. That transition sort of took on sometime in the last year. It was probably right after I got signed to my first commercial agency and realized that I’m getting closer to where I want to be. While I’m still figuring it out at 21, I do know that comedy is something I really love and I have always loved and strongly feel that there’s a future for me within it. While I wouldn’t mind doing some drama I just know that me and comedy get along better. So as I try to end this post without dragging on for too long about my life, i’d like to say that I’m grateful for everything even when I feel like I’m stuck doing the same thing I always know that there’s a plan, God has a plan and he’s looking out for me and if he wasn’t I wouldn’t be where I am now and even though I don’t know what it is yet I must be doing something right because I’m still in LA pursuing my dream and getting closer to the big goal. I’m also speaking into this so my sentences might be a little weird and I might miss some punctuation and stuff but I have high hopes and although I didn’t go to college there still something that tells me I’m doing the right thing and to keep going. So if any of you guys happen to read this and made it this far thank you and I’m excited for the future and stay blessed.
8 June 1492 | The death of Dowager Queen Elizabeth Woodville
From Elizabeth Woodville: Mother of the Princes in the Tower by David Baldwin:
Elizabeth died at Bermondsey Abbey nearly two months after making her will, on Friday 8 June 1492. Her body was conveyed by boat to Windsor on Whit Sunday, 10 June… accompanied by Prior Ingilby, Dr Brent, Edward Haute, her second cousin, and two gentlewomen, one of them her husband’s illegitimate daughter, Grace. The wooden coffin was taken ‘prevely’ (privately or secretly) from the Thames to the Castle and was received there at eleven at night by a single priest and a clerk. There was no ringing of bells nor formal reception by the dean and canons of St George’s Chapel, and she seems to have been interred almost immediately without any form of ceremony. The Marquess of Dorset, his half-sisters Anne, Catherine and Bridget, Edmund de la Pole (the slain Earl of Lincoln’s brother) and other relatives reached Windsor on Tuesday, and that evening the Bishop of Rochester conducted the services of dirige and requiem mass. The Queen was prevented from attending by her impending confinement; but the King, and other senior peers and churchmen were all conspicuous by their absence, and one of the heralds present was shocked by the general modesty of the proceedings. His comment that ‘ther was nothyng doon solemply for her savyng a low herse suche as they use for the comyn people with iiij wooden candilstikks abowte hit’ and that there was ‘ther never a new torche, but old torches, nor poure man in blacke gowne nor hoods, but upon a dozeyn dyvers olde men holdyng old torches, and torches ends’ requires no elaboration, and it is unclear why the Dean of Windsor, who was present, played no part in the services himself. It is sometimes suggested that Elizabeth had requested a simple and inexpensive funeral out of a deep sense of piety and that was accordingly what she was given: but she would have been aware that a deceased’s estate normally bore these expenses, and that queenly obsequies were beyond her means. Elizabeth may have thought of piety in terms of poverty, although few great noblewomen would have chosen austerity or thought money and their faith incompatible. Margaret Beaufort, who was as pious as she was powerful, used her great wealth to found chantries and university colleges and to support numerous religious ‘good causes’, and when she died in June 1509 her total assets, in plate, jewels and rich materials still amounted to £14,724. Her elaborate funeral, which cost £1,021, was a far cry from Elizabeth’s impoverished burial when, it seems, Dorset paid the 40s in alms which was distributed after mass out of his own pocket. Requests for a modest funeral were a mark of humility, largely ignored by contemporaries who felt that the deceased should be buried in accordance with his or her rank in society, and it is difficult to believe that she who had once been Queen of England had insisted upon this dismal and unqueenly ending. Be that as it may, in the course of her life Elizabeth had mourned the deaths of all five of her brothers, all but one of her seven sisters, four of her five sons and two of her daughters, and she may have felt that there was little to detain her in this world when her own time came.
A letter of the alphabet for each day that gets us closer to Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon?
Q ⇥ the Question, ‘kyun farak padta hai?’
“Main tumko chodke chalaa gaya. Apne mann ko behela raha tha ki mujhe koi farak nahi padta. Tum toh jaanti ho, ki main tumhaare bina jee nahi sakta! Jab jo kiya, jab jo kaha, sab bhool jao. Bas wapas aa jao!”– Arnav Singh Raizada