A Million Stars for Every Grain of Sand
Today was kinda a sad day. I didn't wake up in a good way to start off with. I had the strangest dream last night (and I can remember being very distressed by the end of it. When I woke up I just lay in bed and decided that I wasn't going to remember my dream because it was shitty, and not interesting at all). Upon waking I was just contemplating life, and ended up aking myself "What the hell am I doing with my life right now? Theatre? I don't want to do this for a career... I'm wasting my time." That sent my thoughts down the road of questioning whether or not I should go and do theatre next semester. I know that next sem. is going to be pretty busy for me, since I'll be needing a job, and I'll have an extra course on my plate with it. Geh.
Lost my snakebite/vampbite today. Back down to one little lonely bit of metal in my face. But, as Princess said, no use worring about something that you can't change. I don't think I'll be foraying into any more until I get out of doing theatre, since it's a pain to put them in and take them out all the time. That goes for ink too, but I might not be able to resist getting my first peice in March. It'll be hard to restrain myself. Although the money should really go toward college expenses & associated monies.
Well, I wanted to finish up the RM self porait that I've been working on for a while now before my mother comes to collect me for dinner (and then Fiddler on the Roof once again). Farewell.
Lost my snakebite/vampbite today. Back down to one little lonely bit of metal in my face. But, as Princess said, no use worring about something that you can't change. I don't think I'll be foraying into any more until I get out of doing theatre, since it's a pain to put them in and take them out all the time. That goes for ink too, but I might not be able to resist getting my first peice in March. It'll be hard to restrain myself. Although the money should really go toward college expenses & associated monies.
Well, I wanted to finish up the RM self porait that I've been working on for a while now before my mother comes to collect me for dinner (and then Fiddler on the Roof once again). Farewell.