And even if I quit, there's not a chance in hell I'd stop
So, it's funny how at the end of last semester, I officially "quit" theater... And today I had an audition for directing scenes (don't think anything came of that... eww, the Disease was one of the directors), tomorrow I have a call back for V.O. work in a documentary by one of the FMA professors, and on Sunday I'm filming for a short movie an art grad is doing. I need to go to career services and get my real-life shit together, though. This stuff is great, but I still have to go out and earn me some money in about 2 years.
You know, it's been more than a year, and I'm still fucking dying for somebody.
You know, it's been more than a year, and I'm still fucking dying for somebody.