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Another first line of another update.
For the past few months, I have been anticipating May 19 as one of the big milestones of the year so far..it was my Southwest Shakespeare Company audition.
I did it. And I did it really well. I'll be getting a call-back probably within the next few days.
Hung out with my friend Nick tonight. He's really got the gift of encouragement, it was such a blessing to spend the evening with him.
Hurting people need others who have hurt or are still hurting.
Since my parent's divorce, I have found I have become a lot more sensitive to other people's pain, and I've become a listener. It's been such a blessing..so many good things have come out of this mess.
I found the most magical bookstore in Mesa today after my audition. It's just called 'Books', and they have books on absolutely everything you could ever want to read about. Seriously, anything. Whether you wanted to study the conspiracy theories behind president Lincoln's assassination, or read up on the history of the French theater...they've got everything. It's positively gorgeous.
The majority of the books are at least 80 years old, and they're packed full on the shelves of 15 foot high bookcases on three different stories. Poetry, mystery, science fiction, and other fictional works are on the top level (that's where I spent most of my time; poring over late 19th century editions of Longfellow, Milton, and Keates), history and miscellaneous subjects are on the main level, and I didn't get the chance to go on the bottom level, but it looked intriguing.
So many interesting books..I really could have spent the rest of the day there.
The man at the counter said,"Come back again soon."
And I said,"Oh, I will."
SAT's..done. AP Exams..done. Last choir concert..done. Shakespeare audition...done. Next up is finals, and then I'm a senior.
Time rolls on.
I've got an interview at Anthropologie on Tuesday.
You know those dreams where you're caught in a frightening situation like being chased, and you know that if you could just move your legs, you'd be all right? But you can't move your legs..You can't run. And then, you realize you can't even open your eyes. The frustration is maddening. "If only I could open my eyes I'd be all right." And then you realize you can't even scream. That's the worst.
But then, on the rare occasion that in your dreamy state where your subconscious realizes it has full control of the situation, all of the "if onlys.." seem trivial. What a sight! To see yourself struggling inside your own mind, when all the while, you've got the ability to loose the scales from your eyes and start running.
What a sight...
For the past few months, I have been anticipating May 19 as one of the big milestones of the year so far..it was my Southwest Shakespeare Company audition.
I did it. And I did it really well. I'll be getting a call-back probably within the next few days.
Hung out with my friend Nick tonight. He's really got the gift of encouragement, it was such a blessing to spend the evening with him.
Hurting people need others who have hurt or are still hurting.
Since my parent's divorce, I have found I have become a lot more sensitive to other people's pain, and I've become a listener. It's been such a blessing..so many good things have come out of this mess.
I found the most magical bookstore in Mesa today after my audition. It's just called 'Books', and they have books on absolutely everything you could ever want to read about. Seriously, anything. Whether you wanted to study the conspiracy theories behind president Lincoln's assassination, or read up on the history of the French theater...they've got everything. It's positively gorgeous.
The majority of the books are at least 80 years old, and they're packed full on the shelves of 15 foot high bookcases on three different stories. Poetry, mystery, science fiction, and other fictional works are on the top level (that's where I spent most of my time; poring over late 19th century editions of Longfellow, Milton, and Keates), history and miscellaneous subjects are on the main level, and I didn't get the chance to go on the bottom level, but it looked intriguing.
So many interesting books..I really could have spent the rest of the day there.
The man at the counter said,"Come back again soon."
And I said,"Oh, I will."
SAT's..done. AP Exams..done. Last choir concert..done. Shakespeare audition...done. Next up is finals, and then I'm a senior.
Time rolls on.
I've got an interview at Anthropologie on Tuesday.
You know those dreams where you're caught in a frightening situation like being chased, and you know that if you could just move your legs, you'd be all right? But you can't move your legs..You can't run. And then, you realize you can't even open your eyes. The frustration is maddening. "If only I could open my eyes I'd be all right." And then you realize you can't even scream. That's the worst.
But then, on the rare occasion that in your dreamy state where your subconscious realizes it has full control of the situation, all of the "if onlys.." seem trivial. What a sight! To see yourself struggling inside your own mind, when all the while, you've got the ability to loose the scales from your eyes and start running.
What a sight...