First week...and some other stuff
This is long.
I have this wretched headcold that will not go away. It's the same one that I had at the end of the semester. I got rid of it briefly, and now it's back again. Dammit.
I had auditions the other night. They went decently I suppose. I had callbacks last night. I was called back for WGA Stories and Episodes in Sexuality. My callbacks for both were terrible. I was just having a really off day. My head feels like it's in a different dimension, I don't know how else to explain it. I feel kind of like I'm dreaming all the time. It's really weird.
Normally I get all nervous or anxious before classes start, but I was totally calm and kind of apathetic. I didn't get all nervous before auditions, callbacks, the KCACTF meeting. Nothing. I kind of don't care about anything right now. I mean, I care, but I just can't bring myself to get excited about anything.
It's the first week of school and I'm already worn out. I practically live in this building. I might as well bring a sleeping bag and toothbrush and just camp out in the acting studio.
The weird thing about all this is that I wasn't even looking forward to checking the cast list this morning. Usually it's this big deal for me, but I just wandered past it this morning. When I finally did check it I saw that I was cast in West GA Stories, and I'm house manager of Episodes. Not bad. I was actually kind of surprised. I had Quizno's to celebrate.
I have my KCACTF lines down, and I'm ready to get the blocking.
The less time I spend with Shelly, the better. I don't know how much more I can handle before I have a breakdown. I feel I'm approaching it swiftly anyway. I feel like some neglected child that can't impress their parents, no matter how hard they try.
Work is getting to me. Nothing I do is right anymore. Classes are getting to me. I hope I can get decent grades. I have no money and I need another $100 worth of stuff for my stage makeup class. I need to drive to Atlanta to get it. Buster's birthday is on Monday, and I have no money to get him anything or take him out anywhere. I can't wake up in the morning anymore. Nothing is right. The worst part of it is that I don't even have time to take care of myself anymore. I don't have time to take a shower, eat, sleep, do homework, you name it.
I'm glad I have a 3 day weekend. When I come back I'll have to immediately start rehearsals, work, class, KCACTF rehearsals, homework, and whatever else. I need some time alone. I get to dogsit this weekend. Money + sleep = good.
I'm about to wig out on a certain creepy person. If this guy doesn't stop following me and stalking me, I WILL kick his ass. I'm not a violent person, but I've just had enough. I'm just waiting for him to mess with me one more time. Next time he does I'm gonna kick him right in the balls. Ugh.
I think I've bitched enough for right now. I just needed to vent.
I need lots of hugs.
I'm off. Bye.
Because when you love you know what makes the world turn...
*Lulu*
I have this wretched headcold that will not go away. It's the same one that I had at the end of the semester. I got rid of it briefly, and now it's back again. Dammit.
I had auditions the other night. They went decently I suppose. I had callbacks last night. I was called back for WGA Stories and Episodes in Sexuality. My callbacks for both were terrible. I was just having a really off day. My head feels like it's in a different dimension, I don't know how else to explain it. I feel kind of like I'm dreaming all the time. It's really weird.
Normally I get all nervous or anxious before classes start, but I was totally calm and kind of apathetic. I didn't get all nervous before auditions, callbacks, the KCACTF meeting. Nothing. I kind of don't care about anything right now. I mean, I care, but I just can't bring myself to get excited about anything.
It's the first week of school and I'm already worn out. I practically live in this building. I might as well bring a sleeping bag and toothbrush and just camp out in the acting studio.
The weird thing about all this is that I wasn't even looking forward to checking the cast list this morning. Usually it's this big deal for me, but I just wandered past it this morning. When I finally did check it I saw that I was cast in West GA Stories, and I'm house manager of Episodes. Not bad. I was actually kind of surprised. I had Quizno's to celebrate.
I have my KCACTF lines down, and I'm ready to get the blocking.
The less time I spend with Shelly, the better. I don't know how much more I can handle before I have a breakdown. I feel I'm approaching it swiftly anyway. I feel like some neglected child that can't impress their parents, no matter how hard they try.
Work is getting to me. Nothing I do is right anymore. Classes are getting to me. I hope I can get decent grades. I have no money and I need another $100 worth of stuff for my stage makeup class. I need to drive to Atlanta to get it. Buster's birthday is on Monday, and I have no money to get him anything or take him out anywhere. I can't wake up in the morning anymore. Nothing is right. The worst part of it is that I don't even have time to take care of myself anymore. I don't have time to take a shower, eat, sleep, do homework, you name it.
I'm glad I have a 3 day weekend. When I come back I'll have to immediately start rehearsals, work, class, KCACTF rehearsals, homework, and whatever else. I need some time alone. I get to dogsit this weekend. Money + sleep = good.
I'm about to wig out on a certain creepy person. If this guy doesn't stop following me and stalking me, I WILL kick his ass. I'm not a violent person, but I've just had enough. I'm just waiting for him to mess with me one more time. Next time he does I'm gonna kick him right in the balls. Ugh.
I think I've bitched enough for right now. I just needed to vent.
I need lots of hugs.
I'm off. Bye.
Because when you love you know what makes the world turn...
*Lulu*