prospect park and prospects.
wow. a live journal.
do i have one of those? do people even write in them anymore?
im pretty sure this is the longest i have gone without a post.. stranger than that.. it seems i forgot 'lj' existed all together.
after i was reminded that people tell their life stories on the internet, i decided to go back and read mine. it turns out my memory is worse than i had feared, and i forgot virtually everything that had happened... (well, that is probably an exaggeration.. but i forgot about ass-tagging.. so that is pretty much everything.)
since im getting old and do not want to forget anything else.. maybe i will write a post or two when im bored and have free time.
HAHAHAHA!! FREE TIME!!! yea that doesnt exist. in the past year i have been involved in
west side story (see earlier posts)
guys and dolls
sweeney todd
into the woods
little shop of horrors
assassins
youre a good man charlie brown (which is going on right now)
and
big river (which is going on later)
and while this has been going on, i have been working mostly full time at some shitty coffee shop outside west chester.
its amazing. i love performing. i love singing (which is part of performing but obviously more specific.) i love the people i have met. i love the feel of the theatres i spend time in.. and at the same time, i cant shake the feeling that something is always wrong. like, either everything is too good or perhaps i am too much of an optimist to see when they are bad? so i tell myself it cant be as good as i feel, which makes me feel like im miserable, when really i have lots of great things going for me...
i wish i could get out of this funk.
hah hah... so i suppose thats it... an entire year.. and everything is the same.
do i have one of those? do people even write in them anymore?
im pretty sure this is the longest i have gone without a post.. stranger than that.. it seems i forgot 'lj' existed all together.
after i was reminded that people tell their life stories on the internet, i decided to go back and read mine. it turns out my memory is worse than i had feared, and i forgot virtually everything that had happened... (well, that is probably an exaggeration.. but i forgot about ass-tagging.. so that is pretty much everything.)
since im getting old and do not want to forget anything else.. maybe i will write a post or two when im bored and have free time.
HAHAHAHA!! FREE TIME!!! yea that doesnt exist. in the past year i have been involved in
west side story (see earlier posts)
guys and dolls
sweeney todd
into the woods
little shop of horrors
assassins
youre a good man charlie brown (which is going on right now)
and
big river (which is going on later)
and while this has been going on, i have been working mostly full time at some shitty coffee shop outside west chester.
its amazing. i love performing. i love singing (which is part of performing but obviously more specific.) i love the people i have met. i love the feel of the theatres i spend time in.. and at the same time, i cant shake the feeling that something is always wrong. like, either everything is too good or perhaps i am too much of an optimist to see when they are bad? so i tell myself it cant be as good as i feel, which makes me feel like im miserable, when really i have lots of great things going for me...
i wish i could get out of this funk.
hah hah... so i suppose thats it... an entire year.. and everything is the same.