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I promised myself that I would never use LJ as a "real" journal and only write in it when I'm really depressed, because then it seems like I'm always sad. That's what's crazy about reading old diaries of mine. I only wrote if something horrible or something amazing happened; that's the only time I was "inspired." It made me seem as though my life was much more exciting than it is. Anyhow, this all means that I didn't allow myself to post this weekend. I was super sad, as I didn't get called back for any shows. But, I've retreated back into my previous state of denial, and now I "know" that it's probably not because of my lack of talent. So...that's what I'm telling myself. I'll just try again later. C'est la vie. Gotta love theatre.
In da meanwhile (hehe, reference to Fires in the Mirror), I performed my last anal perf piece today, and made it just ambiguous enough to where people think it was deep. But they seemed to also think it was amusing. Yay! All I've got left before Thanksgiving now is a final, a French composition, and a paper. Then lots and lots of turkey, stuffing, cranberries, family, and friends.
Check this out! Feels like 13!
http://www.weather.com/outlook/homeandgarden/home/local/60201
In da meanwhile (hehe, reference to Fires in the Mirror), I performed my last anal perf piece today, and made it just ambiguous enough to where people think it was deep. But they seemed to also think it was amusing. Yay! All I've got left before Thanksgiving now is a final, a French composition, and a paper. Then lots and lots of turkey, stuffing, cranberries, family, and friends.
Check this out! Feels like 13!
http://www.weather.com/outlook/homeandgarden/home/local/60201