God's dandruff.
Snow completely brings out the little kid in me. Even if it only lasts through my Acting II class and turns to nasty rain before I get out. Everything, even Hampton Boulevard, becomes beautiful, and peaceful, and quiet.
Magic.
I need to slow down sometimes. I get so stressed out when things aren't perfect...which they never are...so I'm always stressed. No, I probably won't make all A's this semester, nor will I win employee of the month. My eyes look dead tired, I'm completely and almost happily allowing myself to develop a caffeine addiction, and the few friends I've been able to hang on to might not remember me by the time this show is over.
But I'm okay.
I'm not starving. I'm broke, but the bills are getting paid. I'm not in danger of failing anything or being fired. I have some rocky relationships with a few people, but no one, to my knowledge, hates me or anything. Rehearsals are wearing me out, but this show is the strongest thing that's keeping me going. So I will just have to continue reminding myself that it's alright if my life isn't perfect. I'm getting by, and I don't need to ask much more of me right now.
I wish it had stuck. It's been years since I've had a good snowball fight.