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I'm listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Total flashback to Junior year.
Kristen got a livejournal which I read, yet she still does not know that I keep one. I guess it would be silly for us to be LJ friends when we probably tell each other more in real life than we ever divulge on livejournal. Oh, silly, silly livejournal.
I really think this shouldn't just be the place where I complain about all the work I have, or the boy I like, or how I want to be in a show, or whatever. I've been neglecting my real journal lately too. I guess that's because I like to write in it when I get in bed, but these days when I get in bed I pretty much just crash. Ugh.
Maybe I'll write about how small this city is. People think it's huge, but it's really not. Last night at Little Women (yes I saw it last night!) Dan ran into this girl he was in a show with two years. Tonight as I was walking home in the rain, I ran into Grant Weanaus over on my side of town. We do not live in little bubbles. It's like living in any other city - you go out and inevitably run into people you know. New Yorkers are nice. I love being one.
There are some things in life that you just can't get enough of. Like love. Some people could say to me "Oh, you're so lucky because at least you've been in love once." But you never stopped wanting to be in love and be loved in return. Your heart never stops yearning for that. When we get married we get married because (hopefully) we've found the person who we're going to love forever and who will love us just as strongly for just as long. Having it once does not satisfy the need. For me it's the same way with music and performing. Just because I've been in a show here does not satisfy my need to be on stage. I will never stop wanting to be on stage. It is my love which I guess is why I feel the same way about it as a feel about love.
That book "A Life in the Arts" was right - all artists really do need some serious couch time.
Kristen got a livejournal which I read, yet she still does not know that I keep one. I guess it would be silly for us to be LJ friends when we probably tell each other more in real life than we ever divulge on livejournal. Oh, silly, silly livejournal.
I really think this shouldn't just be the place where I complain about all the work I have, or the boy I like, or how I want to be in a show, or whatever. I've been neglecting my real journal lately too. I guess that's because I like to write in it when I get in bed, but these days when I get in bed I pretty much just crash. Ugh.
Maybe I'll write about how small this city is. People think it's huge, but it's really not. Last night at Little Women (yes I saw it last night!) Dan ran into this girl he was in a show with two years. Tonight as I was walking home in the rain, I ran into Grant Weanaus over on my side of town. We do not live in little bubbles. It's like living in any other city - you go out and inevitably run into people you know. New Yorkers are nice. I love being one.
There are some things in life that you just can't get enough of. Like love. Some people could say to me "Oh, you're so lucky because at least you've been in love once." But you never stopped wanting to be in love and be loved in return. Your heart never stops yearning for that. When we get married we get married because (hopefully) we've found the person who we're going to love forever and who will love us just as strongly for just as long. Having it once does not satisfy the need. For me it's the same way with music and performing. Just because I've been in a show here does not satisfy my need to be on stage. I will never stop wanting to be on stage. It is my love which I guess is why I feel the same way about it as a feel about love.
That book "A Life in the Arts" was right - all artists really do need some serious couch time.