A new leaf... cuz it's spring ya'll!
Haven't written since God knows when...
I think I just use this thing to read everybody else's... to catch up when catching up allows.
I cannot believe that I am done. The stress is manifesting itself in the form of pure laziness. All I've wanted to do all weekend is sleep. I'm not going to lie. I don't know what the hell I'm doing after September 6 when my lil contract runs out. But I gotta do SOMETHING. As entertainers, artists, performers, what-you-have-its, we're expected to rush out into the world and become successful ASAP. I got news: that ain't gonna happen. I've come to this realization, and part of me is okay with it. I have my whole life to become "successful," which, btw, what does that mean anyway?
Alls I need:
Health insurance (laugh, but its true. I go to the doctor ALOT.)
A new car
A place to live
Possibly an MFA
A cellular phone
AND MONEY.
Money rules all, so my next year might be spent accumulating as much of the green as can be seen.
So even if I can only see until September in my little glass magic ball(s), I'm gonna try to be okay with that.
In the mean time, I'm gonna try not to let the sadness of leaving the place that has been my home for the past four years creep in. Something about Catawba... and Salisbury... I've got a lot of emotional attachments and memories here that are going to be hard to let of.
So sad. Time for Bruce Springsteen! I'm going to see him tonight at the Bobcats Arena and I couldn't be more thrilled!
I think I just use this thing to read everybody else's... to catch up when catching up allows.
I cannot believe that I am done. The stress is manifesting itself in the form of pure laziness. All I've wanted to do all weekend is sleep. I'm not going to lie. I don't know what the hell I'm doing after September 6 when my lil contract runs out. But I gotta do SOMETHING. As entertainers, artists, performers, what-you-have-its, we're expected to rush out into the world and become successful ASAP. I got news: that ain't gonna happen. I've come to this realization, and part of me is okay with it. I have my whole life to become "successful," which, btw, what does that mean anyway?
Alls I need:
Health insurance (laugh, but its true. I go to the doctor ALOT.)
A new car
A place to live
Possibly an MFA
A cellular phone
AND MONEY.
Money rules all, so my next year might be spent accumulating as much of the green as can be seen.
So even if I can only see until September in my little glass magic ball(s), I'm gonna try to be okay with that.
In the mean time, I'm gonna try not to let the sadness of leaving the place that has been my home for the past four years creep in. Something about Catawba... and Salisbury... I've got a lot of emotional attachments and memories here that are going to be hard to let of.
So sad. Time for Bruce Springsteen! I'm going to see him tonight at the Bobcats Arena and I couldn't be more thrilled!