His girlfriend, April, left a note saying WE'VE GOT AIDS before slitting her wrists in the bathroom.
Competition fiercer for drama schools than for Oxbridge. Why does this not make me more hopeful for my future? Oh, yeah. 'Cause as well as applying for Oxford, my plan is to audition for all the major English drama schools, too.
Currently, I'm pack for CO (leaving tomorrow morning) and wondering if I'm ever going to CA (my dad has a hernia); the plan, as of now, seems to be to go camping for a long weekend, instead. I'll miss LA, but it will make getting a summer job easier.
I've joined my mom's gym, Bally's, and I guess that I swam, too much, yesterday morning, because my legs are all one big cramp. I'm going to go rest, actually.
I felt bad about not having written much, in a while, though. I should blog again, once I'm in Boulder, but please forgive me if I'm a really rotten friend, this afternoon, and don't return calls, emails, ect.
It's not you; it's all the clothes that I'm trying to pack into one suitcase.
Also, I was up until about six, this morning, reading "New Moon." As I suspected, it is nothing to "Twilight," and yet still amazingly awesome. Caro, I'll give it back after my mom has a chance to read it, but I won't bother to re-read your copy too many times, because I've got to get my own. (Does anyone else worry that, even if I get a job, I won't make any money? I mean, I want the special, hardback edition of "New Moon," the regular DVD of "Rent," and the new Georgia Nicholson book, debuting next month, "Love Is a Many Trousered Thing." That's about sixty dollars, right there. And I don't have that much on my Border's card. *sighs* I'm going to be a starving artist with a HUGE library, when I grow up, aren't I?)
Currently, I'm pack for CO (leaving tomorrow morning) and wondering if I'm ever going to CA (my dad has a hernia); the plan, as of now, seems to be to go camping for a long weekend, instead. I'll miss LA, but it will make getting a summer job easier.
I've joined my mom's gym, Bally's, and I guess that I swam, too much, yesterday morning, because my legs are all one big cramp. I'm going to go rest, actually.
I felt bad about not having written much, in a while, though. I should blog again, once I'm in Boulder, but please forgive me if I'm a really rotten friend, this afternoon, and don't return calls, emails, ect.
It's not you; it's all the clothes that I'm trying to pack into one suitcase.
Also, I was up until about six, this morning, reading "New Moon." As I suspected, it is nothing to "Twilight," and yet still amazingly awesome. Caro, I'll give it back after my mom has a chance to read it, but I won't bother to re-read your copy too many times, because I've got to get my own. (Does anyone else worry that, even if I get a job, I won't make any money? I mean, I want the special, hardback edition of "New Moon," the regular DVD of "Rent," and the new Georgia Nicholson book, debuting next month, "Love Is a Many Trousered Thing." That's about sixty dollars, right there. And I don't have that much on my Border's card. *sighs* I'm going to be a starving artist with a HUGE library, when I grow up, aren't I?)