Therapy
F: Hey, Aaron, you should consider directing for SEARS,
A: Actually, I'd like to act.
F: The chances of a Grade Ten making SEARS is highly unlikely. I mean, you'll have a better shot next year, but you should really apply.
The BIG RED Miller book of Miller. Memory of Two Mondays. Submission. Fear. Excitement. Drama Club: 2 hours later. The first lunch meeting.
"I'm way over my head with this SEARS thing. Seriously, I'm out of my league. I have no idea how to direct and I'm too intimidated/timid to actually try. In short I'm a mental wreck at this point. I mean, I want to continue with this and this is only the first practice, but I'm so out of the loop and I don't understand anything. I mean, it's not like I'm trying to create an image for myself out there, but no matter how many times people explain it to me I still don't get it. Like, at the production meetings I feel so...out of the loop. But it's not the people though, it's all just me. I'm just not ready for this."
Oh my god, what the fuck am I doing?
Nothing ever is. Angels and Ministers/Saints of Grace Defend Us. Vin-Vinnie? What? Who? What? See Spot. See Spot Run. Fear. The shit talk. The weakest link. Home packed dinners (for the lucky). Laugh Track = Shattered Plastic. VOLUME. The Ostrich and the Rhino. Do the powerskank! Dan, are you biting an apple? Itchy ass. Let's do it one more time! Samosa run. Kelsey and Sehar, you owe me 60 cents apiece. Fear. Terror. Fletch.
Your worst run. 4 days. Tech. Jackson. The lobby board D:. (THREE EYES!) The toast. Your best run. Foreign policies. Awards. Holy shit fuck. Win.
Cloud Nine. Fish Bowl. Last rehearsal. Shit on the ground. Shifty elevator. Walking up and down stairs. Calorie Counter. Walking to Shoppers and Back with lots of water. Dungenous Mall. Williams Love. Holly, you owe me a bento. The Toast. The Show.
Bankroff. Phyllis. Rent.
Educational lectures in Winners. Epic Safari Ride. Don't forget: this is a small tree. You're not allowed to sit on the ground. This is a family mall. Amazing Transitions. Crew bow. Wendel onstage. IT'S A LEPRECHAUN! I lost. Nasty soup. Wine Gums.
Still Alive. Bro. Nasty Slab of meat. Awards.
Us.
It's been one hell of a ride.
-Aaron
Holly, you still owe me lunch...somewhere.
A: Actually, I'd like to act.
F: The chances of a Grade Ten making SEARS is highly unlikely. I mean, you'll have a better shot next year, but you should really apply.
The BIG RED Miller book of Miller. Memory of Two Mondays. Submission. Fear. Excitement. Drama Club: 2 hours later. The first lunch meeting.
"I'm way over my head with this SEARS thing. Seriously, I'm out of my league. I have no idea how to direct and I'm too intimidated/timid to actually try. In short I'm a mental wreck at this point. I mean, I want to continue with this and this is only the first practice, but I'm so out of the loop and I don't understand anything. I mean, it's not like I'm trying to create an image for myself out there, but no matter how many times people explain it to me I still don't get it. Like, at the production meetings I feel so...out of the loop. But it's not the people though, it's all just me. I'm just not ready for this."
Oh my god, what the fuck am I doing?
Nothing ever is. Angels and Ministers/Saints of Grace Defend Us. Vin-Vinnie? What? Who? What? See Spot. See Spot Run. Fear. The shit talk. The weakest link. Home packed dinners (for the lucky). Laugh Track = Shattered Plastic. VOLUME. The Ostrich and the Rhino. Do the powerskank! Dan, are you biting an apple? Itchy ass. Let's do it one more time! Samosa run. Kelsey and Sehar, you owe me 60 cents apiece. Fear. Terror. Fletch.
Your worst run. 4 days. Tech. Jackson. The lobby board D:. (THREE EYES!) The toast. Your best run. Foreign policies. Awards. Holy shit fuck. Win.
Cloud Nine. Fish Bowl. Last rehearsal. Shit on the ground. Shifty elevator. Walking up and down stairs. Calorie Counter. Walking to Shoppers and Back with lots of water. Dungenous Mall. Williams Love. Holly, you owe me a bento. The Toast. The Show.
Bankroff. Phyllis. Rent.
Educational lectures in Winners. Epic Safari Ride. Don't forget: this is a small tree. You're not allowed to sit on the ground. This is a family mall. Amazing Transitions. Crew bow. Wendel onstage. IT'S A LEPRECHAUN! I lost. Nasty soup. Wine Gums.
Still Alive. Bro. Nasty Slab of meat. Awards.
Us.
It's been one hell of a ride.
-Aaron
Holly, you still owe me lunch...somewhere.