And so a semester ends...
I am about to go home for winter break. I've only seen four shows this semester, which is a tad bit depressing. But, unfortunately, NYC is an expensive place to live and I've somehow managed to become completely broke.
And I'm changing rooms again. This time I'll actually be living with someone I know. And I'll be living much closer to campus. Unfortunately, I got a horrid e-mail from my psychotic first roommate, which essentially said "I'm friends with one of your suite mates. I'm visiting. So there." Actually, that wouldn't have been as bad if she hadn't said things such as "you change rooms more often than people change sheets" and the fact that I said I didn't refuse to live with her in the first place was because I didn't want to hurt her feelings was "shit".
Pity her "friend" that she knows in the suite is the one who was egging me on, trying to get me to tell stories of how miserable I was. Of course, then that girl told my ex-roommate. I'll have to watch out for her, I guess...
I'm going to register for a Broadway Dance class that the school gym offers. I'll get back into shape and I'll be participating in something that will help me with theatre.
I have tickets to Sunday in the Park With George as well, which makes me happy. And I may be dropping by EIE this winter, if one of my friends decides he wants to stop by when he's visiting.
So..that's essentially it for right now. I need to start taking dance lessons and start practicing singing. And get contacts, since glasses don't really work to well while dancing.
And I'm changing rooms again. This time I'll actually be living with someone I know. And I'll be living much closer to campus. Unfortunately, I got a horrid e-mail from my psychotic first roommate, which essentially said "I'm friends with one of your suite mates. I'm visiting. So there." Actually, that wouldn't have been as bad if she hadn't said things such as "you change rooms more often than people change sheets" and the fact that I said I didn't refuse to live with her in the first place was because I didn't want to hurt her feelings was "shit".
Pity her "friend" that she knows in the suite is the one who was egging me on, trying to get me to tell stories of how miserable I was. Of course, then that girl told my ex-roommate. I'll have to watch out for her, I guess...
I'm going to register for a Broadway Dance class that the school gym offers. I'll get back into shape and I'll be participating in something that will help me with theatre.
I have tickets to Sunday in the Park With George as well, which makes me happy. And I may be dropping by EIE this winter, if one of my friends decides he wants to stop by when he's visiting.
So..that's essentially it for right now. I need to start taking dance lessons and start practicing singing. And get contacts, since glasses don't really work to well while dancing.