say it like you mean it
you know what suck? auditions. not in the literal way- this is not gonna be a theater girl rant. no, i mean life's auditions, the parts where you put yourself out there and then hold your breath waiting to see if you're good enough. and the worst part is the waiting. i mean, the doign is scary as hell, but at least it's in your control, you've made the choice to open your mouth, make that move, confront or take a chance, so all you have to do is go through the motions and try to stick it at the end. what's worse is waiting for that score. waiting to see what way the verdict goes. i mean this all in a very general manner, i don't mean to sound cryptic.
on an unrelated matter i seem to have injured my foot at soccer. must ice it in the morning. and david haverberg is a lovey lovely individual for having so much good food in his house. as is that girl at tea garden- props to her!! also, am sick of writing bad poetry, from now on only the good notes, only the good words. must make sure to take more risks, too...
on an unrelated matter i seem to have injured my foot at soccer. must ice it in the morning. and david haverberg is a lovey lovely individual for having so much good food in his house. as is that girl at tea garden- props to her!! also, am sick of writing bad poetry, from now on only the good notes, only the good words. must make sure to take more risks, too...