Geisha and Meisner and Flowers and Bears
The show went really well, a lot better than I expected. However, on the Saturday morning in between Friday night and Saturday night performances i awoke to find my cell phone, perfectly functional the night before, not working at all. I have no idea what happened. I didn't drop it, I didn't run it through the washing machine, there's actually no bodily damage. Maybe a ghost came in at night and took it over. The short story of this is I have no cell phone right now, and won't for at least a few more days (given the incomprehensible accent of the guy at Cingular customer support, for all I know I just signed up for a new text messaging plan). Also, the fact of the show ending and a string of really dreary rainy days, coupled with my inability to communicate with anyone who isn't within shouting distance, have put me into none of those funks.
No matter how much happier I get here, how exciting things are, there's still a comfort at home that I crave. Whenever I feel especially lonely, or feel like I'm getting sick, or get tired to taking a shit in communal bathrooms, I kind of long to go home. I've had all three of those sensations over the last few days. I'm getting over it, though.
Also, my play didn't get chosen. I didn't really expect it too, and all the one's they picked were written by incoming seniors. Still, this year all in all is such a lesson in rejection. Funny thing is, today, like two days after I pitched my play, I thought of an idea for a new script. Which is good, cause I feel like I should keep writing, but I think I've been with my other draft long enough that I need to leave it.
Keep moving forward, keep moving forward.
It's beautiful out. The flowers are all blooming. This campus is practically carpeted with flowers that are hidden all winter and come into bloom now. I HAVE been stopping to smell the flowers, but it's not really the situation you'd imagine. I think it's more because I have such a hard time deriving pleasure from other things around me, that I have to take what I can get.
No matter how much happier I get here, how exciting things are, there's still a comfort at home that I crave. Whenever I feel especially lonely, or feel like I'm getting sick, or get tired to taking a shit in communal bathrooms, I kind of long to go home. I've had all three of those sensations over the last few days. I'm getting over it, though.
Also, my play didn't get chosen. I didn't really expect it too, and all the one's they picked were written by incoming seniors. Still, this year all in all is such a lesson in rejection. Funny thing is, today, like two days after I pitched my play, I thought of an idea for a new script. Which is good, cause I feel like I should keep writing, but I think I've been with my other draft long enough that I need to leave it.
Keep moving forward, keep moving forward.
It's beautiful out. The flowers are all blooming. This campus is practically carpeted with flowers that are hidden all winter and come into bloom now. I HAVE been stopping to smell the flowers, but it's not really the situation you'd imagine. I think it's more because I have such a hard time deriving pleasure from other things around me, that I have to take what I can get.