...does this smell like chloroform to you?...
...so, from what i've heard, the earth's still turning. staying in and cathing up on sleep is a better option. i realized midway through a class that i had missed a scene rehearsal the day before. shit, my memory's been off this week. a lot of big things are coming up soon, and i feel i have to get prepared somehow. I've heard these lectures Peter gives, and know enough to read between the lines, as many others have. This is when we're supposed to be hit with that big bolt of lightning, the one that's supposed to make your path in theatre clear. I'm getting a B average in Acting, and that is high enough to audition for the second year stream. All I have to do is keep that average up. It's a secret hope of mine to get into the playwriting stream, but we'll not dwell on that. some good news: i finally picked up my Super Pass, and can now get tickets for plays and shows. Good shit, considering I payed for it. The money is short, the apartment is crappy, but everything's starting to settle nicely into routine. Mayhap i could even eck out a simple existance here. Horrifyingly enough, cigarettes have begun to make me ill. I can't smoke many anymore, and I hardly ever chain-smoke...even then I'll only chain three or four. Constantly tired, constantly rushing, never enough time. But better than high school, because I don't give a fuck anout impressing these people, or trying to prove to them that I'm something I'm not...ah, memories. sleeping hours? erratic at best. i left this screen to smoke, it's now nearly 3am. so this was all really just small ramblings from the dark hours of the morning.