I don't know what this post is, but Me Gusta!
So there is a summer production about to start. There is an audition being held on Tuesday for a play, and I think I am going to try and audition. I feel like I have let 'the gender thing' keep me back, making me scared of doing things, being in public, being anything gender specific. However, since I have gotten in the pool in my fuck all swimming gear, swam my laps, ignored the looks, gotten over my fear of the locker rooms... I feel I can tackle this. I just hope that rehearsals aren't at night, or if they are, they are at night on the nights I am not in class. I have astronomy as the class I want to sign up for this summer, so we will have to see. I really want to do this. It is only a reading of the material, and I think that all the time I spent reading out my own stories will help. Fingers crossed. I keep saying that I want to act. I have the acting bug, it has bitten me hard in the ass, and I want to do something. This is my chance. I can't let it by again, saying 'maybe next time'.
My chest is stirring just thinking about it. Then again, it has been stirring all night since I saw the yellow moon, and watched it for a half an hour, not caring that people were looking at me strangely or could hear me talking. in some ways, I feel like I am claiming myself back. Back to the time right at the end of my time in Job Corps, when I was okay about myself, when I was stronger, when I was happier. At the same time, I feel like I have claimed a new me. I like that I am taking more action in my life. I want to feel better? Excersize! I want to act? Audition! Want to be better in school? Get the fuck off Tumblr! (Still working on that one.) I can't keep complaining about how my life is going badly if I am not doing something to make it better, or just getting by emotionally.
I know I said next large chunk of money I get will be for a tattoo, but I have changed my mind. Next large chunk of money is going towards buying a guitar. Bitches love guitars.
Sweet dreams, my lovelies. :)
Erin
My chest is stirring just thinking about it. Then again, it has been stirring all night since I saw the yellow moon, and watched it for a half an hour, not caring that people were looking at me strangely or could hear me talking. in some ways, I feel like I am claiming myself back. Back to the time right at the end of my time in Job Corps, when I was okay about myself, when I was stronger, when I was happier. At the same time, I feel like I have claimed a new me. I like that I am taking more action in my life. I want to feel better? Excersize! I want to act? Audition! Want to be better in school? Get the fuck off Tumblr! (Still working on that one.) I can't keep complaining about how my life is going badly if I am not doing something to make it better, or just getting by emotionally.
I know I said next large chunk of money I get will be for a tattoo, but I have changed my mind. Next large chunk of money is going towards buying a guitar. Bitches love guitars.
Sweet dreams, my lovelies. :)
Erin