the line between faith and fear
oh man, oh man. i'm done with classes for the year!!! (well, i was yesterday at 5. bitches.)
holy crap, i'm 1/4 done with college already. this year FLEW by. spring quarter seems nonexistent.
my term paper is written, and i'm actually proud of it. it's a rarity for me to actually like something i write.
and and and
i might have a DATE this weekend? weird. i may have found one of the few ok guys on campus. i dont really know him all that well, but thats the point of hanging out this weekend. so i can know him better. who knows, i may end up hating his guts, which actually wouldn't surprise me considering i'm ridiculously picky about boys.
but oh well.
improv tonight. eek. i'm the only new group member in the show tonight. and boy, did that cause some heinous comments to be thrown at me by some people. yikes, bikes. oh, the drama.
and my arms are sore from carrying HUGE glazed (inside and out) two-foot-tall historical reproduction pottery across campus to my dorm room. oh, wait. pottery? no, i mean the singular form of pottery (pot), because my other piece was stolen. goo.
oh well. all the theater majors i know have really awesome internships this summer. if i was any good at all at acting or the like i'd seriously consider switching majors.
man, i ramble a lot. a lot a lot.
holy crap, i'm 1/4 done with college already. this year FLEW by. spring quarter seems nonexistent.
my term paper is written, and i'm actually proud of it. it's a rarity for me to actually like something i write.
and and and
i might have a DATE this weekend? weird. i may have found one of the few ok guys on campus. i dont really know him all that well, but thats the point of hanging out this weekend. so i can know him better. who knows, i may end up hating his guts, which actually wouldn't surprise me considering i'm ridiculously picky about boys.
but oh well.
improv tonight. eek. i'm the only new group member in the show tonight. and boy, did that cause some heinous comments to be thrown at me by some people. yikes, bikes. oh, the drama.
and my arms are sore from carrying HUGE glazed (inside and out) two-foot-tall historical reproduction pottery across campus to my dorm room. oh, wait. pottery? no, i mean the singular form of pottery (pot), because my other piece was stolen. goo.
oh well. all the theater majors i know have really awesome internships this summer. if i was any good at all at acting or the like i'd seriously consider switching majors.
man, i ramble a lot. a lot a lot.