Sep 22, 2008 21:15
So once upon a time there was a nice young girl in her senior year of college, and people started asking her what she was going to do when she graduated. And this young girl, she was nice, and she was smart, and she was talented, and people seemed to like her, and she probably could have come up with some options if she was forced to. And she was also terrified and freaked out completely and decided, well shit, I can put this off a few more years if I go to grad school! And she could also still live off her parents' health insurance! Brilliant! Why not! So she went, and it sucked a lot of the time. But she did well, and in the end, she's happy with the decision she made, because she learned many more skills, gained tons of confidence, made some good life choices in the relationship department, decided on a new career, and opened up some opportunities. But! Oopsie Daisy! It's her final year again, and this nice young girl still doesn't have an answer. Whatever is she to do now?
Fuck
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Tour, stay still, tour, stay still, tour, stay still . . .
I'm leaning towards touring, because I don't want to stay still just yet. I want to see some things, and make some memories that don't revolve around school or a "normal" job. I think I could really like that life for a year or two. And I always really did like running shows, I always thought it was a lot of fun, and touring is a lot of running. I'm organized, I'm efficient, I work hard, I'm pretty good at staying awake way too long, I look effing hot in black, I'm perfect for the job really. The thing that makes me think twice is having to run local crews. I'm pretty decent at running crews, but I doubt all the local crews would be undergrad girls who respect me. More likely they'de be older guys who would rather do me than listen to me. Lets face it, and I'm not being cocky here, the word most often used to describe me is "cute." And I'm not physically imposing, and I'm rather soft spoken. Doesn't really give me a lot of credibility. But whatever, I'm still pretty damn sure I could do it and do it well, even if it required a first week or two of kicking my own ass into gear and making myself be heard. Once I got into the swing of things I know I'd be absolutely fine, its just the getting my footing that gives me pause. I can do it, I have done it. I've come so far and don't plan on stopping soon.
Doubt and not knowing, its the bitch of living.
I would love to wrap my arms around a certain someone and make him smile.