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LOOK AT THIS.
Those are the courses I'm required to take for my new major at my new school. I am so fucking excited it's not even funny.
About a week ago, I realized that I want to write. I just want to be able to sit outside in courtyards and inside libraries and in the middle of hallways in the dorms and write there for hours at a time, losing track of time and scratching out half of what I've written because it's complete shit. I want to write plays, first and foremost, and I want to write poetry and a novel and a book of short stories and everything under the sun. I want someone to find my book in a library randomly, pick it up on a whim, and love it.
I want to write the next Bright Lights, Big City.
((best book ever, btw)) ... ((after Phantom))
I'll be living in the city of Pittsburgh (stalking opportunity ahoy) three blocks away from the theatres. I already have a job that pays me $2000 per semester. I'll be able to find pretty much any other job I want, because it's in the middle of the CULTURAL DISTRICT of Pittsburgh. Basically: the coolest place in the world. I could work at McDonalds, Starbucks, a music store, any variety of restaurants, a bookstore, a parking garage, ANYWHERE. I can be an usher at the theatre. I can find out how to be the person selling merch at the theatre (because that looks like SO much fun, no lie.)
I can do anything.
This is seriously the most empowering moment of my life.
Now I just have to hope that I didn't get into UConn's puppetry program, which was my life goal. I've wanted that for two years, but after getting into Point Park and seeing everything they're giving me, I've never wanted something as badly. I want to live in my city and work in my city and write about my city. This will provide me with more working opportunities and I love everything about it. UConn hasn't sent me my acceptance/rejection letter. I have no idea what's going on, so I've already come to terms with the fact that I'm not going. I honestly think I'll be upset if I get in because I'm so excited about what used to be my BACKUP plan.
Confusion. Need to think and ponder and think and write. I don't know what to do. Only three people get accepted every year and if I'm one of those three... I've wanted this forever. How does that just go away overnight?
Those are the courses I'm required to take for my new major at my new school. I am so fucking excited it's not even funny.
About a week ago, I realized that I want to write. I just want to be able to sit outside in courtyards and inside libraries and in the middle of hallways in the dorms and write there for hours at a time, losing track of time and scratching out half of what I've written because it's complete shit. I want to write plays, first and foremost, and I want to write poetry and a novel and a book of short stories and everything under the sun. I want someone to find my book in a library randomly, pick it up on a whim, and love it.
I want to write the next Bright Lights, Big City.
((best book ever, btw)) ... ((after Phantom))
I'll be living in the city of Pittsburgh (stalking opportunity ahoy) three blocks away from the theatres. I already have a job that pays me $2000 per semester. I'll be able to find pretty much any other job I want, because it's in the middle of the CULTURAL DISTRICT of Pittsburgh. Basically: the coolest place in the world. I could work at McDonalds, Starbucks, a music store, any variety of restaurants, a bookstore, a parking garage, ANYWHERE. I can be an usher at the theatre. I can find out how to be the person selling merch at the theatre (because that looks like SO much fun, no lie.)
I can do anything.
This is seriously the most empowering moment of my life.
Now I just have to hope that I didn't get into UConn's puppetry program, which was my life goal. I've wanted that for two years, but after getting into Point Park and seeing everything they're giving me, I've never wanted something as badly. I want to live in my city and work in my city and write about my city. This will provide me with more working opportunities and I love everything about it. UConn hasn't sent me my acceptance/rejection letter. I have no idea what's going on, so I've already come to terms with the fact that I'm not going. I honestly think I'll be upset if I get in because I'm so excited about what used to be my BACKUP plan.
Confusion. Need to think and ponder and think and write. I don't know what to do. Only three people get accepted every year and if I'm one of those three... I've wanted this forever. How does that just go away overnight?