It's been awhile...
Yeah, I haven't updated because I haven't felt like it and because I've had no time. Midterms will do that to you.
I desperately need to go grocery shopping--we have practically nothing edible in the fridge and we are out of milk. This is a travesty.
I had my stage combat midterm, and it went really well. So now I just have to get through the other...uh...6 or so midterms I have to deal with over the next two weeks. Rock on.
Love's Labours Lost sucks. Hi, plot? Would you like to join us? Thanks, that would be great.
Paul hasn't been in class for the last three weeks, and I think he's going to be gone again this week. It sucks a lot when your acting teacher doesn't show up for class. If he was a student, he would be failing since the University implemented a policy this semester that if you miss more than 2 classes, your grade drops half a letter.
I rarely talk to my friends from home anymore--a fact that I am finding increasingly depressing. Time to get off my ass and IM people.
I feel like I live in two "worlds"--the normal world and the theatre world. My friends are separate and I act differently depending on who I am with. But the question which keeps popping up is, which is the real me?
Anne and I are going to see Murder in Green Meadows at Studio Arena courtesy of the amazing Colleen Mayer. You. Rule.
I have already started worrying about what I'm going to do this summer. I want to get into SDP, but I am pretty sure that I won't, which sucks since I love Shakespeare. (Plus it pays, and an actual paying theatre job would be amazing.)
I am so out of it. Fuck you, midterms.
I desperately need to go grocery shopping--we have practically nothing edible in the fridge and we are out of milk. This is a travesty.
I had my stage combat midterm, and it went really well. So now I just have to get through the other...uh...6 or so midterms I have to deal with over the next two weeks. Rock on.
Love's Labours Lost sucks. Hi, plot? Would you like to join us? Thanks, that would be great.
Paul hasn't been in class for the last three weeks, and I think he's going to be gone again this week. It sucks a lot when your acting teacher doesn't show up for class. If he was a student, he would be failing since the University implemented a policy this semester that if you miss more than 2 classes, your grade drops half a letter.
I rarely talk to my friends from home anymore--a fact that I am finding increasingly depressing. Time to get off my ass and IM people.
I feel like I live in two "worlds"--the normal world and the theatre world. My friends are separate and I act differently depending on who I am with. But the question which keeps popping up is, which is the real me?
Anne and I are going to see Murder in Green Meadows at Studio Arena courtesy of the amazing Colleen Mayer. You. Rule.
I have already started worrying about what I'm going to do this summer. I want to get into SDP, but I am pretty sure that I won't, which sucks since I love Shakespeare. (Plus it pays, and an actual paying theatre job would be amazing.)
I am so out of it. Fuck you, midterms.