Feb 11, 2008 23:20
So I officially have less than 3 months until I graduate from Agnes Scott. Lately I can't seem to walk out of my bedroom apartment without someone inquiring as to what I'm going to do with my degree in Theatre.
After much deliberation/praying to God for a sign/staring blankly at my wall of Gone With The Wind posters thinking how much easier my life would have been if I'd had a lobotomy at an early age, I've decided what I'm going to do after I get my diploma from old Agnes:
I'm going to take a risk.
Next Fall I'm packing all my things and moving out to L.A.!
I've thrown around this idea for a while and lately I've been getting that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach... the one that tells me I need to do this for myself now or I'll never do it.
I'd rather not end up one of those old ladies sitting in a rocking chair telling the little kids in the neighborhood how "I wanted to be an actor when I was your age, but when I finally got the chance to do anything about it I pussied out!" (In case you're wondering, yes I would say it EXACTLY LIKE THAT...especially to small children. And I'll let their parents explain what the word pussy means.)
So to directly answer the question that seems to be on everyone's lips as of late...
When I graduate this May, I'm going to stay in Atlanta for the summer working as much as I possibly can at DHGC and then when Fall comes, I'm leaving all I hold dear and moving out to California where I will be (hopefully) auditioning like a madwoman to get a part in any production I can... you know, anything short of porn, that is.
graduating,
life,
l.a.