There's good news before there's bad
I'm walking around with this feeling of things-are-getting better.
For starters, I didn't fail my first religion test, even though I promised myself I would. I actually got a B+. Without much actual studying. Thank you, Roy Hammerling.
I was cast in my buddy Ryan's senior thesis show, The Shape of Things, as Jenny - this should prove an exciting challenge, as her character is more sweet and sincere than anything I've yet played. Aaaaaaand what does that say about me...oof. Nothing. It doesn't say squat about me. I swear it's my velvety vocal quality that usually prohibits my being cast as a sweetheart, I SWEAR! 'Kay, moving right along....
I got a letter from some senior art major that wants to put a show together with the theme "Angels in America" (original, I know) and she's asked if I'd lend one of my bits to the display. I don't know what she's referring to, frankly, as I haven't done but a few assignments in art class, and those aren't even on display. Except on the drying rack in the print shop. Note to self: investigate further.
Suddenly I have an entire evening on my hands. I'm so lost without some sort of rehearsal to attend, and the concept of actually getting homework done on time is a little intimidating. Okay, not really, it's just making me feel a little like I imagine jell-o feels when the room temperature rises. Jell-o salad, with all those fake fruits/water chestnuts suspended inside.
The difficult part of this entry: the confession.
I'm having an affair with Xanga.
For starters, I didn't fail my first religion test, even though I promised myself I would. I actually got a B+. Without much actual studying. Thank you, Roy Hammerling.
I was cast in my buddy Ryan's senior thesis show, The Shape of Things, as Jenny - this should prove an exciting challenge, as her character is more sweet and sincere than anything I've yet played. Aaaaaaand what does that say about me...oof. Nothing. It doesn't say squat about me. I swear it's my velvety vocal quality that usually prohibits my being cast as a sweetheart, I SWEAR! 'Kay, moving right along....
I got a letter from some senior art major that wants to put a show together with the theme "Angels in America" (original, I know) and she's asked if I'd lend one of my bits to the display. I don't know what she's referring to, frankly, as I haven't done but a few assignments in art class, and those aren't even on display. Except on the drying rack in the print shop. Note to self: investigate further.
Suddenly I have an entire evening on my hands. I'm so lost without some sort of rehearsal to attend, and the concept of actually getting homework done on time is a little intimidating. Okay, not really, it's just making me feel a little like I imagine jell-o feels when the room temperature rises. Jell-o salad, with all those fake fruits/water chestnuts suspended inside.
The difficult part of this entry: the confession.
I'm having an affair with Xanga.