What's on my mind...
Pirates is almost over :(
The dorm doors don't work and no one (including Public Safety) can un-lock them with the key-cards. Technology bites back again.
Strike is going to suck.
Strike won't suck nearly as much as finishing this paper will.
Cattle call isn't as intimidating after NCTC this morning.
The girls from Elon all look and sound alike.
A word of advice? Spend less money on your Cache dress and buy some damn pantyhose and sensible shoes for auditioning. Last time I checked, it wasn't a good idea to wear metallic silver 3-and-a-half-inch-pumps.
I'm watching Fear and Loathing. For some reason I am thinking of Prisca...maybe because she had that poster on her wall.
My throat feels like sandpaper.
I want Thanksgiving to be here...NOW.
I need to start this damn paper.
I wish I had a convertible.
The girls on my floor are drizzle.
Taco Bell satisfies the stressed college student.
I need coffee.
I want to go to the 'dell Arte school in Italy with Gracie...but damn I'm poor.
Although, it would suck to leave when some of my favorite people are about to graduate.
I wish I had more time to just sit and read for recreation.
I feel like watching really shitty porn for laughs right now.
Betsy makes any production hilarious.
Wow...I'm still wearing my damn makeup. I'm gonna go take that off.
I doubt I am going to be passed on. Maybe it was a bad idea to do a melodramatic monologue.
Oh well. Here's to Midwest, IODs, Strawhats, and NETC.
When did everyone decide SETC was the end-all-be-all of theatre confrences?
The dorm doors don't work and no one (including Public Safety) can un-lock them with the key-cards. Technology bites back again.
Strike is going to suck.
Strike won't suck nearly as much as finishing this paper will.
Cattle call isn't as intimidating after NCTC this morning.
The girls from Elon all look and sound alike.
A word of advice? Spend less money on your Cache dress and buy some damn pantyhose and sensible shoes for auditioning. Last time I checked, it wasn't a good idea to wear metallic silver 3-and-a-half-inch-pumps.
I'm watching Fear and Loathing. For some reason I am thinking of Prisca...maybe because she had that poster on her wall.
My throat feels like sandpaper.
I want Thanksgiving to be here...NOW.
I need to start this damn paper.
I wish I had a convertible.
The girls on my floor are drizzle.
Taco Bell satisfies the stressed college student.
I need coffee.
I want to go to the 'dell Arte school in Italy with Gracie...but damn I'm poor.
Although, it would suck to leave when some of my favorite people are about to graduate.
I wish I had more time to just sit and read for recreation.
I feel like watching really shitty porn for laughs right now.
Betsy makes any production hilarious.
Wow...I'm still wearing my damn makeup. I'm gonna go take that off.
I doubt I am going to be passed on. Maybe it was a bad idea to do a melodramatic monologue.
Oh well. Here's to Midwest, IODs, Strawhats, and NETC.
When did everyone decide SETC was the end-all-be-all of theatre confrences?