Friday, March 26, 2010

also.

i wish i had stowed away in pauls suitcase so i could just be back in london.

well

wasn't expecting that. and got my hopes up. and then died. not really cuz im typing this. but i just. whatever.

thus is life and now its time to move on.

I was just so excited to get a shot and take it. like. show everyone that i'm good. I know im good or I wouldnt be doing this. but this is the first time ive really really put my eggs in a basket before they hatched. or what ever. I feel like cursing. ive done a lot of that today. what a great way to start off my break.

not.

on the bright side, michael buble in a week. which i would gladly give up to do this play.

oh well. I get one day to be depressed. then move on. and one day is proabbly still too muh. ive been moping for the past two hours. live for NOW right. The title of this blog. dear self. get over it.

Monday, March 22, 2010

emo.tional

i'm in a wierd place. I don't like anyone. I hate to start a blog with that sentence, but that's how I feel. right now. I'm just sitting in my room, trying to think of something to write for a number of papers. and I have auditions this week, which makes me want to vomit.

I may have stepped foot on the eastvold stage for the last time ever. so sad. I was very aware as i said "back for good" tonight, that that might be the last thing I say on that stage. and now I want to cry. How can it have been four years?? already. it's insane.

ad I have capstone and everything to do, which has been hard to find time for with the play. ugh.

Ugh. I dont want to be all depressed feeling, and I know its just because im sad about the play being over. I have so many emotions running around in me. and I feel like someone has taken a stir stick and just, mushed up my brain. I can't think straight. Also I can't start my homework until two am. how horrible is that.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Really? REALLY?

I'm so tired of all this petty SH*T. That's all it is. Petty. I'm so tired of people talking about people behind each other's backs, and then not owning up to it when they do. I'm tired of people pretending to be friends, and looking out for only themselves. I hate it. I hate it. I hate being called a bad friend because it is the one thing I try so hard not to be.

Goodness gracious. UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH