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I was planning on moving to Brooklyn next year. Seems like the logical first step towards that hipster, artistic, somewhat poor college student (hello, credit cards? student loans?) state of being ( Read more... ) -
Leavin' on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again
I cannot believe such a long summer has finally come to a close. But the greatest thing is, I still have to pack. Everyone else is moving in to dorms today; I'm sitting in my messy room in Winter Haven, Florida. Haha. What a slacker ( Read more... ) -
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Why do I feel the need to define 'home' all the time? When in New York, I try to make it my comfort-zone, though there's not much comfort to be had in a city of 9 million strangers; when I'm in Winter Haven, I convince myself its the fact that my family is here that makes it home. Maybe I don't really belong in either place. Maybe I have to split ( Read more... ) -
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Who knew that where you invest your sense of self-worth is so important? -
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I am painting the family room by myself. It's a very hard job.
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i want to drive somewhere distant, quiet, and without buildings or people... and just sit. -
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what am i doing...
i have to relearn how to speak whats on my mind. and believe that i have a right to say what i think. and trust that what i think is worthy to be spoken aloud, heard, and considered.
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bright and early, chilly, quiet, last sunday morning...
i'm up pretty early, because last night... well, let's start from the beginning ( Read more... ) -
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Vocal demos, dance demos, final WTE due, ITP Seminar final, ITP Lecture final, work, Acting demos, packing, moving to storage at Water Street, work, pick up WTE portfolio, final WTE Lecture, return book to library. anything else? i mean, besides the normal stuff ( Read more... ) -
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i have exactly 20 days left to get through. hard, down and running 20 days. when i get overwhelmed, i wanna just stay in bed, but i'm not sick. when i was little, my mom said i used to get chronic-Monday-itis. every sunday night I would be fine, then when I woke up in the morning, I would have a belly ache. I really did though. I mean, mom took my ( Read more... )