What's that feeling that lights up my awareness a bit every time I have a flash of a face? A certain face. An adorable, extremely cute, bright-eyed face. Just a silly crush. They come and go, of course. Most lead to nothing, but they sure are fun to enjoy when they come. The trick is to let them go when they go. No worries ( Read more... )

To all my friends,

I LOVE YOU!!

:)

boredboredbored, tired, listless, bored
no energy, sick of waiting to hear about auditions.
how long does it take to make up one's mind?
not long i think, so i probably didn't get cast.
i must sleep and move on
my computer is very loud

Today on the bus I will be reading 'Julius Caesar.' That is my plan and since it is March 15th I definitely am. I am so cheesy, I know, but it'll make the first six or so hours of the trip fun...

Is it a metaphor ( Read more... )

Well, it's all over but the crying. I just auditioned alongside some really great actors, so we'll see how it turns out. It makes me think I need something else in my acting style that distinguishes me from the rest. It isn't enough to be good anymore. There has to be some sort of edge, at least for me. I don't know. All this traveling and money ( Read more... )

Well, here we are again. Sorry those of you who have enough love to check in on me on occasion, I wiped my computer and lost all my info, including my live journal, but now I'm back. Just don't call it a comeback or I'll tell momma and you know what she'll tell me to do ( Read more... )

I wake up everyday lately feeling groggy. I wonder if my vitamin levels are right or if my drug intake is wrong. :( I like to wake up feeling alive and fresh. When I was in Houston I awoke everyday (except when I was sick which I always am when I visit there) feeling fresh and productive and happy. But now it's coffee this and glass of wine that. I ( Read more... )

doner and done and done and done.
I sigh relief with a slight tension held on retrospective analysis.
God, let it go, it's over! I am tense; i need a massage methinks.
commitments dwindle and thin and for that i feel much relief.
Alas. . .

and it all ends this way the way a new shitty begins. . .
The tiresome stretch and I will need to learn how to push through or to ride through or to let it roll over me through the hump. I work so hard; I make so much progress, but by the end I'm a waste-oid. Nothing worth. Somethings can save me, but it ain't red bull or pot, no siree bob!