This week has been rough for me emotionally. I go through a period every few months where I question the decisions I've made over the past few years and it seems I've come back around to it again. I wonder if maybe I should be acting. Now, I know that whichever thing I'm doing (acting or marine biology) I'll regret not doing the other one. The ( Read more... )

When I moved out to California last September, I promised myself i would start being better about posting in my blog as a way to keep up with the friends I was leaving. As can be surmised, I totally failed at that. It happened for several reasons, the largest of which being embarrassment that I felt I had nothing to write. That I hadn't ( Read more... )

I am very, very close to being decided that I will be moving to San Diego in August instead of December.

I am so scared that every time I think about it I break into irrational tears.

"As a writer you have to live a life and have real experiences of life. I remember saying when a great reversal came in my life like a bunch of bad reviews or an illness that there was another page of Shakespeare that I understand now that I didn't understand before."  -John Patrick Shanley

I'm not sure why I seem to have this obsession with having my whole life planned. It's pretty much fruitless, but it's the way life has worked until now, and I haven't gotten the change into my head yet. When you're a kid, you don't care enough to plan. Everything is possible and nothing needs to be planned. You don't yet really have a concept of ( Read more... )

I thought I was doing better, and then today I had a huge downswing. It's probably the stress from the move (just to a nicer house in the same neighborhood for anyone who doesn't know yet) and the fact that I think all the dust has gotten me sick, but I started freaking out about everything all over again. Do I really have any idea what I want to ( Read more... )

For those of you who didn't get the play-by-play by text:
I knew I was going to be standby, since I didn't get an audition slot. The doors opened at 9 AM, I walked in at 9:15. I put my name on the standby list. I was number 29. Took myself to Starbucks and parked in a plush chair with a coffee for a couple of hours. Worked on orgo and waited for ( Read more... )

I've been doing what one of my professors has dubbed the "post-graduation blues" for quite some time now. It's something that I've learned almost everyone goes through. And it is awful. Commiserating has only gotten me so far. I doubt everything. What I want to do, what I want at all, what I like, what I don't like, and what I want out of my life. ( Read more... )

I've come to the realization that I will become one of those tortured artists who is never satisfied. Even though I know I'm getting better as an actor (I'm miles away from where I was even last year at this time) it will never be enough. I am much better at looking for what is wrong than appreciating what is right. People tell me an overall ( Read more... )

Guildenstern. I got Guildenstern, and a couple other smaller parts.

I'm going to be in a mainstage show in February.

I suddenly have this great feeling off validation.

^-^