I'm literally having a panic attack because of stupid sweeney todd. Apparently I got assigned to do the razors, on like WEDNESDAY, because I decided to call theaters. Well guess what, no one except the Kennedy Center and Signature theatre have done it in the last ten years (Which blows my mind). I tried signature, but they have NO props left, so ( Read more... )

I've become extremely independent this semester, which is good. However, I miss being taken care of. I just like wish that I had a someone to turn to [besides my loving and awesome friends].

I don't know, I never thought I would actually miss the concept of relationship.
This kind of disgusts me.

last night was my hottest mess ever. i didn't drink TOO much, but i forgot to eat and then i was watching someone else live my freshman year. and i got emotionally and vommy. i'm so glad my friends take care of me.

too bad i got written up. ah well

I was just thinking tonight, and I remembered a post someone put on my LJ last year. It was like after I had posted a bunch of stuff about my tawdry sexual life, and then I finally posted something like decent, wholesome, yada yada yada. They said something to the effect of "Boo, bring back the cheating ( Read more... )

I must be getting my gay period because I have not been able to stop eating for the past three days. Literally I come back from the pryz and i feel SO hungry. i'm always munching.

i don't like it.

pretty much a year later, things get a pretty good closure on the situation ( Read more... )

The show that Centerstage [the student run theatre group] fell through for next semester, so I feel like proposing something again. I proposed something last semester but it was turned down because it was too racy [which i kind of knew ( Read more... )

it's alright though, my audition wasn't that strong and what it needed to be and now i can get a job and focus on just bettering my performance.

c'est la vie.

Sweeney todd callback list goes up tonight.
i just really want a callback, if not the actual part.
it would mean a lot to me.

I find myself happiest or at least feeling happiest when I am around people I slightly know, whom I might consider acquaintances, who think I'm fabulous and fun and tell me so. I tell them I really like their clothes, and we bask in each other's mutual fabulousness and I feel happy. They don't have to know my deep inner problems, and I don't have ( Read more... )