A letter home ( Read more... )

Rather than just reword all this, here is part of an email I sent to mom, dad, and Carrie yesterday ( Read more... )

My movement teacher, Joni has this theory that her class is like a fight. Because our careers are going to be a fight, and our lives are going to be a fight. So this class is about fighting to focus, fighting to rid ourselves of the bad habits we've developed as actors, and fighting through physical pain. And sometimes the pain wins, and we "die." ( Read more... )

It's very different than I imagined. Admittedly, my ideas of "going to college" never really extended past moving in and meeting my roommate. I am actually sort of still stunned that I have to actually LIVE here and attend classes. And do things. At first I sort of felt like I wasn't on top of anything, and I was slipping. There were an ( Read more... )

I started this job the day after I got home from New Paltz, this past wednesday. I quit this past friday ( Read more... )

I think I just hit the climax of the summmer. I believe we are officially on the dénouement over here. But that's okay, we're not over yet ( Read more... )

Maybe updating this badboy will become a regular habit of mine again ( Read more... )

Even if I don't use this damned journal all the time, it's good to have it when I need an outlet. Facebook isn't exactly the place for personal musings ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving break ended, had a nice 5 day reprieve. Got to see my wonderful cousin and spend time with my family, but I didn't end up going out so much. The hang-outs weren't in my favor, you know what I mean. I didn't think about all that much so, so perhaps it was good for me in little, subtle ways ( Read more... )

Thank you for the lovely messages on the last entry ( Read more... )