I just looked back at my past posts and realized that aside from stupid videos I've mostly been whining or commenting on tragic events.
Think positive:
1. I know it's WAY to early to say anything like this, but when I talk to him I CAN breath. This is the first time I've had butterflies in ages. Silly, I know.
2. I don't have any rehearsals left for Red Herring! The show only runs two more nights and then we strike it on Sunday. Yay free time! (Note to self, email Brad conflicts so you don't get put on a crew you don't want.) If I know what's good for me I won't be as involved with Hedda.
3. Spring break IS coming! Yen and I are going to dance her 21st birthday away in the clubs of Chicago! I get four days of home! We're having a paintball game at the house! Tami and I are in the midst of making way overdue plans to do something/anything. Yay Spring Break! XD
4. Even though I've been stressing about homework my mid-term grades seem to be kicking ass.
5. I made time to clean my room the right way today.
6. I think I can afford Vegas! (And I'm not too nervous about the flight...first time in a plane and I'm going by myself...)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Can I relax yet?
I NEED Spring Break!!!
Ug, I've been so busy lately that I feel guilty when I finally sit down for an hour to catch up with things online and then maybe to breath.
I love being busy, I really do, I just don't like the stress that comes with taking on to many "leadership roles." I love being my little ambitious self, but sometimes I forget that I have homework on top of everything else. Midterms are here. Brad still hasn't approved my second directing scene. He said no to the first one I showed him so as of now I'm taking a break from searching through another Pinter play. (Yay mind fuck!) Anyhow...let me remember to exhale and get back to the point of this blog.
I want to go home and actually get to spend a good chunk of real time with Billy and Mom. Billy came up for little sibs weekend and nearly half of the time I had to hand him over to Kyle because I had to work the show. Suck. Atleast he could still come, if Kyle and I weren't both at this school I wouldn't have got to see him at all. He had to arrive a day late because weather got nasty in Brookville. Mom didn't get to see the show or my choir concert. Call me stupid for being upset, I generally don't care if she can't make it, but this time I reserved four tickets to Red Herring and had to give them all away. Then I was doing something somewhat special for the choir concert. *shrugs* I shouldn't complain, she made if for my solo. Dick didn't want to hang out for the concert...they would have only had to stay for another hour and I could have got them comp tickets.
I guess I just get excited when I think somebody's coming to see me and then they don't get to. It's not really anybody's fault. Yay nature.
Anyhow, I think I wanted to cry on atleast five different occasions Sunday. Overworking myself is hell on my emotions. Amelia and Matt came to visit this weekend too, Amelia stayed with me, so it wasn't a problem to see her, but I had to tell Matt, "No, I can't come" 80% of the time.
I guess the real point to this blog is that I want to go home and see my family. I want to go on a hike and breath. I'm going to Chicago for a few days for Yen's birthday and I'm psyched about it, but I just want to go home. Mom looked so sad when she had to leave.
Ug, I've been so busy lately that I feel guilty when I finally sit down for an hour to catch up with things online and then maybe to breath.
I love being busy, I really do, I just don't like the stress that comes with taking on to many "leadership roles." I love being my little ambitious self, but sometimes I forget that I have homework on top of everything else. Midterms are here. Brad still hasn't approved my second directing scene. He said no to the first one I showed him so as of now I'm taking a break from searching through another Pinter play. (Yay mind fuck!) Anyhow...let me remember to exhale and get back to the point of this blog.
I want to go home and actually get to spend a good chunk of real time with Billy and Mom. Billy came up for little sibs weekend and nearly half of the time I had to hand him over to Kyle because I had to work the show. Suck. Atleast he could still come, if Kyle and I weren't both at this school I wouldn't have got to see him at all. He had to arrive a day late because weather got nasty in Brookville. Mom didn't get to see the show or my choir concert. Call me stupid for being upset, I generally don't care if she can't make it, but this time I reserved four tickets to Red Herring and had to give them all away. Then I was doing something somewhat special for the choir concert. *shrugs* I shouldn't complain, she made if for my solo. Dick didn't want to hang out for the concert...they would have only had to stay for another hour and I could have got them comp tickets.
I guess I just get excited when I think somebody's coming to see me and then they don't get to. It's not really anybody's fault. Yay nature.
Anyhow, I think I wanted to cry on atleast five different occasions Sunday. Overworking myself is hell on my emotions. Amelia and Matt came to visit this weekend too, Amelia stayed with me, so it wasn't a problem to see her, but I had to tell Matt, "No, I can't come" 80% of the time.
I guess the real point to this blog is that I want to go home and see my family. I want to go on a hike and breath. I'm going to Chicago for a few days for Yen's birthday and I'm psyched about it, but I just want to go home. Mom looked so sad when she had to leave.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
NOOOOOOO!!!
I can't get tickets to see Flogging Molly again!!!
I JUST found out they would be in Indy on the 10th...like 20mins away from me at the Vogue. Damn me! I didn't check for tour dates up here because I forgot I would be 21 and able to go.
I'm going to go cry now.
K bye.
I JUST found out they would be in Indy on the 10th...like 20mins away from me at the Vogue. Damn me! I didn't check for tour dates up here because I forgot I would be 21 and able to go.
I'm going to go cry now.
K bye.
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