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I...am so tired.
And yet there's 30+ emails waiting for a response, including LJ comments that all of you have made.
I think I'll wait and let those simmer till morning, because right now the only thing I want to do is put on my jammy pants and crawl under a nice warm blanket and watch flickering images on the tube. And smoke. And...just be.
I don't know why, but today was one of those brain-suckers. The kind where once you finally get back to your place, you can't think straight, can't see straight, and the only thing your brain can focus on is nekkid people up to something...nekkid. Not that it was a bad day, because it wasn't - I turned in my proposal and got a nice comment from Williams (my English prof), and the topper - I totally skipped Psych of Men. Was just...long. And disordered. My entire schedule is crazy. Also? 6 days till my birthday, not including the last couple hours of tonight.
As a sidebar...two more people today called me an "artist". I'm not all that sure how comfortable I am with that. Yeah, its nice, but is my stuff really that good? And really, doesn't it make me sound kind of pretentious?
And yet there's 30+ emails waiting for a response, including LJ comments that all of you have made.
I think I'll wait and let those simmer till morning, because right now the only thing I want to do is put on my jammy pants and crawl under a nice warm blanket and watch flickering images on the tube. And smoke. And...just be.
I don't know why, but today was one of those brain-suckers. The kind where once you finally get back to your place, you can't think straight, can't see straight, and the only thing your brain can focus on is nekkid people up to something...nekkid. Not that it was a bad day, because it wasn't - I turned in my proposal and got a nice comment from Williams (my English prof), and the topper - I totally skipped Psych of Men. Was just...long. And disordered. My entire schedule is crazy. Also? 6 days till my birthday, not including the last couple hours of tonight.
As a sidebar...two more people today called me an "artist". I'm not all that sure how comfortable I am with that. Yeah, its nice, but is my stuff really that good? And really, doesn't it make me sound kind of pretentious?
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On dating other theatre majors: don't, if at all possible. Been there, done him. And have entertaining stories to tell about it, but really, it wasn't worth the aggro and I doubt it ever is.
Happy 21st! That makes you legal in all states, yes?
And good luck on apartment-acquisition. HUGE leap in the all-grown-up Dept.
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I am not a theatre major, but my last boyfriend *was*, and it was hell. Not the relationship, but dealing with his crazy friends and hectic schedule...no good for me.
Thanks for the birthday and apartment wishes. I'm happy to announce that on both fronts, all was GREAT!!!