It's the end of the semester. I know this not because I recognize the time of year it is but because my brain can't quite comprehend...anything. Every little piece of information that actually penetrates my thick skull just gets lost in the mess that was once a nicely organized collection of the things that make up...well, me.
This weekend I have to memorize my semester's vocal rep. for juries, another song in MT Lab, memorize three scenes for our acting 4 class, find an audition package for Millie (Lord save us all), barrel through four runs of the dance concert, and somewhere, in all my free time manage my personal life.
My personal life? I don't want to talk about it. It stresses me out more than anything. I'm beginning to think the life of a hermit is more cut out for me than I thought it was. And that's not to say that anything of the sort would EVER happen because I love the people around me way to much. I don't know why. But that's probably why it's called love.
But whatever. I'm clearly not using my time wisely. I've spent the past five minutes blogging and looking at pictures of friends on facebook rather than actually get anything done. But I really don't care. (lies)
Ok. For everyone I love, "I love you". Truly, deeply above all of all else, honestly.
Much love.

"What people think about me is none of my business."
---Steven "Thunderthumb" Delopoulos

I don't know who this Steven is. But he makes a whole lot of sense. I decided today, while running on the treadmill, that I really don't give a rip anymore. Not in a bitchy sort of way. Just, in a way that will probably do me a lot of good.
I'm done being sad and tragic just because someone else tells me I am. Even though, the fact that someone did tell me I am sad and tragic went in the notebook.

much love