Well, I guess that happened.
I seriously think I blew my callback with Gray, today.
My problem is when I audition for people I actually know and want to like me, I totally panic and fall and go crazy and…do what I did today.
Eesh. That was painful. I feel so bad that they sat through that.
But, there’s no point in wallowing in my failures. Not getting Gray just means I’ll be able to spend the fourth of July in CB. It means I’ll be able to move to California that much sooner. And it means I’ll be able to start brand new, diving into the deep end, with no clue as what I’m doing besides knowing that somehow everything will work out for a reason, regardless of my failures and successes.
Let’s do this.
I promise I won’t be that person who only uploads sad music…but my god, this song is beautiful.
(Source: Spotify)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
That moment where you find out that you did matter, but you have to say goodbye, anyway.
“But oh, how things have changed, now I act my age. And you are older too, so why not see this through?”
Play count: 582
It’s a beautiful day in Chicago.
Words to Remember.
Everyone is leaving Chicago.
Okay, well, not everyone, but some of the people who have shaped me very much over the past two years. And it breaks my heart.
Like post-breakup heartbreak. So when I start thinking sad thoughts, I must remember:
There comes a point in your life when you realize: Who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So, don’t worry about people from your past, there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.
I’m really going to miss you, friends. I loved you more than I ever could say to your face.
I think my town should be proud of the 2008 graduating class.
Out of those twenty kids, one became a Valedictorian, one received a full ride scholarship to grad school for sports management, and one is a race away from qualifying for the 2012 Summer Olympics in London.
That’s a pretty high success rate, if you ask me.
Well done, CBCS, well done.
A healthy dose of, “Aww,” and self-pity for the day!
(Source: shelbdawg)
Dear Laptop,
Your shell is dented, your edging is chipping and falling apart, your track pad sometimes stops functioning, your finish is scratched, your keys are sticky, your screen sometimes blacks out, but dammit, you still work. Thank you for surviving four years of college. There were a couple scary moments there when I thought you were for sure dead, but you somehow pulled through and kept processing away. I hope you enjoy your purple duct tape band aide. You’ll be rocking it as an accessory for as long as you continue living. You make me so proud to be a Mac owner.
Love always,
The Idiot Who Probably Caused All Those Bad Things to Happen to You
P.S. Sorry for eating so close to you and spilling water on you that one time.
P.P.S. Sorry about the nail polish, too.
The [Almost] End.
Just had an unintentional Theatre Department reunion at the Wabash Tap. All I can say is: Columbia is losing some fine, amazing, courageous, beautiful actors this year.
Also, I don’t think I ever imagined myself capable of being so in love with a group of people before.
