tell her how you never meant to hurt no one.
i can’t stop with the poetry. it isn’t even good anymore! it’s just writing and writing and writing and so forth.
how’re all of you?
it’s been a while since a real check in. there’s exciting things happening, i’ll have you know. booth (our transmigration show) is shaping up to be a glory thing. a lovely, glorious thing. speaking of, i need to print the script. i got to write it, which was stressful because if you think my actor’s ego is fragile, you haven’t met the writer yet. it makes me want to vomit, being in the room while people read my work. even if it is a silly transmigration script.
last night’s rehearsal was tense, but good. we got a truckload done, which was exactly what needed to happen. we’re at a place where decisions need to be made, and toes need to be stepped on, but no one wants to be that person, and everyone gets upset at the one person who decides to do it (i’m definitely not that person, don’t worry). i go into major shutdown mode and hide as much as possible, like a child, which is such an idiot reaction to adult situations.
other things. callie turned 21. hannah passed out and we had a great time stealing hospital socks and wipes and then eating adriatico’s at 1 in the morning. we’re all running off minimal sleep. maddie and i have been vegans for over a week now. that’s exciting. that’s for another post, actually. i really enjoy it. I HAD A MASSIVE WONDERFUL DEVOTELY TO BE WISHED BREAKTHROUGH IN ACTING. but, i can’t talk about it, because it’ll cheapen the experience. uhm. the anarchist commune (my poetry class) is doing really well. really well. it’s one of my top three classes. speaking of, i need to go re-register for those.
okay. that’s enough for now.
everyone’s beautiful, and nothing hurts. that’s my prayer for you.
