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.
such a lovely break.
i have accomplished a great number of things. well, no i didn’t. i mostly laid in bed and watched an ungodly amount of movies and arrested development. that being said, i had one of the best breaks of my life. thus far, obviously. and now, for a list of all the books i’m returning with (as dictated to me by ethan vera, who should be in bed, but can’t sleep, so is hanging out with me).
the tattooed girl by joyce carol oates.
tales from ovid by ted hughes.
a garden of earthly delights by joyce carol oates.
the yeats reader by wb yeats edited by richard j finneran.
little bird of heaven by joyce carol oates.
the element encyclopedia of 20,000 dreams by theresa cheung.
the baltimore waltz (and other plays) by paula vogel.
dreams + nightmares by dr jennifer parker.
trainspotting by irvine welsh.
journal by mia vera.
five plays by anton chekhov.
elephant rocks by kay ryan.
black water by joyce carol oates.
bossypants by tina fey.
complete plays by sarah kane.
other journal by mia vera.
my plan is to read these things before march/april ish. bottom line, i’m finishing more books this new years.
i’ll post more fluently and in depth tomorrow. for now, i desperately need to pack.
what a good break.
wow. (read it like cassie ainsworth, if you please).
