First order of business: my hair is now bright neon pink. It's the hotness. Pictures will be taken and posted soon. Oh, and while I'm thinking about that, I may have yet another photo shoot this weekend, too. More on that as it develops.
I'm dreading tomorrow. I've decided after a very rough few days that I can't avoid the doctor anymore, so I'm going in tomorrow. I'm really worried, honestly, that they're gonna freak out when they see how bad it is this time and I'll land in the hospital. Which is why I waited; I've got all of this week off. So, cross your fingers, pray, etc. I don't feel good.
Something I've noticed over the last few days in a variety of mediums: myspace, blogs, and message boards, is that there are people who are bitching because their writings are "private" - they don't want their journals reposted, or strangers reading it, lurkers, etc. Here's a concept:
It's the FUCKING INTERNET.
If you want to keep something to yourself, do it the old fashioned way and pick up a pen and a composition book. I mean, I write here mainly for my own amusement and for you - my dear close friends - to keep up. But I also know (though am sometimes surprised by) how many strangers come through here, and how many of the people I work with - be it theatre coworkers, musicians, past areas of employment, etc - find this. So you just have to keep that in mind. I never write anything here that I won't stand behind. And every entry is with the idea that my Mommy could find this, lol.
Speaking of old-fashioned journals, when I went home this past week, I picked up my old ones from middle/high school. I read through a few pages, and landed on one entry that always vividly stands out as a turning point in my life. It's one I'm already including in my yet-to-be-finished play, and I'll probably post here soon whenever I don't feel lazy and want to type it out. Needless to say, it's both a source of pride for myself to have found strength that day, but also kind of scary to see these words come out of a 13 year old's head. I was fucking nuts back then. I mean, it wasn't my fault with the circumstances I was give...but looking back on myself through an adult's eyes - I can understand why everyone saw me as so volatile and dangerous.
"I am a car crash - you won't survive."
I'm dreading tomorrow. I've decided after a very rough few days that I can't avoid the doctor anymore, so I'm going in tomorrow. I'm really worried, honestly, that they're gonna freak out when they see how bad it is this time and I'll land in the hospital. Which is why I waited; I've got all of this week off. So, cross your fingers, pray, etc. I don't feel good.
Something I've noticed over the last few days in a variety of mediums: myspace, blogs, and message boards, is that there are people who are bitching because their writings are "private" - they don't want their journals reposted, or strangers reading it, lurkers, etc. Here's a concept:
It's the FUCKING INTERNET.
If you want to keep something to yourself, do it the old fashioned way and pick up a pen and a composition book. I mean, I write here mainly for my own amusement and for you - my dear close friends - to keep up. But I also know (though am sometimes surprised by) how many strangers come through here, and how many of the people I work with - be it theatre coworkers, musicians, past areas of employment, etc - find this. So you just have to keep that in mind. I never write anything here that I won't stand behind. And every entry is with the idea that my Mommy could find this, lol.
Speaking of old-fashioned journals, when I went home this past week, I picked up my old ones from middle/high school. I read through a few pages, and landed on one entry that always vividly stands out as a turning point in my life. It's one I'm already including in my yet-to-be-finished play, and I'll probably post here soon whenever I don't feel lazy and want to type it out. Needless to say, it's both a source of pride for myself to have found strength that day, but also kind of scary to see these words come out of a 13 year old's head. I was fucking nuts back then. I mean, it wasn't my fault with the circumstances I was give...but looking back on myself through an adult's eyes - I can understand why everyone saw me as so volatile and dangerous.
"I am a car crash - you won't survive."
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