Saturday, November 15, 2003
I must say, it's been quite a week.
One day of school.
Three days of New York.
One day of auditioning.
One day stuck in America's armpit- New Jersey.
Second row tickets to Josh Groban.
I'm going to go eat some apple pie. I'll elaborate on my New York adventures later (I think I said that last time, too).
Jaclyn wuz here at 9:48 AM |
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
I've never truly pulled an all-nighter before. Sure, I've stumbled from dusk 'til dawn whilst stealing a few catnaps on the way, but I've never just stayed up. Until now, of course.
I can't sleep. In five hours, I board a plane. Again. To New York. Again. But this time, with a purpose far more intimidating than "to see leaves! and broadway! and taxis! and ugly people walking the streets with beautiful ones!"
As corny/cliched/MandyMooreHowtoDeal it may sound, my freaking, like, future may hang in the balance, or something. Yeah.
I'm not even packed yet. I haven't even completely polished my monologue things. I haven't even wiped them off with a dirty, greasy rag to prepare them for polishing.
I'm screwed. Wish me luck (or leg breaking, as the case may be).
Jaclyn wuz here at 1:05 AM |
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Guess who DOESN'T WANT TO GO?
But GUESS WHAT ELSE.
Charlie B rocks my world, and it shall continue to do so for at least two more weeks. Baby.
**P.S. I hope that everyone who is gloomy about things feels better. This is directed towards individuals. I hope you get it, individuals. <3 <3 to said individuals.**
***P.P.S. FREAKING AMY IS OLD, LIKE FREAKING 18. HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH, SMITHE!!!! . End. ***
Jaclyn wuz here at 9:38 PM |