I'm not erasing, aside from spelling and grammatical corrections. I use the delete button too often when I blog, writing down half-thoughts and then dismissing them as completely unremarkable. Which they probably are.

Here goes:

I really enjoy acting. I performed a monologue in my acting class and got totally immersed in the scene. My teacher is great, she knows how to tweak little things that make big differences. When I finished, she was so complimentary, told me I nailed it, which was a huge confidence boost.

Funny story: I'm pretty sure this girl Cate from my acting class tried to set me up with another guy from my acting class. Lolz. Awkwardness. Whatevs.

As much as I'm looking forward to this vacation, I don't really need it. I've hardly worked this semester. I need a job so badly. I'm broke broke broke.

James is so goddamn messy it's ridiculous. His side of the room is a disaster. It gives me another external factor on which to blame my disorganization and general lack of motivation.

My self-confidence comes in waves. I'm all down-on-myself and then something triggers me to be brave and I talk to people and smile more and then I fuck up somehow and I'm all down again.



I'm only 18 for 6 more days! Weird. 18 seemed like such a milestone, now it's almost behind me.