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.

Hmm I haven't blogged in a while.

College is good, but it still doesn't really compare to home life.

I've taken up rock climbing (more specifically bouldering), and though it makes me feel weak and inadequate, I love it. Like an abusive relationship.

Holden and I are in the middle of a Lord of The Rings marathon. Oh my god, do I love those movies.

I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. "Don't you lose him Samwise Gamgee." And I don't mean to.

My friends are almost as weird as they are beautiful.

I don't think I've ever spent time at the Glick house without laughing so hard it hurts at least once.

"I aspire to be the person my dogs think I am." I'm not sure who said it, but it certainly holds true for me.

I am home now. I started my wood stove and fell asleep next to it. Zzzzzz.

On an unrelated note, watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMYb8sq-jDU

My roommate's snoring is sporadic and ranges in intensity. Each individual snore is unique, I discovered, and I laid awake for several minutes listening to them. Some noisy inhales seemed to be posing a question, some seemed to demand something, while still others seemed to be adamantly claiming something.

The sociology class I'm currently studying for, "Urban Social Problems", has made me feel sickeningly privileged.

Today I made a film for a Spanish class with three other students. It was funny to see how our awkwardness and unfamiliarity faded as soon as we started filming and had to be goofy.

On a vaguely related note, I'm taking an acting class next semester! It fills the art requirement.

K, now back to the studying. I've decided that I need sleep, so I'm not plugging in my laptop. When it runs out of battery, so do I.

Currently: 43%. That feels about right, actually.