Full Speed Ahead

Failure. My goal and intention for when I got back to school was to try and maintain a post every one to two days, but as it's only the 2nd week of school and I'm already riding the daily 4.5 hrs of sleep/pot of coffee train, I've come to the conclusion that such a goal was perhaps a little unrealistic. Therefore, I'm pushing it back to what, although still possibly difficult, is perhaps a more reachable goal of a minimum of one post a week. And thus, here I sit, skipping my first class of the semester, (early, I know!) an Anthropology class that i've deemed by all criteria and stardards a waste of my time. I've taken some Anthro classes before and found them educational and interesting, but after 5 lectures in this one so far, i'm giving it a big thumbs down. Nothing annoys me more than someone wasting my time when there's so much to be done.

Senior Year, actual senior year, has started off with an abnormally forthecoming intensity. Music to select and work, scenes to choose and prepare, the normal homework load, last minute connections and contacts to be made, nationwide auditions to keep track of and submit myself for, actual work so that I can pay to get to all of the auditions, squeezing every last drop out of the resources I have here while I have them for "free", attempting to learn all of the ridiculous things required of an adult (it's madness I say!), trying with wild abandon to have a personal life and enjoy a rather new something that's become a part of it, and the huge undertaking of the show (which I'm so excited and grateful to be a part of!) that I'm about to start rehearsals for. It's a lot. And it's going to be a lot for probably...ever, so I'm striving harder than ever, and though early, succeeding moderately well, to take it all in stride, breathe deep, smile big and know that if I just keep working and living for one minute at a time, I will survive and the things that are meant to happen will happen.

In 9 months I will be done with the chapter that has essentially defined my life for 17 years. It's scary and it's thrilling and I'm ready! Bring. It. On. Bitch! :)


In other news, I've had a strange desire to play electronic battleship lately. What does that mean? And...would anyone like to join?