Since I still have no means of getting away and go see friends (car keys still locked up in car along with my cell phone), I am bored out of my fucking mind.
So I've cleaned a bit, sorted through some papers and found some old scribble. I scribble notes on just about everything. I can't remember the date, but I do believe this was written some time last winter.
So I've cleaned a bit, sorted through some papers and found some old scribble. I scribble notes on just about everything. I can't remember the date, but I do believe this was written some time last winter.
/shrug
I remember, but I am happy I won't feel that way again. I know better.
On a whole new note, god I miss acting.
I miss the stress, the drama, the smell of powder in the make-up room, hearing the laughter of the audience, looking into the mirror and not seeing yourself but the other you, the one on stage, how each item of clothing turned me into someone else, that feeling after, when curtains are down and the lights are off.. It is the most brilliant feeling in the world.
From when we did The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.
New in school so I was unicorn #2.
A few years later, getting ready for a show.
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I know right? Thanks