One of those 3am thoughts
I have really ugly feet. The thing that makes this noteworthy is when I was 5 I decided I would never be a ballerina because I didn’t want ugly feet. Here I am, 17 years later, with ugly feet and no talent to go along with it.
I just said my first “Good-bye” from leaving London. It’s funny because it hasn’t really settled in that I’m leaving and not seeing most of these people again that this good bye seemed so surreal, like I know it happened and that I should be sad, but my brain isn’t comprehending that I just said goodbye. It was to my flatmate and one of my best friends here. I...
Procrastinating from the truth
Instead of writing how all my plans have gone downhill, that I have less than a month to figure out something new, and everything just seems a little too real than in the past. Instead of focusing on the aforementioned, I’m going to write about my two dreadlocks. It won’t be too long, just an observation. I have one the was made all proper by my friend and I have an other that is...
It's all an organic process.
I think that is one of the most overused phrases that theatre people can use, but it usually is true. (Unless you’re an Uni student trying to explain why nothing has been completed.) I digress. I made a mistake, this blog is not about my second attempt to get an MFA in acting- though that will happen and be mentioned. This is about my journey back to America and finding a new place in this...
It's an introduction of sorts
I have just finished the process of preparing, double checking, applying, preparing, auditioning, waiting, and being rejected from my first attempt to get into an MFA acting program. I would like to claim that this blog is an original idea, but it isn’t. During the second “preparing” I was trying to find out what is appropriate attire for my audition for the program and stumbled...