so i saw both “the trail to oregon” and “ani” the past two days and i’m really considering going back to see one (or both???) shows again because they were amazing. so happy and thankful for many many things right now.
i want to cry so badly but i can’t. which is almost more fucking depressing than actually crying. ha
okay so i emailed the people i auditioned for last night and asked if they’d let me come back and audition for a part as one of the brothers. they acted like they’d never heard of such a thing. but like let’s be real there’s ONE FEMALE ROLE and she’s belting high e’s and f’s everywhere so like give an alto a chance plz.
ha ha i suck at evRYTRHIFNG I WANT TO JUST GiVE UP
hey i have an audition tonight and i also look kinda cute today gooooo me!
how to appropriately respond when a guy you don’t know tries to start flirting with you on facebook in the middle of the night.
having health anxiety is probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to me…i have all these little circular bruises underneath my forearms and after doing some google research i’m afraid it could be something very serious???? ughhhhhh 100% done with my brain
one time while taking a very crowded train home from chicago, i was forced to sit next to a stranger. obviously this happens a lot, but most of the time people ignore you or sleep. however, this one time in particular, a woman struck up a conversation with me. she was an older black woman, very well put together and articulate. she told me she worked as some sort of correctional officer or a guard (for lack of better word) at a prison. i told her that she must be very brave, because i would never have the courage to do her job. she told me how there were times she was scared, really scared at her job. but she also went on to tell me how she saw people change in prison. she told me she saw people find god and turn their lives around. she told me how she tried to help as much as she could, that she felt rewarded when she felt she made an impact on their lives by trying to help them turn around.
she then told me how there were boys who were my age who were consistently in and out all the time, and how she tried to help them see that they had such a long life to live and better things to do than what they were involved in.
she told me how she put her son through college, how she has a baby granddaughter. she asked me about my plans, my family. she was amazing, and i’ve never seen her since.
i think about that conversation a lot, though. there are amazing people all around us all the time, and we never know it. we interact with them, we sit next to them on trains. it’s important to listen to people when they have a story to tell.
i don’t really remember if i talked to my friends about my conversation with that amazing woman, but i do know it’s stuck with me for the past two years.
i’m crying i found a children’s theatre and school in portland (which is one of the areas i’ve been thinking about moving to once i graduate) and i mean this would be perfect it’s exACTLY WHAT I WANNA DO!!!!!
I CAN CRY ABOUT WICKED 3 TIMES IN ONE DAY IF I WANT TO