Sophomore Year

...Is only a few months old. I can hardly make a judgement call yet, can I?

I am just finishing a Shaw play (AD and Sound Design). I am just beginning a production of COMPANY, and an observership on The Onion Cellar at the ART (directed by Marcus Stern and cowritten by the Dresden Dolls... I know... crazy/great). I'm a religion concentrator...no, seriously. I am in need of a working phone and a steadier/better income. I wish I had time for Bikram Yoga... which I hate only when I'm in the room.

I've gotten lots more boring since this summer ended. So, I'm working on changing that. Hope that jaded isn't a permanent thing. Might be the weather.

My nephew is adorable. Literally, the best part of my day.

Go see my sister's show in Chicago. The Goonies, playing at the Cornservatory. and don't subscribe to the Chicago Reader, because they are douche-bags.

I regret not enjoying my summer instead of pondering it all the freaking time. I regret not being more adventurous. And I want to be more of a bad-ass and a self-promoter.

I want to get a fish, and throw away half my stuff and live smartly and plan my day well. I want to take advantage of office hours. I want to consistently sound like I did in rehearsal tonight...

I want never to be an alumnae of this college (alum-hood seems to nostalgic and bleak... ick, not even my favorite people seem to have bounced back from it gracefully)

I want to escape to Europe in hopes that other cities in the U.S. can wait a bit before not being what I expect.

I want to appologize to Cassia for not calling back this summer, and being stupid when we could have enjoyed ourselves.

I want to get inspired radically. Exponentially.

I want to be a little bit smarter. And lose all of my lazy tendencies.

I want to go to bed and magically get 10 hours of sleep, but still wake up at 7am.

goodnight. this degenerated quickly.

~chelly