A tuesday morning.

I wanted to talk about me for a little bit before I started on all my wonderful homework for reading break. And it is true I have done a lot of reading.

I have to write one and a half essays this week to stay on a nice schedule for the rest of the semester. I have to finish my theatre history essay on Commedia dell'Arte, and I should get started on my Greek and Roman mythology essay. It's hard when you don't know exactly what your argument is going to be. Am I trying to elaborate on the efforts of one modern Commedia expert's efforts in the artform in that it is in fact a reconstruction, or is it an actual revival of Commedia?

Yeah. That should be fun. I'm actually slightly excited. I've been getting that way with some of my papers this semester. It's friggin' odd.

Other than school homework, I have been great. Busy as fuck with rehearsals and work study and having a functioning social life. MMM.

There. That is all.
See you in a week?
JKJKJK

Dreaming big.

I could be a dancer.










I am going to create art.
Theatrical, meaningful, and beautiful.

Dancing and acting will go hand in hand.