auditions

Well…. I did it! I auditioned for the Glee Project. I wasn’t entirely happy with the whole thing because my computer’s mic creates some distortion, but… I can’t do anything about that. So I guess I just live with it. I’m excited to see if this leads anywhere, but I’m also very aware that it will be months before I hear anything, if I hear anything. Mm.

Tomorrow morning early I am going with dad to fill in for Scott at a biker rally. I’m not looking forward to the less-sleep. But a bacon-egg-and-cheese biscuit in the morning might make me a little more happy. When it’s that early, I don’t always care that I’m eating crap, so long as it is made of things that taste really good. X)

I’m going to bed. Goodnight computer, internet, and world.

There's a big world out there

I’m trying to decide whether or not I should audition for the glee project. I suppose it’s an audition for an audition for an audition…. So I shouldn’t put this much thought into the whole thing. I should just do it and see what happens. But I’m scared of getting half-way there and failing and then having to come back to the “plan” I screwed up by going in the first place. There are too many words in most of these sentences. Anyway.

I always tell myself a story before I go to sleep. Sometimes if I’m lucky the story bleeds into my dreams. I’m usually not myself, in my dreams.  I can be a boy, or an androgyne, or some foreign ethnicity or a race that doesn’t exist at all. My dreams are one of my favorite places, actually. It’s way easier to be the hero in dreams.

One last thing: There is this person that reoccurs in my nighttime adventures. I don’t know what he/she looks like. They switch genders and clothes a lot, but when this person is there I always know it. They’re like my closest friend, and I always feel safe. My protector, sort of. The kind of feelings you get when you’re with someone you’ve known forever, and silence is okay and you know in a glance what the other person is thinking. It’s great. But I haven’t seen them in a while. I don’t know why.

dreams

…Had some weird dreams last night. I went to bed feeling pretty good, and somehow my brain translated that into:

• Deep-scuba and running out of air.
• Becoming a teen mom (Read: Horror.)
• Getting kicked out of the house.

These were all separate dreams. I don’t know what to do with them. Needless to say I feel a little crappy this morning.

Just experienced my first college ungrad interview.

Don’t know how I really feel about that. But finishing was definitely good. It’s validating to hear someone say you belong.


It was over the phone and I still cried. Jeez. Who’s the emotional one?

Professor Grandpa

…as I call my environmental science teacher, has assigned two essays and has given no due date. This would be exciting, except that I am a procrastinator, and therefore desperately require due dates.



Guess what progress I have made on starting these? Yep. I think you’ve got it.

Hair color?

I’m going to go get my hair fixed today. But I haven’t actually decided what color. Hm. I’m between an Emma Stone-esque red or my natural dirty blonde. Really can’t decide. I do have a pink undertone to my skin, so I’m wary of the blonde. … But I was born with it on my head, so it can’t be too terrible. Ugh. Help, internet?


I’ve sufficiently finished my homework for the week. All except an essay for environmental science. It’s really hard to start because he hasn’t given a deadline, and I’m a procrastinator.

What else. I’ve decided to start wearing what I want to wear and giving less of a care about what is…fashionable and/or normal.

That was a whole bunch of nothing but it’s still morning. Life hasn’t happened yet today.

fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:

CRY. 

(If anyone doesn’t recognise this, it’s Borders.) 

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This is the most perfectly sad photograph…

-Olive
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The bookstore 15 minutes from my house closed it’s doors forever earlier this week. I’m sad.

Write hard and clear about what hurts.

Write hard and clear about what hurts.
Ernest Hemingway  (via sleepingtigers)

nerdom

Firstly I am no longer sick. Yay!

On to the point of this entry. I suppose, being nearly 20, that the world should tell me it’s time to grow up a bit. Hah.

I got my welcome email yesterday. Observe:



Summarily I ventured forth tenuously into the world of Pottermore. Very fun, full of people that I understand. After a few chapters, it came time to be sorted. And. Well.

I was feeling a bit nervous. I’ve always been a self-proclaimed Slytherin. If I got stuck in Hufflepuff I think I would die of embarrassment. The questions were hard to gauge mostly, but in the end:



Today as I wake a proud Slytherin student, I’m allowing myself to bask in childhood for a bit. It’s a nice little pick-me-up from all that real world homework I have. >< Have a nice Sunday.

smile

still sick.

But I dreamt last night that an old friend lived down the street again. We wore plaid. She had Zebra and cats in her backyard. We talked about our old characters and then I jumped the fence to go home. She ran after be with a bucket of whip cream or something. Managed to splash it all over me in front of a glass-front pancake shop. Then we broke into song and dance and got an ovation from the pancake-goers. It was a nice dream.

cold attack

I have one of those colds where if you sit or lay down your nose gets blocked for no reason. I kept waking up last night. Like every two hours. It’s only the second week, universe. Come oon.

In other news, I think I will watch Apocalypto soon. And hopefully today my poetry textbooks will come. I still don’t know if I’m going to keep the class, but I’m interested in the books anyway.

I’m going to go puddle around for two hours before school.

first week

was busy. Running around, finding classes, getting the feel for new professors. They’re all a little weird. Right now I call them: The General, John Locke, Dane Cook, and Grandpa Hippie.

Went kayaking on the ocean for the first time over the weekend. It’s not so fun. The rolling of the oceans is definitely more noticeable in smaller boats. Miserable.

Now I’m sitting and watching Star Wars II. For this reason alone: