I wouldn't mind at all if some greater force removed this Infectio acuta respiratoria superior non specificata from my body. Not at all. This is possibly the worst time to be a corporal runny-nosed germ concentration. On the other hand, it's never a good time to be ah-chooing but fuck it, this is definitely the worst.
I have so much to do in a barbarously short period of time. I think I might actually die. Get your half-masted flags ready everyone cause this girl is going six feet under, IF NOT MORE! Badum tsss
I have essays to write (one short autobiography, inspirational texts about acting and dancing), books to read (one about contemporary choreographers, seems interesting - but thick, since reading has never really been my way to enjoy life), and psychology and mathematics to master (yay). The small font represents apathy. To the power of ten. Plus five. Times a zillion. In that order. And besides, mastering psychology and maths is a small inconsequential detail. Yeah, let's leave it at that (that being self-deception).
After having being in charge of an entire theater production, I caught myself paying attention to new things, when I went to see a real professional play today. The esthetics, lights, props, transitions. Even though it was a small production I directed (referring to the utterly exquisite diploma work of mine, duh), it mattered. Not that I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm not hopping on the choo-choo-train to choo-choo-pompous. Just a mere observation.
Time to get back to avoiding death. Me and my fever, together forever.
I have so much to do in a barbarously short period of time. I think I might actually die. Get your half-masted flags ready everyone cause this girl is going six feet under, IF NOT MORE! Badum tsss
I have essays to write (one short autobiography, inspirational texts about acting and dancing), books to read (one about contemporary choreographers, seems interesting - but thick, since reading has never really been my way to enjoy life), and psychology and mathematics to master (yay). The small font represents apathy. To the power of ten. Plus five. Times a zillion. In that order. And besides, mastering psychology and maths is a small inconsequential detail. Yeah, let's leave it at that (that being self-deception).
After having being in charge of an entire theater production, I caught myself paying attention to new things, when I went to see a real professional play today. The esthetics, lights, props, transitions. Even though it was a small production I directed (referring to the utterly exquisite diploma work of mine, duh), it mattered. Not that I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm not hopping on the choo-choo-train to choo-choo-pompous. Just a mere observation.
Time to get back to avoiding death. Me and my fever, together forever.
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