Might as well blog. Why not?
I wonder why I never got into figure skating. I'm a pretty weird bird ; it seems like a fitting hobby for a young me.
My tummy hurts.
Mom and dad are off to Virginia today for Grandma's 80th birthday. Sounds fun. Better than here.
Did I ever write this... When Jen & I were driving to New Orleans, somewhere between Baton Rouge and the Motherland, Jen says, "Driving into New Orleans is like a descent into hell."
Yeah. Totally.
I go home innnn eight days. GOD. Longest eight days of my life. It will be a good break. The only thing that will suck is that I won't really have a car for the most part (unless I can convince mom to borrow one of Mama's cars and let me use hers, but even if that does work, it will probably only be for a day or two). But oh well. I can sleep during the day and work on character stuff for 9 Parts and stuff. It will just be good to be in my own bed and see my puppy and my momma and pops.
I dunno. Rehearsals are going well... you know it's a challenge when you dread doing your monologues because they get harder by the day.
