act

i want to go to acting camp this summer. my mother, who doesn’t seem to appreciate the fact that i need to do this for my sanity, is being a little obstinate.

that’s okay. i’ll break her. i just can’t decide which camp to go to.

i have a list on my del.icio.us account

everything up to the link for The School for Film and Television Acting Schools.

if you’re really bored and care to look, which would you pick?

today i put on a play of wuthering heights for community service. it was fun, kind of lame and kind of sucky, but it was fun and i had the kick outfit. :)

when i watch tv i get sad. who does that? other than erica, apparently.

i hate this. i hate that i can’t stop wanting it and yet can’t do it. it’s killing me and i want it to just go awayyyy.

but it won’t.

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this should be a happy sort of goal. instead, you get emo. lucky you.

the thing that makes me sad about the whole acting thing is how hard it is to make it. there are hundreds of talented people, and so many go unnoticed. and there are people who aren’t talented that do get noticed. and it’s all so about luck. chances and all that. and it hurts. i guess that’s why i know i’ll never really get away from it.

when i think of life without acting, it hurts.

why yearn for things if they aren’t meant to be ours?

complete. you know?

that being said, i recognize that i will never be a big name, possibly even a small name. i’ll probably never get even remotely close. but… i can dream.

the realist in my tends to shoot those dreams down, but that’s why we have this goal