In her own words.

Finally, I'll give you a little something not captured with a shutter or penned by another hand.

I have an audition next Monday, and I fear it's my most important yet. This MIGHT be the first audition I will be going into without my typical "I don't care - I just want to try" attitude. It's for school. Which I clearly need to be in, again. Much to my chagrin, having a degree in Theatre does me little good in the Acting world. Thought it will hopefully be good for something down the road, when I feel like being an adult, for now I might as well have a BA in Underwater Basket Weaving. If I get what I want, I'll be placed in the Advanced Technique class. I'll get to attend workshops and read important works and meet important people and casting directors. If I'm not up to par, I'll be placed in the beginners' class. At the risk of sounding obnoxious, I don't want to be labeled a beginner this late in my game. I want to show the spark. I want to be memorable. I want to show aptitude and promise. I want to be in complete control over my muscles, my actions, my talent.

I need to know moving here wasn't a mistake and that there might be room for me in an industry where few believe I belong and not even I know if I'm willing to play the game in order to stay. Getting into this class will be the first step. Not only will it provide the training I require to move forward, the connections I need to get ahead, and the feedback I long to hear...but it will also be the validation I've rarely found outside myself.

Pressure isn't always a bad thing. Without pressure, we'd never get anything done. So I'm putting some on myself. I've been far too lenient and lackadaisical in my time here so far. No more. I've got a kickass monologue that suits me perfectly, and I plan to nail that sucker.

I hope I get it. (Sorry. A theatre rant isn't a very good one until you've made at least one corny reference, right?)

In other news, I really freakin' love my cat. Ok. I'm done.