a painter.

I’m sick of boys. I just need to concentrate on my work. That’s what I’ve been doing this week. Well, concentrating on my work as a scenic painter. And guess what? They’re talking about me. Not like last semester when they thought I was going to drop out of the program. They’re talking about how much potential they see for me as a painter. :] And if I keep working they way I am, I get recommended for a paint charge position next year. Being a sophomore and already a paint charge would be a blessing! Wait – my head hurts. Back to sleep. But next year’s going to be great. XD All the seniors are girls next year. It’s going to be so much fun.

-:- autumn

 

dry time.

Today was an extremely long day. Woke up at 7am and classes from 9am to 12noon. I just chilled for a while because hoestly, my head was hurting. Skipped FI because I know I can’t stand that class with something so distracting. Worked on a Kit Kat Boy’s vest from 2 – 3:30pm. Those pockets are so f-cking hard. And it’s even more pressure because everyone is going to see it in the show. Went to the shop but painting was in it’s dry time so chilled for a while before going back around 4:20pm. I’ve been painting from then until 1:15am with about an hourish break total. My hands and pants are stained with black and my feet with drops of brown paint. I am so f-cking tired but that drop is going to look amazing in my portfolio.

-:- autumn

 

petite size.

Rawr! You know what I really don’t like? The flirtation period. Yeah. That period where all you do is flirt with the person. I hate it because I have no clue what the f-ck he’s thinking! I mean, all we did was hang out. We listened to the soundtrack of the Broadway version of Smokey Joe’s Cafe and he got really into it. Explaining who sung what in VCU’s production last year. Recreating the songs he sung and trying to remember the dances. He was so cute. :p We also had a little physical “fight,” it was just me attacking him with a pillow and his lifting me up because he made fun of my petite size and young age. Don’t expect to be reading this and seeing me type, “then we passionately made out on his living room floor next to his room mate’s dog” because it didn’t happen. Haha. Xp The farthest it got was him tickling me when I held his shirt hostage. He actually gave it to me by flinging it at me so that’s his fault.

But I hate not knowing what he’s thinking or what his view of me are. I mean, he has to be interested in me in some form because of what we’ve already done and he still wants to hang out without repeating that event (unlike some f-ckers I know). Right?

 But we did our scenes today. I totally freaked out but it turned out well. I went into my higher voice at points but I can’t put emotions in at points if I’m concentrated on being low. I actually fell on the floor when Greg pushed me. I thought it was a nice touch to the struggle.

SETC is in a week. Next wednesday morning I’ll be leaving for Tennessee for a theatre conference and hopefully be getting a summer internship. I’m so freaked out because my printer doesn’t work and I need to make a portfolio and resumes. I need a miracle.

-:- autumn