Well, I thought I was ready for the madness that is school, but I was wrong. My mind is still on Spring Break mode. Sad thing, eh? Well, Monday I decided to look super cute, and I sported a new outfit. Monday afternoon was the 2nd round of the One-Act auditions. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't too fond of this rounds' plays. No offense, but some of them didn't appeal to me. I was kind of getting the vibe that I was.... well.. gonna be typecasted, and I had the distinct impression that I wasn't gonna get casted. I'm never wrong about these suspicions, and 99.9% percent of the time, my gut feeling is always correct. So yeah... hate to say I told myself so. I was right. I didn't get casted, and you know what? I don't care. I could be petty and mad about it, but I'm not. I'm so much better than that. However (comma), next year when I will be several pounds lighter, maybe.... just MAYBE my skills will be taken seriously. Heh, my talent is going to do the talking. Maybe this time around, they'll have people that will actually memorize their lines. Ooops, did I say that? Sorry.... Nope, I'm not really sorry. Mmkay, holla. ANYWAYS, things do happen for a reason. So maybe it's a sign from God that I need to concentrate on what's ahead. Meaning, I need to haul booty for the finals. Yeah, I'm not doing so great in a few of my classes. This semester has been killing me....mentally and emotionally. Many times have I just wanted to throw in the towel, and give up on everything. Screw it all.... but, I'm far too close to reaching my destination, and I won't let any obstacle hinder my way into finishing up what I need to do. By whatever means necessary, I will work hard to make sure that I pass my classes.
Some of my friends have been telling me about how happier I've been this week, and I have. Spring Break really gave me a chance to clear my head and de-stress myself from everything that's been going on this semester. I am a happier person now. I've made more time for my friends because at the beginning of this semester, I barely socialized or saw anyone because I was dead set on getting everything done. It made me cold, distant, and depressed. I didn't like that side of me. Now that things are winding down, I feel like the weight is slowly lifting off of my shoulders. Though, I will say this. Lately, it feels that a few of my friends are letting me down. Granted the last month has been nothing but an emotional rollercoaster, and I felt like a few of my friends left me in the dust when I needed them the most. (P.S.: if you know you've been supportive of me in the last month, I'm not talking about you. ) Don't get me wrong, I know the busy schedules that me and my friends have, but seriously, if I can take time out of my busy schedule to give them support for something they're doing, then that should be reciprocated, right? All I know is I feel like my friendship to a few people is being taken for granted, and I personally don't appreciate it. I am not your wash rag to just be used up for whenever and then dumped away. I'm the WRONG person for that. I'm so much better than that. Mmkay? Thanks.
P.S.: Not quite. I must mention of how dinner at Red Lobster on Monday night was the DEAL. It was Ashley Smith's birthday dinner, and Chenita and I got a chance to go. It was fun times.
NOW, I'm done.