Confession #2

I know where I'm going.

I know how I'll get there.

I'm afraid of going it alone.



Another confession. Crimes of the Heart auditions at Baton Rouge Little Theater are this Monday and Tuesday. I usually don't get nervous for an audition until a couple hours before, sometimes the morning of. But the event just showed up in my "Upcoming Events" sidebar on Facebook and I suddenly got very nervous. Like, need-to-take-a-pill-to-sleep-tonight kind of nervous. I NEVER get this nervous. I don't know why I'm so nervous now.

Well, actually, I do...

I worked at the theater this past summer (which, by the way, was the best job that anyone could ever ask for), but I haven't been onstage since last May. I made a conscious decision to not do any theater my first semester of college so that I could focus on school, which was the right decision. But that also means that it has been 188 days since I have performed onstage. And I miss it! I'm going crazy without it! I NEED IT.

*sigh* Well, I guess we shall see if this works out in my favor. I really hope so. It would be nice if something would work out in my favor.

Confession #1

Salad bars freak me out. There's no way they can be sanitary. I have no faith in sneeze guards. And how are they supposed to protect from bugs and returning spoons to wrong containers and cross contamination and such? And how can I trust that the vegetables are fresh or that the dressings haven't been spit in? They're just not worth it. They come with too much anxiety and stress.

They're like bacterial sex clubs. And they FREAK ME OUT.




Also, it looks like night #5 is going to suck just as bad as the first 4.

I wonder if anyone ever reads this blog.