i know no one reads this....ever. but oh well. my final show of the semester is this Friday. i am doing a performance piece. i hope it works out. i am nervous because i am typing my life story on a typewriter and tacking my pages to a wall while people walk around and look at work. the thing i am nervous about is that i am not censoring myself in my words. i am telling my story and telling it honestly. people may be hurt, yet may not. it just depends on how deep into my life i get during the performance piece.
its almost over. one semester left. i can't wait, yet i know i am going to miss it. i just want to be done. too much stress is upon me right now. i can't wait until March. Brittany and i are taking a road trip on spring break this year. it will be awesome. i need this.
[this is page 8815 of your life, you wrote it.]
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