the home stretch...literally. in a week i'll be pretty much done with college for the time being. i don't know whether to frolic in the mind-numbing happiness of it, cry in the mind-numbing scariness of it, or just go on a bender and numb my brain. i'll probably do a mixture of all three.
so i'm not going to be an actress anymore. when i grow up (which is rapidly approaching) i want to be a television network executive. i'd explain, but i'm too damn tired. i'm cold, i'm tired, i'm sick of worrying, i'm sick of people being sick, and i want to wake up tomorrow in my million dollar penthouse off Madison Avenue, have my limo pick me up at take me to Rockefeller Plaza where i will continue to improve the face of NBC and network television and television as a whole, in both business and art. *deep breath*
so i shall sleep and dream of versace power suits, nielsen ratings, and variety magazine instead of red carpets, valentino gowns and the cover of Cosmo. it's not such a bad tradeoff.
and i'll have nightmares of GRE's and living with my parents.
*sigh*
so i'm not going to be an actress anymore. when i grow up (which is rapidly approaching) i want to be a television network executive. i'd explain, but i'm too damn tired. i'm cold, i'm tired, i'm sick of worrying, i'm sick of people being sick, and i want to wake up tomorrow in my million dollar penthouse off Madison Avenue, have my limo pick me up at take me to Rockefeller Plaza where i will continue to improve the face of NBC and network television and television as a whole, in both business and art. *deep breath*
so i shall sleep and dream of versace power suits, nielsen ratings, and variety magazine instead of red carpets, valentino gowns and the cover of Cosmo. it's not such a bad tradeoff.
and i'll have nightmares of GRE's and living with my parents.
*sigh*
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