nekkid, nekkid, nekkid! yes, i said nekkid. no, not naked, but n-e-k-k-i-d. so let me explain. i saw this awesome play called "other people" and it was really cool. but there were nekkid guys in it. i didn't think that it would bother me. it didn't really, i was just a bit shocked. but otherwise the play was really cool. i'm hoping that i can do a monologue from that play, cuz the monologues in that show are sooo cool. i realized why i want to act someday. i watch movies and plays and i wonder how i could do it differently or better. just to have a chance to have someone watch me and say, "wow, that was soo freakin cool!" that's why i want to be an actress. i used to say to myself that i would win the academy award for best actress in the year 2009. i still don't know if it will happen, but you never know. i mean, if someone told me 2 years ago that i'd be here at rutgers, i wouldn't have believed them. i would have laughed hysterically. but now that i'm here, i've realized that anything is possible and that i should never doubt the future. whatever that means. *sigh* well, i gotta get this thing printed out now, so i'm off. buh bye babes!
Dear Dad, Who knows why I'm putting this in my ancient blog? Why I'm posting it to the internet. Shouting into the void and simultaneously preserving this forever. I guess it's the easiest way to get my thoughts down. Typing can be easier than writing, and it helps me get the words out faster without editing myself. I think about you every day, and I feel like I have more questions than answers, Something moved me to fire up the blog and write, so here I am. It's been a little over seven months since you've been gone. Thinking about the days and months and years leading up to that point feel like a temporal version of the Stations of the Cross. I don't know where the Beginning of the End actually sits in that timeline, but Christmas feels like a good starting point. The last Christmas that we all spent together. Did the tree fall down at all that year? If it didn't, was it a sign that we missed? My birthday dinner in Newark: Mom usually covers the check,...
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