Time is running out.

I have to find a monologue NOW.

This is gonna be my first rant-esque thing:

I know this is only my first year in college, but I'm over it. I'm over the stupid, senseless classes I have to take just to satisfy some requirements. I have no interest in becoming a psychologist, a paleontologist, a chicano studies major, or a literature expert. What I want to do has nothing to do with these things. I want to act. And I want to act now. I'm tired of waiting to do something, I want to just DO IT.

I keep thinking I'm running out of time to reach my goal. I'm gonna be 19 years old, almost done with my teen years, and I have done nothing to get myself out there. Sure I got headshots taken, but where are they? Sitting on a disc in my room back in Moorpark.

I'm tired of feeling this pressure to succeed in subjects I couldn't give a crap about. I want people to know who I am. I want to be in movies, and I want it now. My dad keeps telling me that I don't want this enough, but now I'm saying it: I WANT IT.

That's all I have to say about that.

Thank you.

First of all, thank you Allie for the cardboard thing, I read in on your blog. Very clever ;)

So the Frankenstein-esque play went well yesterday, except for the yardstick malfunction haha.
It was nice seeing my family and Allie and her family, even if it was just for like two hours.
I have three midterms this week, none of which I'm ready for; but I'm about to start studying for Dinosaurs, so, you know, there's that.

Okay, that's all for now.