You Asked Me To Ask You Something...

I felt alive again today.

Two packed improv shows in the morning during STAR testing--filled with seniors.

That voice of pessimism has all been but muted to a whisper now. He doesn't speak much when I'm on stage anymore--I already know I'll do alright. Experience kills fear. And hopefully I shoot to overkill because I could entertain for a living.

Felt sick and disoriented during the beginning of lunch today. I'm missing something valuable. I'll probably always feel that way until I do something dramatic enough to shut it up for awhile.

The lights for the play aren't up yet, so I went home early.

Shot for a game of Starcraft and then began to worry about UCR.

Spent four hours looking for my AP score that came into the mail a year ago. No luck. I've got a series of Plan As, Bs, and Cs and I'm beginning to feel the stress build up again. But that's nothing new is it? I know I shouldn't be stressing out over stuff like this--but I'm teetering over the edge of a new chapter in this life and I can't help but get a little anxious sometimes about it. Oh, and I'll do stupid stupid stupid things when I'm anxious. Nothing of course which I'd mention here--because they're that stupid--but hey! I'll let your imagination go at it because I'm sure if you're one of the few that read this you have a hell of one :D

I'm getting closer.

But I'm sure it's not the end.