Long Weekend.

Senior project proposals are due Wednesday. This is basically our Thesis for our Theatre program, except it's not required. You have to be accepted. I'm currently making a short list of pieces I'm considering, but here's the thing: It is really quite awful to select a play a year before you get to start working on it. I am getting so pumped just thinking about them, getting ideas for concepts, and there's nothing to get excited about right now! Miserable.

Caitlin and I made brownies tonight. We burned them. Tragic.

I did juggle for a second tonight. A second meaning I threw up one terribly bruised orange, threw the other one up while that one was in the air, caught the first one, caught the second one. So like - One round of juggling. One juggle. A jugg.

I've felt so out of touch with reality. That sounds cliché. In other words, I'm wicked out of it. Bummer.

I need to start writing regularly again. I had to write a poem for my Contemporary Poetry class last week and, honestly, it is shit. I'm completely out of practice. I have a ton of ideas jumbled up for what to write and none of them are coming out. My creativity is constipated.

I can't believe how fast the semester is going by already. I really feel like we just started.

I remember days where nothing mattered - Where everything was Fun from sunrise to sunset and beyond. I miss ACTF more than words can say. I miss summertime from Proof to Les Mis. But most of all...

I'm missing England big-time. 

[And somehow, I'm supposed to concentrate on analysing Annie Oakley and adapting One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest for the screen.]