So you know that feeling when you have on the first day of school when you’re little? That’s what I’m going through right now. I can’t sleep because my mind is racing thinking of stupid shit like:
“What am I going to wear to work tomorrow? I want to look cute but cute like I wasn’t even trying to be.”
“I wonder how long I’ll have to stay?”
“Am I going to get a schedule for the week or will I even be working this week?”
“If I get off early enough I could take the L to H&M and buy Khakis…dose H&M even have khakis” (I even just got side tracked from my own thought and went to H&M’s website! Cute Spring line, very relaxed style this season. Me like!)
Shopping is so the last thing I should be thinking about considering that I have no money. I’m debating on if I should enroll in a Second City class or not. (That’s why I’m here after all, but will I be able to make rent? Then we come back to my job, will I get enough hours? If I worked 25 to 30 hours a week for the next 4 week I would be fine. That’s what I’ve calculated.)
I haven’t said yet that I got a job at Starbucks and am living in Chicago. Well Yeah I am. I’m so excited to be doing something because all I’ve been doing is looking for day jobs and setting up auditions. (I have a Major one coming up at the end of Feb.) I’ve been touching up the resume and re-hashing some monologues. FUCK. I just remembered I have to get my headshots reproduced, that like 100 bucks right there.
Growing up isn’t fun. I advise all you college students to fail a class and stay for another semester…kind of like I did. I guess it only delays the inevitable.
It’s hot in my apartment tonight. I wish I could turn down the heat but its controlled by the landlord.
I’m sorry I’m so scatterbrained these days. So much to do but I have to take it one step at a time.