Thoughts and mood

So, I just read over that four day calendar of events my last post was.

Crazy busy. The past couple of days have been slightly more relaxed.

I saw the girl in my acting class last night. I can't just sleep with her. It would be too awkward. She is a sweetheart girl, and she would expect more, I'm sure. I don't want to give her more than just that, so, no go. Too bad though. I'm kinda ready to pop.

The natural bug spray seems to be working. Well, sort of. I get one, maybe two bugs a night. This morning I'm going to get under my bed, and clean out the area, and spray down the walls at the intersection of the rug. I don't know what kind of bugs these are, or where they are coming from. Eight years living here, sleeping in that bedroom, and I've never seen anything like these.

Some times, I get that creepy tingling sensation like something is crawling on you. Even when I am out and about. Ooh, it makes me jump.

One of my writing partners called me last night. She said she was raving about me to a friend at work, telling the girl that I am the best actor in our class. This girl had seen our other lab show, and asked which one I was. Turns out she works for a pretty big casting director, and liked me, so she told my partner to get a link for my headshot and res, and to send it off to her so she can show her boss. Pretty cool.

I've had a couple of people tell me that I really shined this past round of writing and pitching. It feels good to hear that. It's so funny how when I started doing the improv, I thought there was NO way I would be able to do the writing. Then, as I saw friends go through it, I wondered. I thought, well if they can do it, why can't I? Now, nearly finished with this whole process, I can't believe I doubted myself.

There's a lesson there. I should highlight that part and post it somewhere.

This girl on myspace keeps writing me. She is one that I met in a bar, and hit on, only to have it turn out that she was sort of dating a friend of mine. I don't know how serious she and he are, but she certainly keeps writing me. She called me a genius. She has been reading my writing there, and she fancies herself a writer too, I think. She has some very poetic blogs.

All the compliments are really great to hear. Certainly now when I don't feel like I really need them. Doing the writing is keeping me confident. I keep coming up with ideas, too. I like them.

I leave in four days and I haven't really put together any ideas for what I will pack. I should figure that out. I should get off the damn computer, and clean my room, and look at my clothes, and prepare for Bosnia.

Over and out. Roger that.