trauma!
the never-before-arrived bank statement arrived at my doorstep today and of all people who read it, it was my mom. like i know right. it's as good as chopping my head off the head-chopper board.. whats it called.. smth whcih starts with the letter g. but anw.. i never really reflected on my excessive expenditure for the past 5 months or so.. hence, when my mom found out that over $2000 (seriously i didnt know i spent that much hahaaa) is kinda gone from my bank accnt she made me promise that i would get back (i realyy dont know how) every single cent i spent the past 5 months. coolioshits. i need a job. let's rob billgates. any interested accomplice?
drama prac with 2 people is super productive. but im getting nightmares about drama. really scary ones.. for instance: acting for a play (on the real day) without having gone for a SINGLE drama prac and i was completely clueless about what lines i was suppsoed to say and kept asking my felllow acting-mate what i was gonna say ON STAGE. omg u know how scary that is? super scary. i mean think about it, it may be a nightmare for the actor her/himself but it's a bigger nightmare for the audience who's watching it right. ahh. i hope we pull this off.
to end off.. some shit i created:
(with reference to the uber cliche 'life is but a stage')
In life,
God may be the scriptwriter
But you're the director
It's really up to you
How dramatic you want it to be
so stop blaming fate for everything!