What I've learned so far

I am capable of being aesthetically appealing. This concept is new and frightening.

I was late to my camera acting class. I approached the elevator and stood next to a girl in a pretty dress, making the most out of the remaining days of summer sun. She herself had just run from a ballet class just prior. She was out of breath. We were both late. And yet she still found the time to turn around and introduce herself to me, and asked for my name. I was at least mildly confused, and considered her ulterior motives.

Later on, once she was doing her monologue from Cowboy Mouth, Ken told her to choose a listener, someone to react to her so that her delivery would have some foundation in reality. She wondered aloud, "Who haven't I worked with before?" and pointed right at me. We sat on the floor with everyone around us, and she looked into my eyes, put a hand on my hairy knee and told me that rock and roll is more inspiring than God. I helped her up from the floor once she was through.

I was wearing a button-down shirt at the time. I must purchase more.

When I was at Bed Bath & Beyond, the second lady behind the counter complimented my eyes and my eyebrows, and conjectured that my mother must be beautiful. I stammered a Thank you.

I am not a Medium. I am a Small.

While Emerson students as a whole seem mostly irresponsible in regards to planning for the future, my friends are not. Their goals are oddly specific, but genuine. Is that how it always is? I must find a particular venue and pretend that I care about it.

In at least one capacity, I know what I want. At this point, it's only a matter of timing. I have my research cut out for me. I'll see what this week brings.

If I miss the boat, I'll swim there myself.