too much to compute

What a WEIRD two weeks. I think just about everything happened except me ACTUALLY getting a job.

I was with Sam - then Sam got hurt - now Sam is very sad - and I don't get to hang out with him. Sam shouldn't be sad.

I've slept in 6 different beds. (And no...not THOSE kinds of beds...)

I've beat down a little bitchy man who thought he and his boyfriend could best my dad.

I'm been denied. I've been almost approved. I been cut. I've been callbacked. I've been up for leads of shows I was cut in the first round for. I've been apologized to by a producer for the fact everyone on the creative/production team BUT the director liked me. I've learned so much music. I've throw out so much. I've FOUND so much. I've been VERY hot. I spoke in an English accent. I've eaten almost no protein to my dismay. I've been praised. I've been insulted. I've been lied to. I've seen humans at their bitchy worst. I've seen people being incredibly kind and giving. I dressed up as Severus Snape to see Harry Potter. I saw the current US space program end. I saw people care more about Amy Winehouse than Norway - or the Space Program or Rupert Murdoch or possibly Harry Potter. I've packed a HUGE bedroom up and am making it fit into a smaller bedroom - esp. thanks to bed bath and beyonds special space saving hangers and shoe racks. I've been the LEAST emotional person in a situation - which is TRULY rare for me. I look forward to being settles so I can focus on my career and my friends - and just be happy.