Grrr.

I really hate being rejected.



I also really hate letters that begin, "we regret to inform you..." Oh, bite me.


So...I'm not enslaved to SU for the beginning of next quarter, then. Oh well. Bugger that for a lark.


I'm going to the library to work on my Bible paper hang about in the Shakespeare section and look up audition monologues. I swear, honestly, if I don't get into Greenstage and get to do real theater this summer I may just go mad. That is no idle threat. If I suddenly disappear, you'll know why: lack-of-theater has caused my mind to unbalance and convince me that it's a good idea to run away to Bavaria (where the sheep seldom wear spectacles) and join a touring circus troupe.

I do like hot chocolate, though. Too bad tea_and_snark isn't here, or we could go Crowley-hunting. And then catch an Aziraphale. *sigh*

{I really want it to be a week later. Cause then all finals stress will be gone, and friends will be in various stages of returning. I want to see people. I have friends on campus, yes [Tara and I are watching Starlet tonight! ...shutup, you.] but I could really use a hug from someone I really really know. *le sigh of teenage college-girl angst*}

Also, nine days till my birthday. Hee.