As you may well have heard, the Earth is ending in a fiery apocalypse of DEATH AND DESTRUCTION in two days time. If you haven't heard this, I'm assuming you live under a rock on a remote island in the South Pacific, and for that you get a pass. But if you haven't heard of the apocalypse and you have Internet connection, then I think you deserve a prize or something because this apocalypse has been all anyone has been talking about for the last year.
You go, Glen Coco.
Anyways, now that I have covered the fact that the world is ending on Friday, but obviously life will go on as usual and I will wake up the next day just as disinterested in the world around me as I was the day before, I can talk about other things.
So you know that play I wrote forever ago called Waiting Room? Yeah, that play is being performed at Drama Festival. Like, actually performed. By actual people with faces and talent. I am so very excited that you cannot possibly comprehend my excitement. It is like being given pure oxygen and then a candy bar and a puppy and a full scholarship to college and hot cocoa all in one.
Suffice it to say that it is a good, good feeling. The other feeling I have is crippling fear that this won't work out as I have planned it in my head. I swear, I've been worrying so much lately that I am going to give myself an ulcer. Which would be the topper on the cake of my life, you know, if it happened.
That was sarcasm, lovelies.
Anyways, I feel like this is a nice little update type post, because I clearly suck at keeping a schedule.
Maybe my New Year's Resolution should be 'post every week, because writing is good for your soul and you know it.'
Or, you know, maybe something else that will clearly allow me to keep my mental health. You know, the usual.
What have you guys been up to? I feel like I'm rambling, which, you know, works, being as this is my blog and all. I'm procrastinating; can you all tell?
I am supposed to be doing research for my History Essay, but my life has been so hectic right now that I just wanted a second to breathe. I don't breathe enough anymore. I haven't been to yoga class in literal years, and whenever I do feel the strange motivation to exercise, I suddenly lose it and go on Tumblr instead. Eh, whatever whatevs.
Alright, I'm going to go before I reread this and realize what an absolute idiot I sound like. Because I do!
Love and kisses,