
i’m not ready to move yet, but i’m leaving in two weeks whether i’m ready or not. i haven’t started packing and, with the exception of my couch, i haven’t figured out what i’m doing with my furniture yet. i feel like i’m so behind on everything! but honestly that’s not why i don’t feel ready. i’m worried about this kentucky thing. more nervous than worried, i guess. well, more excited than nervous. it’s a good nervous energy, like the kind you get when you audition. anyway, i’m starting a new chapter in my life and this whole thing is still so surreal. it feels like an accident almost. like i’m not really supposed to be the one who’s going. or maybe more like did this really happen to me? but i am going, and that’s gotta be a good thing, right? it goes back to that whole audition thing: i auditioned, i got the call back, and now i have the role. maybe that’s a good analogy (that is actually how it happened). i just feel unprepared. like the show is opening in two weeks and i haven’t cracked the script yet.
wow, my hat’s off to you if you made it through that paragraph. i don’t even understand it… and i wrote it… i spewed it at least. i’m not gonna proofread it.
i’ve been spending a lot of time at the house doing jack shit lately, and it’s getting worse. for a long time i was a complete mouse potato, but i’m quickly devolving into a pathetic couch potato (i watched tv for 9 straight hours day before yesterday). if i’m not doing anything interesting at home and i can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything important (like packing or nailing down my monologues) then i might as well take in some different scenery. so yesterday i tried to rally some peeps together to go to the red room for salsa night. long story short everyone bailed or was mia so it ended up being me and emily (nic’s girlfriend). lemme just take a moment to express how much i love emily.
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so there we were, me and emily, on a date. i bet we could have had a perfectly wonderful time together if i could salsa, if i wasn’t so distant, and if i didn’t feel so damn awkward in my own body. what was my deal? but emily was a great sport. we actually ended up having a drink and just chatting by the bar. i unloaded some of my fears/concerns about the next chapter in my life and she put me at ease: her face lit up and she hit me on the arm saying “you have nothing to worry about, steve, they won’t fire you because they won’t be able to find someone else to work for that little money.” we both shared a good laugh over that one.