Every once in a while I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's what I've come to associate with depression and it means that it's time for me to do something. I'm feeling alone and a bit...I dunno, I'm going a little stir crazy I guess. I mean, I've been out and about all week, but I haven't really seen any of my friends or anything at all recently, and it's really starting to dawn on me that I'm donen with Stevens, or more specifically, I'm done with the Milo Winter Performing Arts Theatre.
I think that's really what's depressing me, I'm coming off of the "OH MY GOD I'VE GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL, WOOOOOOOOTAGE!" phase and I've hit the "Oh my god, what the fuck do I do now?" phase. I'm never going to do another show there, I'm never going to sleep up in that booth, I'm never going to run around naked downstairs there ever again. This is indeed a sobering realization. I"m actually feeling a bit relieved about going to work tomorrow, it's getting me out of my house and it really is my purpose at the moment.
The more I think about it, the more I like the idea of a technical theatre degree. I love being on stage, but tech is something that I know I'm good at. I can whip stuff up fast, and I have a working knowledge of lighting and sound systems, and I actually enjoy a lot of that stuff. Maybe I'll get a job on a touring company, you know, see the country, put up sets in no time flat, live on coffee and pizza, etc etc etc.
I'm feeling stupid and impulsive too, I'm seriously considering getting my nose pierced next week, if I can find someone to go with me...that isn't related to me of course.
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