Two words I've heard lately that I never thought I'd hear after leaving
are "Tornado Warning". Yet here we are, going through another bout of severe rainstorms with my Weatherbug chirping at me at least once a day with this very message. Dallas
They say April showers bring May flowers, but
is about two months behind. I love my new apartment, though—no matter how many cats and dogs fall from the sky, the depth of my windows keep the rain on the correct side of my walls regardless of the strength of the wind. I love it. Chicago
Everyone here says this past winter was the worst they've lived through in many, many years (if not their whole lives). I didn't think it was that unbearable. I mean, we only hit temperatures above 80 this past week, but honestly it never bothered me. Perhaps in a few years when the novelty of the snow has worn off I'll sing a different tune. Until then, I'm content J Maybe if I'd lost some weight things would have been different.
In the meantime, I'm quite seriously contemplating graduate school again. It took me so long to get a job once I moved here, and longer still to get on my feet financially, I didn't audition last February as I would've liked. But as much as I adore the
experience, I'm looking forward to trying again. A.R.T., U.C.L.A., and CalArts are my top three choices, with A.R.T. standing WAY out in front. Not only are they connected to Harvard, but they're the sister school of the Chicago . If I got in, I'd get a taste of Moscow Art Theatre once more, this time for a whole semester. Moscow
I've no idea if I'm going to be in good financial standing between now and then. I work two jobs as it is, and I'm trying to hammer out the technical aspects of my home-based voice-over work for even more cash. Perhaps it's in my future, but whether I get enough money in my pocket or not, I'm going for it. I can't stand the thought of another year passing me by without reaching for my dream. Reach it I may, fail I might do, but fear is something with which I am through.
So there :P