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| HOLY SHITRemember when I used to update this constantly? It's amazing how time gets away from us...
At any rate, here I am! Living in chicago with two of my best friends, and finally feeling confident about who I am and what I want to do with my life. I may not know where each new day is going to take me, but I'm constantly willing to take the risk and dive into the unknown....this has been an interesting past year, but I know that I'm in a really great place in my life, with some amazing people who have touched my world forever...and I'm drunk. Well, right now, at least. At any rate, this is the start of many new Roberto updates to come! Stay tuned!!!!!!!!!!
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| I just want everything to fall into place....
My summer plans are still not yet decided, and I'm worried that I'm going to be dicked around untill I'm left with nothing to do...but I guess there's no point in worrying untill I actually know, right? So I'm just going to let fate take it's natural course.
In other news, I think that IPODS are the greatest invention in the motherfucking world. Dree and I started training for our half-marathon yesterday, and I ran five miles like it was my job, just being distracted by all the random music I happen to have on my computer: far too much early whitney houston for my own good.
Aside from all that, life is going pretty damn sweet. I've got tons of free time now that the run of my show is over, and I'm just taking it easy for a bit, getting some work done and attempting to get some extra sleep in (although I've failed as of yet).
Well, I'd better be off to the hell that I call "Voice For the Actor". 9 A.M., Julia? Eat my ass. | | |
| So, opening night is tomorrow. Get excited, people. If anything, I feel like my role is moderately entertaining, and on some weird, narcisitic level, that makes me a little happy. Overall, the show's been constantly improving, and I couldn't ask for anything more than that, right?
So let's talk about bad priorities. My show opens tomorrow, I've got a test in microeconomics on friday, along with tons of work for voice class and a HUGE design project, and yet, I was suckered into going out tonight. Granted, I'm only slightly drunk right now, but I feel like I'm wasting a lot of valuable study time on, well, booze time. Hey, at least it's a worthwhile opportunity cost (yeah, econ 201).
In terms of the whole crush thing, I'm learning, ever-slowly, how to play the "game", as it were. I just hope that I'm not making myself believe there's more here then there actually is. Oh well, I've got to wake up at....you know..... 7 45 tomorrow morning, so I'd better get my ass to bed.
Later all... | | |
| OK, so I know I've already made an entry today, but let's be honest, I'm sure as hell not doing homework, because that would be, well, downright studious of me. I read this in my friend amanda's away message, and it made me.....I don't know. Happy, sad, or something.
(I changed some of the words to make it homo-appropriate)
"Find a guy who calls you gorgeous instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who holds your hand in front of his friends and shows you off to them when you're in sweats. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you. The one who turns to everyone and says, "That's him."
Lame? Maybe. But I know that even the cynics reading this were slightly moved. Don't lie, people.
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| So I'm feeling a little better about everything in general.
Rehearsals are going solid, which I would hope to be the case, considering we open in 2 freaking days...this busy week should keep me occupied, and we all know that being busy=not worrying about ultimately minute details of my life that I'm not even THAT in control of. I've got awesome friends, for that matter. My weekend was definitely a blast thanks to all of them;)
I've decided to take more initiative. A good friend of mine said "Robert, what the fuck is the point of living if you're not going to take any risks, just because you're too damn afraid of being hurt?" And I feel like that's a true-mother-fucking-statement. There's no point in worrying or dwelling about things if I haven't made a strong effort for them to turn out in my favor. I've decided that I'm more in charge of my life than I like to give myself credit for, and it's time to start taking chances. Wow, this sounds lame-o, but It's quite cathartic, so I'm not going to worry about it. See, no worrying! I'm already doing better:)
Untill next time... | | |
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