fucking aced screen class today.
matt and i tore it up with our scene.
hardass, terrifying director di drew loved it straight up, and she never loves it.
i am very good at this thing i’m doing.
so ridiculously exciting.
this is a celebratory picture of me with my hair in a towel, because i am THAT happy.
2yesterday i realised how much NIDA has changed my life. like, completely. it’s just flipped it on its head, almost entirely for the best.
my life is this incredible adventure and i scarcely believe that it’s real. i feel so blessed. i have an abundance of phenomenal people around me, all of them different and exciting and brilliant.
2 whom i love very very much indeed.
and who is currently saying ‘WHY YOU NOT THERE FOR ME!?’ over and over again, increasing the pitch each time.
good one bebbeh.
chekhov and sadness and disappointment and frustration and confusion and impatience and movement-class-madness-induced knee/spinal injuries.
today has not been a good day.
i would go so far as to say that today has been a bad day.
there really wasn’t much that went right today.
as such, i have included an image of a cold and forlorn xanthe.
the acting classes are clearly paying off…
just fucking fuck it.
fuck.
today i impulse-bought a $90 handbag.
because i actually never spend money on clothing and the like, this is VERY EXCITING. also, it is divine.
this is what happens when i go home :)
i am suuuuuch a dickhead.
XANTHE, Y U SO SOCIALLY AWKWARD?
edit: nope, turns out not as socially awkward as feared. is good!
