--- Acting. ---

I love acting.
I've loved it ever since I took Mrs. Poorboy's drama -oops, theatre- class in sixth grade.
I think it suits my hectic, crazy, and dramatic life.
Yesterday, at 2:00, I missed auditions to be in my second play.
Now, rehearsals start tomorrow.
For the next month, I'll be a little more depressd thatn usual.
Why?
Because acting was my escape from the world.
My escape from my problems.
When I was in that arena, it felt like the world around me had dissapeared.
It's crazy how the saying, "You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone." applies in my life in SO MANY different ways.
Instead of doing the plays at the local college, he wants me to do them at the local theatre, because he wants them to be a little more friendly with the schedules.
When I did the Christmas musical, I usually didn't get to bed until midnight.
My body got used to it after, like, the first week, so feeling tired all the time wasn't a problem.
My grades, in algebra especially, didn't hold up.
No, I didn't fall asleep in class. I never have unless done with a test and it was the only thing we did that day.
Because of missing school for performances, which were only on Fridays, and my teacher loving to give out TESTS on Friday, THAT'S why my grades were terrible.
So that's the reason why I'll probably never go back to that college for another play unless during the summer, which I'll probably spend in other places.
Not to mention, the next play the local theatre is doing is Cinderella. >.<
There's NO WAY. Nope.
I don't care if I never act again.
Okay, that's a lie, but still.
NO.
So, if I seem extra depressed one day, this just might be why.
Just lettin' you know.