Pink Hair Bows

Mon, 8 Feb 2010 23:02:09 -0500

Looking for a new apartment is about as much fun as waiting 3 hours in the line to turn in your passport forms only to find out that your pictures are too blurry, and you misspelled your name on the second page. The first apartment complex is full off people over the age of 60 and there are shirtless old men working out on "the press bench" (as our tour guide called it). Another apartment is too expensive when you consider all the fabreeze you are going to have to buy to cover the lingering smell of pizza rolls. One apartment's livingroom featured a painting of a kitty downing whisky called "The Secret Drinker." Eventually you have to decide where you are going to live, and where you are going to feel comfortable paying rent 5 min. before the office closes in rainbow striped toe-socks. I found my apartment today, and I wore a pink hair bow as I signed my name on the dotted line. The realty lady did not look at me like I was crazy, it was more like a look that said "bless her eccentric soul." I knew I was home (at least for the next 12 months).

understudy's guild of the universe

Mon, 8 Feb 2010 00:02:28 -0500

I am not a philosopher and honestly I do not want to be one. You know how when you hear that person in class who really thinks they are going places. They always open their comments with "Well, In my humble opinion....." Then they say something crappy that even the guy who did not buy the textbook could have came up with if he was put on the spot. No, I am not that guy. I am the one who rolls her eyes and enjoys the looks from the other classmates everytime he speaks up. I am the silent observer. I see the boy who has been up since 4a.m. playing world of warcraft. I know the girl who freshes her facebook every 10 min. because she needs to see the little box that says "you have 3 new notifications" in order to feel alive. I am the girl who starts a blog because she thinks it will help her, like therapy, until her life can start. Me and so many people seem to be waiting in the wings. We live in our world of Twilight, fruity drinks, and Real Housewives of Orange County because honestly there is nothing else to do backstage. It is hard being in the inbetween. You know that place that is neither here or there, and does not have a real name. I am the understudy who prays for the leading lady to get pregnant and not be able to step-ball-change anymore. I have been told that "its not just you" and "all people in college feel that way" Well it sucks, and its not okay. Someone at least needs to give us a soduku to play backstage while we watch the shadows of the real actors. Understudies unite! I, the ultimate always a bridesmaid and never a bride, am going to lead us to broadway or at least the community theatre.

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