Please Don't Tell Her

How many times must I say that Jason Mraz is my future husband? Because, good lord, its gonna happen. But I think he's shorter than I am. So it might not. And that's completely shallow and I'm completely okay with that. This week has honestly kinda sucked my ass, but there have been really great moments so it kinda makes up for it. I had to live off snacks until yesterday, when they got my card working. Well snacks and fast food. Casting has come and gone. There are always the other shows in the semester. We only audition for one at a time. Yeah. Anyways. My computer is being way fucked up. And my aunt is in the hospital again, or has been, but isn't getting better. They think this is it, but they've said that a couple of times, so I'm holding out. Probably stupid of me, but that's okay. I will admit that its kinda lonely here. I only know one person. But she's hella cool and from Canada. We have already almost started a fire in my room and come to know the security guards quite well. Thats about it. Oh. And K, I hope your auditions went well. Let me know. And heaven forbid, you could call me. But I don't want to ask too much. Off to the Union for a snack maybe.