"I finished watching Amelie for the 3rd time. I'm rather fond of the movie. I made friends today with a janitor named Kevin who is possibly 54 but claims he's only 23. I find it funny that the US owns Puerto Rico, but we won't technically make them a state as that would upset the perfect number of 50. I think that I shall get my major in theatre and a minor in foreign languages although I prefer movies much much more than theatre. I've also given thought to getting a directing degree but I know that this and theatre will take me no where. This slightly strikes fear in my heart with the idea that I will be a waitress until I am godknows how old or the better idea that I will own a coffeehouse and just make ends meet. Yet this also slightly scares me for I want to see the world. If I am bound to a job and such my entire life I don't know if it will be worth living. I see myself a 30 something and just taking up and leaving in the middle of the night for France or somewhere (perhaps Australia!). and it will be just like that, a very normal day. Perhaps a Tuesday, and I won't tell my landlord and I won't tell my boss, I will just dissapear, and then begin anew. I might be a hobo at first, no it will be more planned than that, I'll visit a relative or stranger in a country or just rent out an apartment and have it all set up over there, that would be lovely. I also like listening to people's problems and when no one is unhappy then I am unhappy because perhaps one of the only things that makes me happy is listening to people's problems and making them happy. There's probably a psychological term for that. I've figured out why lean cuisines are so popular, because they taste like shit and the person who packed their lunchbox only brought a lean cuisine so they technically starve themselves to death until they reach their flat at 11:30 at night. I'm also fond of astrophysics and chemistry, which I believe I get from my father, but where willl that take me? Absolutely no where.

To sum it all up, "Death of a Salesman" is way better than "The Glass Menagerie".

- Victoria"

I'm singing "Those were the days my friend" for Ms. NMBH, yes I am pulling through with it.

I have it figured out. I'm taking him to that cafe I mentioned to him a year ago before he leaves.


Thinking it through, I don't want to go to College of Charleston. It's good campus but it will take me no where. I'm thinking Berkley or University of California, who knows

I miss him. C'est terrible. and for some odd reason my body aches all over as if I've been bruised everywhere.

Ms Huggins is the one that gives me that inferiority complex. Second time I've left the room and cried from her class

by the by, taking a monologue in Febuary to ITS competition, titled "Exudious" by the play "Trepidation Nation"

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now you may be asking yourself, "What is the point to this blog?" I honestly don't want/could care less if any one read it. It's mainly here for me to look back and laugh.