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2003-07-29 00:42:05 ET So, like...I finally got replies from the two hair salons in this area...one from festoon via email saying what I knew she would: that they don't have any openings, but that they would keep me posted. The other one via phone from Peter Thomas...offering me an interview on Wed. at 5pm. It's a good thing and a bad thing that it's that day...Good because it's my only other day off until sometime next week...bad because I was supposed to go to the boardwalk and do awesome girlie things with Mel and Starr...but now I can't...but I'm rooting for next week...or at least sometime soon...I can't reschedule this, though...it's too important...I can't make it wait unti next week. No more dicking around. I'm not 50, but I'm not 17, either...gotta take things seriously, now. Anyhow...I'm totally petrified. My future is staring me in the face and, frankly, I'm scared...If I'm not methodical...if I'm not organized...i could screw it up. So much pressure is building... In a lot of ways, I'm very happy that it took me so long to get to this point. I don't think I would have been mature enough to handle this at 17. I'm glad I got the chance to do all the shit I did at Chabot with the crew that hung out in front of the auditorium. I miss those days, sometimes. Good times were had cutting class, smoking cigarettes and shooting the shit with everyone. The drama that went down was painful, however, and don't miss it at all. I'm not even sure I'm mature enough, now...but it's happening now, so if I'm not ready...well...too friggin' bad...I'll have to make me ready...dammit... Ok...gotta go potty...then I gotta go play more Zelda. |
