Scene from a movie.

Wow, so a few nights ago I was really bored, no one was online, and I was hungry. Then I remembered that Shari's was open late. So somehow I got the genious idea that it would be fun to walk there.......at 11:30 at night. Needless to say about halfway there I discovered it would've been so much easier just to make popcorn but I continued on, I was in hot pursuit of something deepfried. Then I got there and I was the only person in there aside from the waitresses. It was probably the best/lonliest meal I've had. After stuffing myself silly with chicken, french fries, oreo creme pie, and three glasses of Mountain Dew I sat there playing with my straw waiting for my reciept and the cook came out and told me I looked like a scene from a movie, just one person sitting alone at a booth playing with my straw. Then after spending $12 I walked back to my house. I never realized how much I like the night better than daytime till then. The air is so much nicer, you can just sit there and stare at the moon and stars, and listen to the wind and no one else is awake. It's like your own private world.

My big debut!

Well, hello all. Let me introduce myself. I am a female college student from Oregon but am now living in New York hoping to find some success in the performing arts. Sounding cheesy yet? I go to AMDA and I'm in the intergrated program which is an intense training for musical theater. I was born and raised in Pennsylvania, first in Landsdown then Darby followed by Drexel Hill. My parents are divorced, my father is........for lack of a better word, a bit of a jackass. But I'm sure that's not a new concept, I hope to not be a boring rant about how I hate my parents cause they don't understand my so I'll wirte some bad poetry and post it on the internet for all to read because daddy never gave me attention. I lived with my mother while my father moved to Washington with my brother. When depression hit my mother and truency hit me I decided to move in with my father knowing I had no future living with my mother. With my father I was whipped into shape and an emotional wreck. But I'm sure that will come out in a matter of time. Over time my father remarried and we moved to Oregon. My senior year of high school my father kicked me out of the house and I lived with a woman in the town that was very by the book christian who didn't understand I had a life outside cleaning her house. Soon enough I was kicked out of that house as well and ended up back with my father where we acted like nothing ever happened. Then I was accepted to AMDA and my life changed for the better. Well, that's my life so far the abridged version. I'm sure I'll go into greater detail at a more reasonable hour. So long for now!