I’ve written two blogs and I just can’t post them. I don’t know why. I can’t seem to finish them or find them post-worthy. They aren’t that funny and they tend to ramble on about nothing. But hey, that’s why you guys stop over here, right? For halfway decent ramblings? Awesome.

And if you want to know what I’ve been up to, I’ve been preparing for the biggest audition in the history of the universe.

I wish I could say it’s for a movie with Meryl Streep.

It isn’t.

But for me, it’s important and exciting and I’m kind of, I don’t know, FREAKING OUT?

It’s in a few short hours and my throat is closing up and my nose is stuffy, the result of hanging out with twins that came down with severe colds. Awesome.

So far, to prepare this morning, I woke up.

That was really fun.

Then I went for a run. Also, totally exciting. It was hot and I was sweating. The End.

And then I finished off not one, not two, but THREE cereal boxes that were kind of sort of almost empty but not quite. My tummy is now full of Peanut Butter Puffins, Cinnamon Puffins and Rice Krispies that carried a faint aftertaste of pepperoni. I’m not sure why.

And now, I’m going to stretch and shower and have a lesson with my voice teacher who is going to tell me to STOP FREAKING OUT while I keep shouting I AM FREAKING OUT I AM FREAKING OUT! This is how my voice lessons tend to go, especially before auditions. I panic and tell him that I don’t have any talent and then we vocalize until I can hit the F above high C and he points out that that is cool and I tell him IT’S NOT ENOUGH IT’S NEVER ENOUGH I NEED TO BE PERFECT.

And then he slaps me.

And I pay him $80 and go home.

I can’t decide which is more helpful lately–my voice lessons or psychotherapy.

Catch you later kids, when I am done FREAKING OUT and then KICKING SOME SERIOUS ASS and most likely, BOOKING THIS SHOW.

I promise that when I come back, I will stop typing in so many capital letters.

Yours most sincerely,
~L.