This week’s blog post is brought to you by the letter K, the number 12, and the fact that last night I tried to make donut holes and failed miserably.
Also it’s almost my One Year Anniversary of graduating college and I’m feeling a lot of feelings. (All of the feelings to be exact.)
This time last year in acting class I was starting to meet commercial agents and casting directors. I was also spending the rest of my time avoiding studying for my Vietnam class by watching an obscene amount of Homeland in the library and writing haikus mostly about food.
I don’t need long division.
I am an actress.
The 8th floor of Bobst.
Stranger in the library.
You smell like onions.
I eat my sandwich,
Text, and watch last night’s Homeland.
In the library
I eat my crunchy carrots
Cause I’m a baller.
My, my, my, what a year it’s been!