I drew shorts in paint because my mom won’t stop commenting on how it looks like I have a penis in the first picture. (Taken with instagram)
I drew shorts in paint because my mom won’t stop commenting on how it looks like I have a penis in the first picture. (Taken with instagram)
She’s in a wheelchair and I’m sitting on her. (Taken with instagram)
obligatory pet-love photo. #home (Taken with instagram)
Same job every year and I’m getting pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. (Taken with instagram)
Ew, this was almost a year ago.
If this doesn’t sound as enthused at it should, do not be alarmed. So far, I really like Dublin and am so excited to be here. The next six weeks are going to be fantastic. Like really, not like sugar-coating-it-for-my-blog-fantastic but FANTASTIC-fantastic. But there’s this funny little thing…
I’m having lots of panicky feelings about The Future. I don’t know exactly what I want and that makes it really difficult to figure out what I want to do about it. I want to be creative and want to help people make art— their art, because I don’t really have a lot to say and I want to help other people say what they want to say in the best way to say it, which leads me to publishing, production dramaturgy, and/or teaching. I want a doctorate because I want a hood and funny hat and I want to be a college professor at some point down the line. Dr. Keats sounds kind of cool, though let’s be real, I would never be the kind of professor to not be on a first name basis with my students. I don’t want to Teach for America, though the money is appealing. I don’t want stupid white lady Eat Pray Love time teaching English in third world countries. I don’t know, I don’t know.
I started undergrad without knowing what I wanted and that’s working out really well for me. But that didn’t scare me like this scares me. I guess I just have to think about it. #sigh
summer window feet, whaaaatsgood (Taken with instagram)
Hello, friend(s) (Taken with instagram)
(To answer Si’s question, this was after the drama graduation, in the lobby.)