Darn method acting

My acting teacher told me last night to write about everything I don't want to even think about to help me get more into character (PS, doing this for Norina from Don Pasquale.)

But first, ah, I just found out I'm one of 12 on the waitlist for Guildhall. Ah. Crazy. I don't even know what to think, maybe I'll just leave it.

She told me to think about how devastated I would be if I didn't get into any schools. It may sound ridiculous to some, but I know I would feel like an absolute no body. All the hard work I've put in would be for nothing, at least this year. I don't want to go to that place this early in the morning. Ugh, I don't want to go to that place ever. It sucks how much artists have to feel like crap in order to be good at what we do.

I can't write right now, all I can think about is oatmeal.