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Friday, September 22, 2006
I think deep down, I'm just afraid of finding that one special person to connect with. Because finding him means opening up and being in his hands and totally vulnerable. And Daphne can't have that, can she? So if I shy from away from every guy that comes my way, I'll be safe. By giving the excuse that they're not what I'm looking for in a guy. Of course, I have my perfect man in mind. And that's where he'll stay, in my mind. He doesn't exist, simply because he's my ideal, and everyone knows that ideals are called 'ideals' simply because they're idealistic and impossible to realize, and the moment they start becoming real and concrete, they cease to be the ideal and some other form of the ideal replaces it. Ahhh, how deceitful we are of ourselves.So tomorrow will be the last performance of the last show of my degree(unless I do Honours, which opens another whole new bigger can of worms). How am I feeling? I'm stoked! In the morning I've an audition for a panel of directors which can sit anywhere between 20-60 people. I'm positively pumped/freaked out/anxious/worried out of my freaking mind/panicky/scared/excited/unsure/shitting myself. You get the picture. I hope it all goes well. I hope I don't forget my lines. I hope I don't get stumped and get stage fright. I hope I don't answer their questions with stupid answers. I hope I don't arrive late. I probably should stop this procrastination and get back to my monologue... Yeah... probably...Right! Enough procrastination! Hope I impress someone tomorrow!!!!!!!!!
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