Pestering Puck

T-minus 5 hours until our trek to NoHo for Kaiser ETP callbacks.

I’m so uber-happy just to get a callback.  Callback=a little bit of validation.  The problem, however, is that I’ve been given a small measure of hope.  Now I want it all the more.  I don’t even know if there’s anything more I can do to prepare.  All I can do now is pray that  I realize some potential come 0900.

By the way, Tuesday was a great day in LA.

I’ve missed being surrounded by art.  No longer being involved on campus has created a void in me.  Once it was filled by PCN, UV, Echo Point… etc.  But I can no longer claim those things as part of the current “me.”  I think I’m currently in the process of de-voiding. This is where I say, “Thank God for RtI.”  Thank God for RtI.

So Tuesday after the ETP audition and jam-jamming at the House d’ Marc, we had a short improv set outside East-West Players in LA.  We were part of a community-hosted event called “Tuesday Night Project.”  Hot stuff, peoples.  I missed being immersed in that vibe; a vibe of creativity, of purpose.  And… I got to see some faces I haven’t seen in a long while, including the semi-cuz. W00t!

It makes me think about how it may be time get the flock out of Orange County.  *sigh* but what would I do without of all of you?  You=everyone still in Orange County.  Ah the dilemma.

I guess, I’ll chalk the move to LA as an eventual goal.  Moving=$$=I need a job.  I know it’ll be in the future… I’m just not sure how far.

I really do want to write more, but I’m teetering dangerously over the edge of the “lack of a good night’s sleep” cliff.  Don’t wanna be too stupid to get through tomorrow.

Thanks for nominating me for Outreach… in a funny way, it meant alot.  Thanks, nominator.

Oh, and of course… it’s been about two weeks, so:

You know the routine.  Hit me up and I’ll break you off some improv-lovin.  I’m performing Friday.  Kris will be performing Saturday.  Good night.