rm | cranky

I'm wearing a pair of leggings I _hate_ because my riding pants aren't here yet and the jeans will kill me.

I'm also late for work, and feeling utterly crazed because of all the stuff I have to do (get passport photos, do paperwork, get luggage send stuff to the dry cleaners) etc.

Parents are taking it well, although my father went on and on about adding this to my resume, and didn't understand when I said I didn't really care. It makes me angry that they keep expecting me to go back to my old career. It hurts. I don't need them to believe in me in the sense that they need to tell all their friends that I'm going to be a star, but they do need to believe in me in the sense that they get 100% that I'm pursuing a creative career now, period. They ask me about Counsellor every time I talk to them and I feel like no one is on my side. My failures are so exciting to them.

Ordered my headshots, and the regency dress pattern and left a message for the stage combat people.

Hello, my life may be bizarre, but it's not fucking fictional.