Falling slowly sing your melody...I'll sing along.

I'm a fan of mellow music.

Basically, any type of music that could be used as background music for a dramatic scene in your life...like a crying scene, or a fight with your lover...or a tearful makeout session with your lover...or someone dying...or like running and crying...hahaha...basically, all those songs hold a special place in my heart. I hear music as background to life music most of the time. Which is strange, but, I mean...I'm not the most normal person in the world.

I have to give a speech tomorrow. Lame. But, it should be fun. Ryan, Annette, and I filmed an intro video to it which is pretty fantastic. It's an easy speech...I just have to bake cookies. I'm wearing a dress, pearls, a frilly petticoat, an apron, and really high heels. But, I mean, don't YOU bake cookies like that? I can promise you that you wish you were in my speech class. It's beyond special.

I'm not a huge fan of straight up cranberry juice...not gonna lie.

I want it to be April. April means Spring Break, my birthday, and the end of BCC forEVER! March can end...now. I'm not patient. I want to just get acceptance/denial letters/scholarship letters over with. I don't like waiting for them to come in the mail. And, I certainly will be sick to my stomach opening them. Actually, I never opened ONE of my acceptance letters my senior year of high school. My mom had already dug on through them before I got home from school. Oh, that woman. I'd just come home and she'd be like "OH, you didn't get in such and such" or "Oh, you got in whatchamacallit".

Thanks, mom.

My mom's friend came over today and stared at my sister and I. She commented on my sister's short height, looked at me, and was like "Wow, you didn't make it very far either."

hahah...yeah, there's no height in my family. I mean, I'm not THAT short...am I?

I was always the tallest growing up. I was that awkward girl who TOWERED over everyone. I was the first to get everything...boobs (and I was in denial...now, I'm like "BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS"), period, you name it...I got it first. Then one day I stopped and everyone else kept going. Every friend has long since passed me in height...and boobs.

sad day.

I had sushi last night...it was fabulous. I felt like a bum. It was like 10 PM and I was in like a sweatshirt and sweatpants. But, I mean, I was comfy and the sushi was fab.

I'm not a huge fan of Daylight Savings. I find it dumb. Losing an hour is dumb...and it definitely should not be almost 10 o'clock right now. That's silly.

I feel as though I'm suffocating. I need to get out of here. I wasn't ready to leave at barely 17 for college. I mean, I was fine, but, coming home was comforting and perfectly okay with me. Now, I can't be home. I don't want to be here. It's as if the "grow up" switch just came on inside of me. I want so bad to leave. I love my family, but, I can't be here anymore. I have to get far away from Melbourne, FL. It's choking me. I honestly feel as though I'm suffocating...like I can't breathe. I want so bad to experience new things and meet new people and be on my own, more or less. I have to leave childhood behind. It was amazing, but, I have to move on now. I have to get away...

I can't wait to study musical theatre...wherever that may be. I can't wait. I miss it. I miss it so. It's inside me, like it's inside so many others. You can't escape it. It's innately in you. You can try to be doctors or lawyers, teachers, politicians, garbage men/women...whatever...but, you'll always come back...back to the stage. It's home. It's where you belong. It's where you feel complete and whole. It's where you are supposed to be.

So, promise me, all of you actors out there...that no matter what happens in your life, you'll somehow find a way to come home. Whether it be professional, church, community theatre, jazz clubs, schools, whatever...just don't let it die. Don't ever let go of that part of you. You'll never be happy. Don't let it die.

Ahh...LaDucas...I'm getting a pair of these ASAP. Nothing makes my world like a glorious pair of character shoes. Haa.

Alrighty, that's enough of my chitter chatter.

I love you. Always.

~Cookie.