Sunday, 26 September 2010

I'd really rather like a job.

Auditions, auditions everywhere. But not a job in sight.

Why did I decide to talk a Literature/History degree. Someone please explain my logic.

I want to act, I like to act. I like directing, writing, designing. I don't like watching other people have the fun while I write about Charles bloody Dickens's use of onomatopoeia.

I just stumbled upon a film I was in a few months ago that I'd practically forgotten about and now I wish I was treading the boards rather than treading on the verge of what's acceptable in terms of university attendance.

I'd really rather like some advice on where to go and what to do and where there's some acting jobs for me. Really, really rather.

See, I can even smoke without dying. That has to be worth a job...

(just for disclaimer purposes, I don't smoke. Hence why I'm proud of the fact I could look cool with a cigarette for five minutes of my pointless existence).


1 comment:

Rosie Clare said...

meeelllll...
i love you!