Amy Josuweit - Writer

I'd like to know how, even though the stress of the semester is over, I'm NOW getting rather sick and tired. It's interfering with all my summer-y plans.

Despite that, I'm starting to get a few pieces of freelance work. A handful more modeling gigs, some possible cleaning jobs (though one of them I don't trust... John Smith from Australia wants me to clean his house that he's moving into, but he won't say what his address is... uh huh... I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that's not real...)

I also wanna keep working on Closet 22, which I finally started! Yes I did! Uh huh! But it hasn't gone farther then a few pages at this point. It's a nice little start, though - the baddie already broke the main character's leg. Good way to start a play, I say. :D

... well, I guess it's not off to work I go. No job, yet. A couple cleaning gigs, that runway model thinger (unpaid, I'm assuming), and some non-professional script and actor work. Nothing to plump the bank that much.

Only a week and I already feel my willpower and brain begin to slip. Between Minecraft and endless cleaning, life has become thoughtless repetition. However... I have picked up a copy of Eat Pray Love. And that has made all the difference, my friends, that has made all the difference.

Every time I look at that book, despite only being a few pages in, I remember who I am. I'm the one who wants to get their grave, panting, exhausted, saying, "Now THAT was a wild ride!" I want to touch everything, taste everything, be a little and do a little of everything. That's why I find wandering onto Craigslist is so tantalizing. Bartender? Sure! Personal driver? Why not! Lingerie maid? Lemme think about that... how much do you pay? Well, I haven't found one that's started up work yet, but we'll see.

This, ladies and gents, keep me going. And I hope it keeps you going, too. Remember - the point of life is to be, and I quote, "f*cking awesome". Be that person. Be able to wake up in the morning and say, "What would make this day awesome?" And go for it.

I am DONE! With finals, anyway. This is the first period in two years that I'll be going longer then a month without being in a class. Oh, joy of joys.

Second thing I wanted to mention - an interesting project for the summer, I hope. It's called the "Be Brave" Project.

Two finals, actually. One is for my Career Seminar Theatre class, the senior class - I've got contrasting monologues and an interview to do. Shouldn't be so hard, only that my brain hasn't been wanting to absorb the monologues. In fact, it's been trying to kick out everything altogether. I think it caught wind that it's the end of the semester.

My pieces are from Mabel in An Ideal Husband by Oscard Wilde, and Lydia in Big Love by, you guessed it, Charles Mee. I was actually given the Mee monologue by a classmate and friend, Dee Kremer. She had a whole stack of monologues she liked in her folder. What a good idea. I'ma have to steal that idea over the summer.

The second final is for Cells Genes and Molecules, or Cells Genes and Monocles as I once slipped out and shall be forever coining it. My friend Sam said if he ever taught a class about the history of genetics or some such, he'd call it that. In any case, I haven't studied, but it's cumulative. I've absorbed a good deal of info from it over the course, and I belieeeeeeeve in myself. I'll pass it.

So, I also have work before all these finals. My schedule is something like 9:30-11:30, 12:30-2:30, 2:45-4:45, 5-7. Phew. When shall I eat? Not a clue. But with the way that my stress builds and builds, I wouldn't be able to eat anyway, even if there were breaks. That one break from 11:30-12:30 is gonna be the one time I eat, and I hope to hell that I'm hungry by then.

Guess who's gonna be walking the catwalk in late June? Yeah. All you avid followers have to come watch, it's for charity!

I'm actually terribly excited for it - I'm not getting paid or anything, but having some credits like this is always helpful. Not to mention... well, I'm not the most girly of girls, but I wouldn't say no to doing something like this. It's nice to feel all pretty every once in a while. :D

Now, on to a more appropriate (and equally intriguing) topic - Charles Mee.

Oh, Monday. This is supposed to be the first Monday of finals week, but because of the way our university goes about their scheduling, today we still have normal classes. Finals starts tomorrow. Odd, but we'll deal.

The reading, by the by, went wonderfully - a crowd of less then 10, but what are ya gonna do... people studying for finals, getting that last bang at their homework, it's understandable. Because of the small crowd, lots of the humor fell flat. BUT! The professors now want me to submit the play to KCACTF, the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival. Karen Anselm is the National Designer Chair for the festival (shameless plug) so she'd know whether it was up to par with other scripts being sent in. "Script" still needs a good deal of editing, but the festival isn't accepting submissions until the Fall. I have time.