The project.

You know, they always say that writing is a therapeutical way of expressing your frustrations and emotions. Of that I'm really sure! I mean as I'm writing, I feel the incredible satisfaction in my heart... That's the reason I'm writing this journal in the first time. I feel like I need a way out, I need to express my frustrations out in the blue, to the incredible cyberspace. Is there anybody out there? It doesn' t even matter. I believe in the power of writing, even though the audience is not exactly responding. So, this will be my little project. I will write at least once a day, and let all the stress in this papers. Will anyone care to listen?

So today I woke up at 8pm, normal Monday, Wednesday and Friday schedule. I had a Media law test that kicked my butt out of its orbit. You see, I was procrastinating a lot during the wekeend and on top of that I had a theater technical rehearsal that went from 6pm until 11pm! My schedule didn't give me enough time to study. And on top of that I shoot a short film on that same day (Sunday). But God works in mysterious ways (AMEN!) and finally a friend agreed to lend me her review. Let me tell ya' if she would have decided to not lend me her review, I think I probably wouldn't be writing this right now (because I will probably be dead, the cause: a heart attack).

I quit choir and my music minor today, well I hope it all works for the best. Like puertoricans say all the time, you are not a 20 dollar bill in order for everybody to like you. So I just decided to don't let people bother me anymore.

I don't know, I've been feeling that i'm fading away. Like I'm not my true self. But that's probably due to the fact that in college there's no time to think of yourself (believe me, my roommate is the proof!). In a lighter note, I finished editing the short film, and it looks great. I think I want to be a director...I better go, my MAC just screamed "It's 3 a clock".

Ate Melba Shacks as my snack for the night.