you'll never know...

i never know what to say when i've taken a sabbatical of sort from this.
do i update on the meaningless things i've done? do i write about whats coming?
do i scream and rant about the futility of life as we know it?
what shall i say?

how about this.
i have no money.
my job doesn't give me nearly enough money for the few hours they allow me to work. thus i am incredibly poor, even after getting a paycheck today.
into the woods is rapidly approaching, like opening on thursday,
i'm scared and excited all at once.
and on stage i am going to look hideous, but in a good way, an old person-ish way.
i am never meant to be an old person i'm thinking by the way i looked in the make up.
anyways.
beachhouse starts on saturday. show ends on sunday.
theres a bit of spillover but its being dealt with and i will be at the house to stay by sunday night.
you are welcome to come and play so long as you have somewhere to stay. call the cell.
i'm getting anxious and excited about the coming month. August.
So muhc is happening.
The Show, The Beach, The School, The Apartment (we think), and LIFE in general.
Its just rushing forward.
This summer has breezed by so fast, I don't know what to say about it.
I feel like it should still be mid-June and here it is the last days of July.
Am I missing out? Is time really just flying?
Or did I just let the summer pass me by?