I will be brilliant.

I've been thinking a lot about dreams lately. Not the kind of dreams you fall asleep with, but the kind that drive you crazy while you're awake. I think about the kind of dreams that you dedicate your life to chasing.

Everyone has dreams. Four-year-olds dream of being doctors and firefighters- although our dreams change throughout the years, they never lose their essence. It seems to me that the older some people get, the more apt they become to settling into someone else's dream; whatever happened to hard work and dedication?

I admire people that achieve their dreams. I also believe that dreams die with your body- you work is never complete. I'd rather be 50 years old with 20 dreams in progress than 20 years old with 50 dreams in my wastebin.

My dreams are who I am, my talent is mine forever. So why do people give up on their dreams so early in life? Whatever happened to becoming a star, a designer, the President of the United States?

You can't teach an old dog new tricks, right?

Wrong. You're terribly wrong.

Guilty Pleasures

One of the best parts about being a college student is having access to the library. That's right, I'm a book junkie.
One of the best parts about going to a liberal arts school (that specializes in BFA degrees in dance, musical theatre, and acting) is the fact that the school library has absolutely nothing to do with books. The better part of our school library is taken up by people singing showtunes, rehearsing steps for African Dance class, and preparing monologues— all of which are not quiet activities. Our library would be more well-suited if the bookshelves were removed and pianos were put in their place.

You've all heard me complain about the noise level in the library before, but one of my guiltiest pleasures while trapped in this godforsaken place is snooping around the industrial printer and picking up other people's papers— it keeps me sane. These papers boost my ego; they make me feel incredibly intelligent. The best part about most of these papers is the fact that they don't make any sense at all; did anyone in this school pass the grammar section in third grade? If this is my competition in the real world, I'm bound to be one of the most successful people in history.

A passage from one of the papers I recently read, in all its glory:
"I think that wone of the points the author was really trying really hard to make was the point of being comfortable with oneself in pubic. How cant you walk of the house in the morning without being wholesomely confident in you!!?"

I can't even begin to dissect this. I especially enjoy the part about being comfortable with yourself in pubic.

Kudos to me.

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